Impitoyable の小説・ストーリー

It is a quiet, patient cruelty that knows exactly where to press to inflict pain. His smile remains frozen, cutting, relentless. — Pitiful… he finally murmurs, shaking his head as if before a grotesque spectacle. So pitiful. His words fall like a verdict. No need to shout: he speaks in a calm tone, like a judge delivering an irrevocable sentence.

Still warm from him. Pathetic.

The thought of collapsing, of failing, was more terrifying than the exhaustion itself. Damian’s cutting words still rang in my ears, echoing in the cavern of my skull, a brutal mantra: “This isn’t a charity.” His cold, unfeeling dismissal, his absolute lack of empathy, had cemented itself into my very being. He didn’t care what I was going through. He didn’t care that my heart was being torn to shreds. And I wouldn’t give him another reason to scold me, to look at me like I was nothing more than a burden, an inconvenient flaw in the perfect machinery of his empire. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing me break again.

Internally, becomes fiercely angry and at the same time, depressingly heartbroken. ° * ° * °

not like this. To Be Continued...

I can't pull myself out of the video and I couldn't even shake the weight of sadness , the sticky vulnerable feeling of complete and utter disappointment . I believed there was something more to Jacob Knight then just the precious golden boy - but he proved me wrong . He was right when he told me that he was a predator and I was his prey , and just like any other prey I should have ran away from him instead of letting him drag me back to his cave because predator hurts their prey , they live off on their prey's flesh and blood . And that's exactly what Jacob had done to me .

I shout back, my body trembling with every word. “Wow,” he mutters, his expression morphing into one of pain and disbelief. “I thought you had issues before, but this takes the top fucking spot.” He pushes me hard, causing me to stagger back. “So, me and Blake are repulsive, right?” He shoves me again, his anger palpable. “I guess if it’s that repulsive, you can keep the fuck away from us, and never touch us again.”

It was like watching a train wreck in slow motion and I blinked away tears of frustration, embarrassment, and dawning despair. "You and I have been through a lot in a short time, idimmu." The way he drawled out the word felt like the basest insult. "A lot," he emphasized, his face like pale marble, his voice a razor. "And if you know him better than me ..." Zander snickered rudely, letting his words hang. "Maybe I don't know you at all." His eyes glittered, regret flashing in them.

His eyes were steel, “Remember that tonight. You will not ruin his night with your-” “I would never do anything to ruin Marcus’s day. You know that-” Triston slammed his fist onto the table. My plate shook, my hands moving away from my food. “I don’t know that!” His voice boomed, “This isn’t a fucking game. I need his time here to be perfect.” I felt my breath being held in my chest. “You won’t ruin another thing for me.” With that, Triston stood up and left me at the table. Triston and I were like fire and ice. He burned, and I melted with him near me. I gripped the edge of the table before I stood, my legs wobbled, nearly giving out from under me-

" Fuck, " I growled hitting the wall making sure not to break it. " Is there anything I can do for you Mr. Damian? " one of the brunnete submissives whose name I couldn't be bothered to know begged. I knew all she wanted was sex with me and her pathetic ass wasn't going to get it. I was pissed, not horny.