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The night was piercing. Snow covered the path, leaving footprints that soon disappeared covered by the white flakes that continued to fall. Your breath formed a thin vapor in the air, while your nose and ears began to turn red from the cold. You pulled your coat tighter around your body, trying to ward off the frost that still crept through the fabric. Your arms wrapped around your briefcase tightly, as if it was the only warmth left.
The streets were quiet. There was no other sound except the rustle of the wind carrying snowflakes, the soft scrape of shoes on the frozen surface, and the faint hum of flickering streetlights. Usually, even late at night, there was always life in this corner of the city—cars rushing by, pedestrians chatting, or the faint sound of laughter from a nearby bar. But tonight was different. It was quiet.
You were too tired to care. If Slenderman appeared from behind a tree, you would just sigh and say, “Just do it fast.”
Work was getting more and more draining. Getting yelled at by your boss had become a routine, the pile of documents never subsided, and the computer screen seemed to stare back with a cold gaze. Your mind wanders, imagining a life where you don't have to work—just sitting at home, money flowing out of nowhere, without having to think about targets or reports. Unfortunately, reality is not as beautiful as that.
When an empty bus stop greets you, you drop your body on the icy iron bench. There's no certainty whether the bus is still running at this hour. However, strangely, you don't really want to go home either. Just let your body freeze here, until maybe someone finds it tomorrow morning.
Lazily, you take your phone out of your pocket, swiping its foggy screen. It's 12 o'clock at night. Even though it's late, there should still be people walking around. But this city seems dead.
"They say there's a serial killer roaming around here. A man and his victims are always women. Their bodies are cut into several parts and the rest are taken. You should go home soon."
You remember your office friend's warning. At that time, you just nodded without really listening, too busy staring at the spreadsheet that never seemed to be finished. Now, thinking back, you smile faintly.
Maybe if you meet the killer, you'll say thank you.
The night is getting late, and the air that pierces to the bone feels sharper. You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself from the anxiety that slowly creeps into your mind. The empty streets, quiet without anyone, only leaving a pressing silence. The sky above you is dark, without a single twinkle of stars. As if the sky is reluctant to accompany you tonight.
You stare at it for a moment, hoping something will change the atmosphere. But nothing changes. You close your eyes, letting yourself sink into an empty daydream, trying to drive away the anxiety that takes over. Silence. Silence. Then, a sound breaks the silence.
Tap… tap… tap…
Footsteps, light but clearly audible.
You flinch. Your eyes open wide, and your head turns reflexively towards the source of the sound. From behind the darkness, a figure appears, standing not far from you. Wearing a big hat, a mask that covers part of his face, and a thick jacket that wraps his body perfectly. Only a little light from the street lamp illuminates the figure, making his face almost invisible.
Is that figure a man?
Your fingers shiver, gripping the hem of your coat tighter, trying to calm yourself down. Don't think too much, you think. Maybe he's just someone who happens to be waiting for the same bus. But, as his steps get closer and he sits on a bench at the bus stop not far from you, your heart suddenly beats faster.
You decide to speak, even though your voice is almost drowned out by the piercing gust of wind.
"I don't think the bus would pass this way anymore." you say, softly and anxiously.
For a moment, you hope he doesn't hear, hope he'll just pass by. However, your hopes are dashed.
"I know." He answers, briefly.
Throbbing.
Your heart feels like it stops for a moment. Your breath catches, your body freezes. The fear that was previously vague, now flows rapidly, flooding your entire body. You want to scream, want to run, want to go far away, but your body feels stiff. Your legs feel like they're tied up. Every breath feels heavy, as if the night air is pressing on your chest.
The man moves a little, approaching slowly, his position now closer than before.
"Cold?" he asked, his voice flat and calm, as if nothing was bothering him.
You shook your head, though your body was clearly shivering violently. Instinctively, you pulled your coat tighter, as if it would protect you. But it was all in vain. Fear had already taken over your body, and tears began to fall uncontrollably.
Wordlessly, the figure held out a handkerchief, his leather-gloved hand gently give it to you.
"You crying?"
You couldn't answer. Your lips felt stiff, your body too weak to speak, you could only hold back your sobs. Your face might look so ugly, so tired, with puffy eyes and tears mixed with snot—so pathetic.
However, the man smiled.
Not an ordinary smile.
Not a comforting or calming smile.
His smile made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. That smile—a smile that seemed to carry tension, something you couldn't explain.
"S-sugar…?" He said in a deeper voice, as if trying to feel each word.
You frowned, confused. Who was he calling? What did he mean by 'sugar'?
The man stared at you more deeply, his face suddenly softened, as if finding something long lost.
"Sugar… why are you crying..? Is it because I left you? I'm sorry... please don't cry..."
What?
Your head was spinning, trying to digest his words, but everything felt so strange. Did he mistake someone? Did he think you were someone he knew? But he… didn’t seem to hesitate. His touch felt so familiar, even though you didn’t know him at all.
The man’s hand gently wiped your tears away with a handkerchief. The touch wasn’t rushed, not rough. Instead, there was something strange in the way he treated you, as if you were someone very precious to him.
You were too confused to react.
Until suddenly, the handkerchief moved to your nose.
A sharp scent immediately invaded your sense of smell. A strong, unavoidable smell.
You gasped, your body struggling reflexively, trying to free itself. But it was too late. Your head felt light, your vision began to blur, and your consciousness slowly faded.
Dark.
Everything went dark.
You woke up with a heavy head, a throbbing pain spreading from your temples to the back of your neck, as if something was pressing hard on your brain. Your vision was blurry, the world was spinning, and it took a few seconds before you could fully awaken from the confusion that surrounded you. Every beat of your heart sounds like thunder in your ears.
When you finally regain consciousness, you try to move your arms and legs, but there is a barrier.
Ropes.
You feel them—rough fabric wrapped around your body, tying them tightly around you, pressing into your ribs. The ropes grip your skin, tight enough to make your chest feel tight, every breath you take harder. You squirm, trying to get free, but the ropes tighten, trapping you in an unbearable fear.
Your breaths are labored, a strained sound escaping your throat. You begin to look around, trying to remember what happened before, but only darkness answers. The room feels damp and stuffy, the air heavy with a pungent fishy smell. Every breath becomes more difficult with the stench of blood filling the air.
The only light is the chandelier hanging directly above your head. It casts a pale yellow glow, illuminating the surroundings with a light that is not enough to dispel the utter darkness of the room. Long shadows form on the cold brick walls, adding to the eerie feeling that is beginning to seep into your bones.
Then, your eyes fall on something that makes you nauseous—the blood-stained floor. Splatters here and there, some of them dried black, while others are still bright red, almost pulsing.
Your stomach churns, nausea attacks you violently, and the fear that was only vague before now grips your heart tightly. Your breath is ragged, your body shaking uncontrollably. You try to open your mouth, want to scream, want to beg for help—but the sound that comes out is so weak, it's almost inaudible.
Suddenly, footsteps approach.
"Oh, you're awake?"
The man's voice sounds casual, as if this is nothing strange to him. He walks closer, carrying something in his hand.
And when the light of the room reveals what he's carrying, your body immediately tenses, and then—
"Hoekk!"
You throw up. Your stomach can't handle the boiling contents inside it. The acid burns your throat, but that's not the worst thing you feel.
What the man is carrying… isn't just something. It's someone. Or rather… parts of a body sewn together, like a horrifying Frankenstein doll.
But there was one detail that made your heart stop for a moment.
It faces.
The face of that horrifying creature… was exactly like yours.
The world seemed to spin. Oxygen was running low. You couldn’t think, couldn’t accept this cruel reality.
“Ah, it’s ugly, isn’t it?” the man sighed, staring at his creation as if judging an imperfect work of art. Then, in a casual tone, he continued "I know… no one can compete with your beauty, after all."
He smiled. A smile that should have been warm, should have been human—but in the eyes of a madman like him, it only made this all the more terrifying.
Then, with disgusting tenderness, he reached for a handkerchief and wiped your lips, wiping away the vomit that had stained your face.
"Shh… don't cry," he whispered, his voice almost loving. "I'll be back."
You could only stare at him in shock and near-paralyzing fear.
He turned, taking the disgusting doll with him, and stalked out of the room. The click of the door was audible as he locked it from the outside.
You were trapped.
Alone.
With ragged breaths and a horrifying reality you couldn't escape.
"H-Help!! Anyone!! Help!!"
Your voice felt so small, lost in the emptiness of the room, as if it were bouncing back and laughing back at you. The stone walls seemed to ignore your every effort to break free.
Trembling, you tried to stand up, trying to gather the strength that seemed to have long been gone from your body. Your bare feet free from shoes touched the cold floor, but immediately felt sticky with scattered blood. Unconsciously, you stepped on some blood spots, feeling them stick to your skin. Where were your shoes? Where were all your things? All the things that should have given you a sense of security were now gone.
Tears began to pool, running down your cheeks and wetting your skin. You couldn't hold back the fear that was increasingly overflowing.
"Aahhhh!!! Let me go! Let me go!!"
Your screams broke the silence, but it seemed to only create a more terrifying echo around you. You stumbled, looking for a way out, but darkness enveloped almost the entire room. Your body shivered, not only because of the cold, but also because of the fear that gripped your heart tightly.
Then—
Bang!
You hit something hard. A door. Without thinking, you pushed your body against the door, trying hard to open it. You used all your strength, despair overtaking you.
Bang! Bang! Thud!
A thud echoed through the room, but the door remained still, not moving an inch. Frustration crept into your chest. Is this the end? After a life of misery, depression, and exhaustion, are you going to die here? Is the blood on this floor… going to mix with your own blood soon?
But then—
Click.
The sound echoed, cutting through the tension in the room. The door swung open. Slowly, like a fate waiting to happen.
Your heart nearly jumped out of your chest. The shock made your legs tremble even more, and before you could steady yourself, your body slipped and fell backwards with a thud. You felt a sharp pain as your back hit the cold, blood-soaked floor, but the pain seemed nothing compared to the hope that suddenly exploded in your heart.
You fell with a loud thud, your body feeling weak and shaking.
"Ow!"
You winced, your body falling deeper to the floor, feeling something sticky sticking to your clothes. Blood. The fishy smell was getting stronger, and the cold sensation that covered your skin seemed to trap you in an increasingly gripping fear.
The man had returned.
Your heart was beating faster. Every beat felt like it was echoing, as if it was hitting the walls of your chest.
"W-who are you?! Why are you doing this to me?!" Your voice came out trembling, filled with anxiety that could no longer be contained. There were so many questions, so many fears that you wanted to express, but the words felt like they were stuck in your throat.
He didn't answer.
Instead, with a slow movement full of hidden power, he crouched down until his face was almost level with yours. The movement made you cornered even more, and suddenly, the air around you felt heavier.
"Why are you laying here?"
Before you could react, he reached out with a large, cold, strong hand, grabbing your weak body and lifting it easily, like lifting a living doll. Panic surged through you, bursting as if your body wanted to rebel, but as if there was no more strength to fight.
"Let me go!!"
Your screams cut through the silence, but he didn’t budge. With calm, controlled steps, he carried you back to the chair, setting you down gently, as if you were something fragile and fragile, something he had to protect.
You couldn’t move, couldn’t fight back. Every movement he made was a reminder that he was stronger, more powerful. And when he brought his face close to yours, your whole body shivered in fear.
Up close, you could see him more clearly, more deeply. But there was one thing that really made your skin crawl—he smiled.
A smile so strange, like the smile of a long-awaited lover, which does not come from affection, but from a frightening obsession. He lifts your hair with a gentle movement. His eyes do not leave every detail of your face that is wet with tears. There is something in his eyes that is very striking, like he has found something very precious—something that has been lost for a long time.
So beautiful, he thinks.
"Sugar... we finally got together again..." his soft voice whispers in your ear, shaking your bones. "I won't let you go this time."
His words sound like a curse, soft but suffocating, and the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. You want to scream, to rebel, but your voice is blocked by the fear that is increasingly enveloping you.
"S-Sugar? I'm not Sugar! I'm Y/N! Who are you?!"
You try to rebel, trying hard to push away his grip, but he only smiles wider, a smile that is increasingly frightening. Without warning, he wraps his arms around you, his body enveloping yours with a pressure you can’t escape. He buries his head in your lap in a loving gesture that makes your stomach churn.
You freeze.
“I’m Caleb,” he says in a calm voice, almost a whisper that creeps into your ear. “Don’t be scared, Sugar. I went out for a moment… I just need to throw them away.”
The soft voice comes so casually, as if he’s just blurted out something that means nothing to him. But the words… they make your blood run cold.
All you can feel now is unspeakable fear, and your body feels increasingly fragile in his arms.
“T-them?” you ask, your voice shaking as you try to hold back the fear that grips you. The words come out uncontrollably, an attempt to find out, even though you know how abnormal this situation is. But the answer makes your body stiffen.
Caleb slowly lifted his head, his previously oddly smiling face now turning into an almost terrifying expression of innocence in the darkening atmosphere. There was an emptiness in his eyes that made your stomach turn upside down.
"Hmm? Oh...that creature earlier and just random body parts. They're useless anyway, no one can duplicate you."
The statement made your breath hitch. Your mind stopped for a moment, your body felt weak.
You wanted to throw up again. The fishy smell wafting from the floor and the blood scattered around made you want to run away. However, your legs felt paralyzed. Fear held you in place, as if every word that came out of his mouth froze your body even more.
"Why... why are you doing this, Caleb? What those innocent girls did to you? How could you murdered them?" You asked in a hoarse voice, trying to hold back the tears that had welled up.
Caleb didn't answer right away. Instead, he laid his head back on your lap, with a gentle and intimate movement that was very disturbing. His voice that was originally soft had now changed to a soft whisper, almost like a lonely child's whisper.
“There was a fire,” he whispered, his voice filled with a slicing sadness. “I couldn’t save you, your body blown into pieces. Look at my arm.”
In slow motion, he lifted his arm—a prosthetic hand made of metal, looking more like a piece of machinery than a human limb. It was intricately designed, filled with wires and metal plates fused to his body parts.
Your eyes widened, staring at the arm in horror, as his words continued to echo in your mind.
“They said they could make a copy of you…” he continued, his eyes still fixed on his metal hand. “I don’t want it. I don’t want a doll anymore… that’s why I try to make a human from dead bodies.”
There was a deep sadness in his voice, but it didn’t make it any better. Instead, his eyes returned to you with a more intense gaze. There was a flash of madness radiating from it, like a fire burning inside him.
“But then I found you!”
The smile that spread across his face grew even more terrifying. It wasn’t a smile of joy—it was more like the smile of a predator who had caught its prey. His face, which should have been warm and loving, was twisted into something much darker.
Wordlessly, he nuzzled his face into your thigh, as if he had found a toy he had lost for years. The movement was strange, filled with a horrifying joy.
“Oh… my Sugar…” His whispered voice sounded more like a mantra that made your body stiffen even further.
Your tears began to fall again, this time not from confusion or uncertainty, but from a deep-seated fear. A fear that seeped into your bones, numbing all your senses.
Your cries were still soft as Caleb finally moved away slightly, his sharp eyes still tracing every inch of your face, as if trying to understand the fear that was clearly written there.
"Please... stop. You're scaring me..." you tried to say, trying to calm yourself, though the sound that came out of your mouth was shaking. Every word felt stuck in your throat, while your body shivered violently.
Caleb blinked, then his lips curved into a soft smile—a smile that should have been reassuring, but was even more terrifying in this situation.
"Don't be scared, Sugar..I would never hurt you. I will make you happy this time."
His voice sounded almost reassuring, but something didn't feel right. The words were like empty promises from someone who didn't know how to show love other than through control and fear.
Before you could step back or react, Caleb moved. With a swift and powerful movement, his strong arms wrapped around your body, lifting you easily as if your weight was nothing to him. You were lifted from the chair like nothing more than a living doll, your body pressed into his too-tight embrace.
The thrust into him made your breath hitch, and the feeling of helplessness deepened. You were trapped—in the arms of a man who claimed you as his, who was ready to destroy anything that stood in his way.
Panic crept into your body in an instant.
"W-wait—what are you doing?! Let me go!" you screamed, voice broken in a growing fear. You struggled, trying to free yourself, but Caleb remained calm, his body locking your movements with a strength you couldn't fight. Your efforts felt like mosquito bites to him—without any effect.
Caleb just chuckled softly, the sound so cold, like a joke you didn't understand.
"I'll show you around," he said, his voice light and casual, as if he were showing you around the park, not in the middle of this horrific kidnapping.
You looked down, his foot lightly stepping on the eyeball that was left behind, it immediately burst like a balloon, sticky blood sticking to his shoe, you squeezed your eyes shut. He took his time, his steps steady, and easily led you out of the dark and blood-smelling basement.
The long hallway you were walking through was slightly brighter, with dim lamps hanging from the ceiling, reflecting a dim light that made the shadows around you move like living creatures. The cold air still tickled your skin, but the pungent smell of blood began to fade as you moved away from its source. But the fear inside you did not subside.
When you finally reached the top floor, everything changed. He then took off his shoes and walked back.
You were silent, not believing what you saw.
This house… was not just a house. It was like a mansion in the sky
The roof towered high, decorated with crystal chandeliers that emitted golden light, creating an indescribable shine. The white marble floor was shiny, as if reflecting all the beauty around it. The walls were decorated with classical paintings framed in gold, every detail looked so expensive and magnificent. Every corner was neatly arranged, like an art exhibition room, almost unreal.
The mansion was far from where you had imagined it to be. Its beauty was so striking, it felt like another world that didn’t fit your chaotic reality. Caleb, it turned out, was rich. There was no denying it, this place was classy.
Oh, Caleb was rich.
So rich.
But the scariest thing was his attitude.
He was still carrying you lightly, carrying you like a newlywed. His steps were casual, as if all of this was normal to him, even though the world around you was falling apart. Each step Caleb took seemed to add to the already heavy burden on your heart.
You passed several other luxurious rooms, until finally Caleb led you to a spacious, modern kitchen.
“This is the kitchen!” he exclaimed cheerfully, his eyes sparkling like a child showing off a new toy. “We can cook anything we want. But usually, I’ll cook for you. You just have to sit there and wait for me.”
He pointed to the living room that opened onto the kitchen, a room filled with comfort that seemed to have no place for fear.
A long couch with plush pillows that looked so inviting to relax. A large screen television, almost as big as the wall, stood out in the room, seemingly with every amenity one could want living in luxury. A large bookshelf filled with classic novels and encyclopedias, a mini library. Nearby, a modern fireplace with a soft, flickering fire, provided warmth that contrasted with the overwhelming cold outside.
At first glance, the house seemed perfect. Too perfect, though.
Should you try to escape? Or… stay and find a way to survive?
But before you could think any further, Caleb smiled again, a smile that felt even more eerie amidst the tense atmosphere.
"Hmm... I want to show you more, but I think it's time for me to show you your bedroom."
You paused for a moment, your heart dropping to the pit of your stomach. Bedroom?
He led you down another, quieter hallway, away from the hustle and bustle of the mansion. After a few steps, he stopped in front of a large wooden door with intricate carvings that added to the dramatic effect. Caleb opened the door slowly, giving the impression that he was creating a meaningful moment—one that you couldn't escape from.
As soon as the door opened, you were almost at a loss for words.
The room was bigger than your apartment, much bigger than you could have imagined.
The king-size bed with a white silk canopy, the pillows and blankets looked so soft, it almost made you feel like you were in a dream world. A large mahogany wardrobe with its doors half open, revealing clothes that seemed to have been specially selected for you. Every detail felt like it was prepared for a highly valued guest, or perhaps... a prisoner who had nowhere to go.
In the corner of the room, there was a small sofa and a glass table with a porcelain tea set on it, as if someone had sat there many times, waiting. The large window with thick velvet curtains gave the impression of a calm atmosphere that contrasted with the chaos inside you.
Caleb sat you down gently on the very large bed, as if treating you with great care—but still with an eerie firmness. He crouched down in front of you, his eyes expectant, as if waiting for an answer.
"So? Do you like it?" he asked with a smile that this time seemed hopeful, though there was something very wrong in the way he looked at you.
You froze. Your eyes locked on an object that sat on the small table near the bed. A picture frame that looked unusual.
You squinted, trying to get a better look.
It was a picture of Caleb, but there was something unsettling about it. Beside him, there was a woman who... looked so much like you. Her face, her hair, everything seemed familiar. But something was off. Something was different.
"T-this is...?" your voice was hoarse, stuttering.
Caleb followed your gaze, his eyes sparkling with such obvious happiness.
"Ah... that's my previous doll," he said with a small smile, his eyes gleaming with something hard to explain. "The one I told you about."
You stared at him in confusion, trying to understand his words that seemed to come from another world. "Doll?" you asked in a muffled voice, trying to digest what he meant.
Caleb stared at you with joy, his eyes that should have been calming you instead made you even more anxious.
"But she came back. As you."
The words stabbed you. Before you could think any deeper, your body was pulled into Caleb's embrace so tightly, it almost took your breath away. You froze, your body frozen.
The hug was so warm, but it felt so suffocating. His breath on your neck sent shivers down your spine, and in his proximity, you could feel the madness hidden behind his smile and his soft words.
"I finally have you back, Sugar," he whispered in your ear, his tone so soft, almost seductive. "This time, I won't let you go."
You swallowed, your body tensing. If the person in the photo wasn't you... then, the "Sugar" he spoke of was gone. Or rather, dead. Considering the fire he had told you about earlier. Now, Caleb believed you were a replacement for someone he had lost—someone so precious to him.
Madness. A dangerous obsession.
You felt his confusion take over you. Fear mixed with an inexplicable feeling. On one hand, your body was still shaking with deep fear. But on the other, there was a voice in your mind—a voice that was beginning to question everything.
If you thought about it, wasn't this your chance to escape your mediocre life?
Your whole life, you had been struggling. Waking up early, working late at night, dealing with an unsatisfied boss, with a salary that is barely enough to survive. You can't even remember the last time you felt truly happy. Your life is filled with exhaustion, with no room for dreams.
But now, there is a rich man who takes you to his luxurious house. Everything you dream of is here. Good food, expensive clothes, a soft bed, and a life without having to work hard. No stress, no worries, only comfort and luxury are offered.
Maybe, if you think rationaly, this is your chance to live without worry—albeit in a very wrong and dangerous way.
Okay, let's put aside the depraved fact that he killed those innocent women.
But what are you supposed to do? Refuse, and face Caleb's unpredictable rage. Accept it? That means living in the shadow of the madness that has possessed him.
Your voice quivers as you ask, "What if I say no, would you let me go?"
Caleb's expression hardens instantly. His sharp eyes radiate the anger hidden beneath his gentle exterior. Before you can retract your words, your still-bound body is already falling to the mattress, thrown with incredible force. Caleb, with surprising speed, lowers his body, his face getting closer.
"Huh? Of course not. What kind of question is that?" he says in a firm tone, full of anger that is hard to hide.
You can feel the heat radiating from his body—a madness that is hard to predict, that could explode at any moment. His face buried in your chest, as if searching for the warmth he had never found before.
"Stay with me…" he said in a softer tone, almost seductive, though every word that came out of his mouth made you feel more trapped. "I will take care of you, I promise… you don’t have to do anything… just sit there and look pretty for me."
You fell silent. There was something pressing on your chest, making your feelings even more uneasy. He was indeed dangerous, even alluring in a strange way. However, no one could deny that the life he offered was so tempting. A life of comfort without having to fight anymore.
The cold touch of his metal hand touched your cheek. A reminder that he was not an ordinary human. His hand was proof that he had lost something very important to him—and he would not stop until he got it back. Or at least, created the illusion that he had found it again.
You stared at him. Caleb was crazy, but he was also rich, he could give you the life you had always dreamed of. All by just sitting there and accepting this life.
Your mind tried so hard to resist, but your body felt weak, unable to take it anymore. Maybe this was the easier way out, an escape from the stress of life.
But for how long?
Finally, you nodded slowly, your voice barely audible, as if admitting a terrible truth.
"O-ok… I’ll stay… with you, Caleb…"
Your words came out effortlessly, but there was a strange feeling creeping up on you. Something heavier and more terrifying. But in your confusion, you knew—this might be the only option you had right now.
Caleb smiled widely, his eyes widening like a child who had just received the greatest gift. Without warning, his cold hands cupped your face, and before you could process what was happening, his lips were on yours.
You were shocked, your body tensing. His kiss was passionate, rushed, as if afraid that you would disappear if he didn’t claim every part of you soon. Your lips were forced to follow his rhythm, but you couldn’t even keep up. Your chest heaved with gasps, your face burning from the lack of oxygen.
Then, he licked your lips, tracing every inch with his tongue before finally going down to your neck. The cold sensation of his lips contrasting with your warm skin made your body tremble. A moan escaped your lips when he kissed and bit the skin of your neck softly, as if he wanted to leave a trace of ownership there.
Caleb chuckled when he saw your confused and blushing expression. "Y/N... your clothes are all dirty now..." he whispered in your ear, his voice soft but there was something threatening behind it.
You blinked, consciousness slowly returning. Indeed, your clothes were still covered in blood and dirt from the basement earlier. The sticky feeling and the stench that clung to your body made you nauseous. However, before you could say anything, Caleb had already lifted your body easily, carrying you to the bathroom without resistance.
"W-wait! What are you doing?" your voice trembled, trying to hold yourself back, but in vain.
He didn't answer, just stared at you with a calm expression that somehow made the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. He opened the door to the spacious bathroom, with shiny white marble walls and a large bathtub in the corner of the room. But instead of heading to the bathtub, Caleb took you under the shower.
His long hands grabbed the shower handle and without warning, cold water gushed from above, pouring down on your still fully clothed body.
"Aaagh! Cold!!" you screamed, your body stiffening at the touch of the ice water that immediately penetrated your clothes, making you shiver. The blood that stuck to your body flowed with the water.
But Caleb just stood there, watching you with a look that was hard to interpret. His eyes traced your body that was now soaked, your clothes stuck tightly to your skin, showing your curves so clearly. A small smile appeared on his face, his expression like a predator observing its helpless prey.
Without saying anything, he knelt in front of you and began to untie the ropes that had been restraining your body. Your wrists and ankles were now free, but for some reason, you felt like you were still tied in his grip.
"Relax, I'm just trying to wash you up." he murmured softly, his voice full of warmth that strangely made your heart beat faster—not because of calm, but because of something more dangerous.
You stared at him, your breath quickening. The water continued to flow, wetting your body, making you shiver even more. Caleb reached out, touching the edge of your clothes that were heavy with water.
"Let me help you clean yourself." he said
Caleb’s eyes darkened with lust as he saw your wet shirt clinging to your curves, the damp fabric just enough to show the lacy edge of your bra underneath. He licked his lips lustfully, his gaze roaming over your body like a starving man being treated to a meal.
Your face grew hotter as Caleb stared at your exposed body. You raised your hands to cover them but he quickly caught them.
With a sudden, sharp tug, he ripped your shirt off, tossing it carelessly to the side. Your bra quickly followed, the thin lace no match for Caleb’s impatient strength. The cold water kissed your newly exposed skin, exposing your hardened nipples.
“C-caleb!”
He leaned closer, capturing your lips in a heated kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth with a hunger that stole your breath. One hand tangled in your hair, tilting your head back to deepen the kiss, while the other cupped your swollen breast, kneading the soft flesh roughly.
“Mhmmmh…!”
He broke the kiss with a low growl, his lips tracing the column of your throat. Caleb’s teeth nipped at your collarbone before he gripped the sensitive skin of your neck, sucking a clear mark into your flesh. His hand on your breast pinched and rolled your nipple between his fingers, the rough treatment sending jolts of pleasure-pain straight to your cunt.
Caleb’s lips continued to descend, his tongue lapping at your breast before pulling your other nipple into his hot mouth. He suckled greedily, his teeth nipping at the sensitive bud as his hands squeezed and kneaded the soft globe. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him deeper as you arched into his touch, a breathy moan escaping your lips.
“A-ahh.. Caleb..”
He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your skirt, stockings, and panties, and with one swift, forceful tug, he stripped you off, letting them fall to the wet bathroom floor. His eyes feasted on your naked body, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he savored every curve and dip.
You feel increasingly embarrassed and squeeze your thighs together.
"Don't be shy, I told you I just want to clean you up.”
He turned off the shower and cornered you against the bathroom mirror. Without warning, he lifted one of your legs, placing it on his shoulder. His breath fanned over your sensitive skin, his warmth making you shiver.
He kissed your thigh softly, moving up and up until he was right in front of your already wet pussy. Caleb’s tongue darted out, tracing the folds of your lower lips before slipping between them to taste your essence. He groaned as he tasted you for the first time.
Caleb began licking and sucking your womanhood with enthusiasm. His tongue delved deeper to lapping up your nectar as if he were a man dying of thirst. He focused on your clit, circling the sensitive spot with the tip of his tongue before sucking greedily.
His hands gripped your thighs, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he held you still, exposing your most intimate place to his relentless assault.
He alternated between long, slow licks and quick, flickering flicks of his tongue, teasing your clit mercilessly. Caleb's aquiline nose brushed against the sensitive bundle of nerves with every movement, inhaling your intoxicating scent. The lewd sounds of his lips and tongue working over your dripping cunt filled the bathroom, mingling with the remaining water and your rising moans.
Caleb's eyes, dark with lust, met yours as he enjoyed you. The intensity of his gaze, the desire etched on his handsome face, sent waves of passion coursing through your veins. He growled against your cunt, the vibrations adding to the wonderful sensations that washed over you.
One hand released your thigh to slip two fingers in and out of your slick channel, curling to caress the sensitive spot deep inside that made your toes curl. His tongue never stopped its relentless assault on your clit, sucking and flicking the swollen nub as he fondled you passionately.
“Ah! Th-there! Feels good!”
His free hand slid up your body, cupping and kneading your breast. He pinched and rolled your nipple between his fingers. His touch made your skin heat up.
Caleb could feel your walls beginning to quiver and tighten around his invading fingers, your body tensing as your climax approached quickly.
“C-cumming!”
His fingers plunged inside, caressing your G-spot with cruel precision as his tongue licked your clit. The double stimulation proved too much to handle, and with a hoarse cry, you went limp. Your sex tightened around his fingers, rippling and rippling as the torrent of your release erupted, flooding Caleb’s mouth and chin with its essence.
Finally, as your breathing began to even out, Caleb lowered your thighs to his shoulders, his fingers slipping from your still twitching hole. He lurched up your body to kiss you, his tongue diving into your mouth to share your taste.
“Mmphh!”
Caleb lifted you easily, his strong arms wrapping around your waist as your legs instinctively wrapped around his hips. He held you close, your slick skin sticking to his damp clothes as he carried you out of the bathroom. The cool material of his clothes contrasted sharply with the heat of your naked body, making you shiver in his arms.
He threw you onto the bed, your back bouncing slightly on the mattress. Before you could catch your breath, Caleb was on top of you, his muscular body enclosing you, his violet eyes sparkling with unbridled lust. You can’t help but admire the way his soaked shirt sticks to his toned chest, the fabric clinging to his broad shoulders and his lean stomach.
Caleb smirks, grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head, tossing it carelessly to the floor. Your eyes roam his exposed body, taking in every curve and bend of his muscular body. His abs are a work of art, each a perfect square of taut, tanned flesh that makes your mouth water.
He pumps his cock slowly. Then lifts your head.
“Come here. Suck me off, Sugar.”
You lift your body, timidly reaching for his throbbing cock. Your small, delicate hands barely encircling his large member, you lift it to your open lips. He groans, low and rough, as your fingers brush his sensitive flesh, already slick with his own juices.
He tangles his fingers in your hair, gripping the strands tightly as he guides your head forward. The swollen head of his cock brushes against your lower lip, smearing it with his juices.
Caleb’s hips thrust forward to force his cock past your lips. He groans as your warm, wet mouth engulfs the first few inches of his shaft. The sensation of your tongue fluttering against his skin makes his cock throb and pulse, leaking more precursor fluid onto your tongue.
“Fuck, just like that, sugar.”
He bucks his hips, pushing himself deeper into the heat of your mouth. The head of his cock hits the back of your throat, making you choke a little as you
Caleb’s fingers tighten in your hair, gripping the short strands almost painfully as he pulls you further down his throbbing shaft. He sets a steady rhythm, fucking your face with deep, hard thrusts that make your eyes water and your throat contract around his invading cock. The lewd sounds of gagging and skin slapping against skin fill the room as Caleb takes his pleasure from your mouth.
“Fuck, your throat feels so good squeezing my cock.”
His hips bucked forward relentlessly. He held your head in place, burying himself to the hilt in your mouth, his heavy balls pressing against your chin.
Caleb's hips quickened, his thrusts becoming erratic as his climax approached. With a low, guttural groan, he released his cock from the tight grip of your throat, a trail of saliva and pre-cum connecting your lips to his straining cock. He admired the sight of your glassy eyes and flushed cheeks, before he surged forward, pushing you back onto the bed.
"Fuck, I need to be inside your tight little cunt when I cum."
Caleb's large hands gripped your thighs, his fingers digging into your skin.
seeping into the soft flesh as he spreads your legs. The cool air blows over your hot, dripping cunt, making you. He can see your pussy dripping with fluid, the sheets beneath you already soaked. The sight makes his cock throb and harden, a bead of pre-cum dripping from its swollen tip.
“Look at you, so fucking wet and ready for my cock.”
Caleb’s hips buck, the head of his engorged cock rubbing against your sensitive clit. He grinds himself against your pussy, coating himself in the slippery fluid, before thrusting the tip into your entrance.
“Aah! S-slowly!”
The thick head of his cock pushed through your slippery entrance with one powerful thrust. Your vagina stretched wide around his massive cock, its walls tightening as they struggled to accommodate his impressive size. A moan escaped his throat at the wonderful sensation of heat enveloping him, your hole welcoming him in.
“S-so big! Ngh.. c-cant..”
“Yes yes.. you can, Sugar. Take my cock like a good girl you are..”
His fingers dug into your hips as he began to move. He set a hard, thrusting rhythm, his shaft sliding in and out of your wet passage with deep, purposeful strokes. The lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin and the creaking of the bed frame filled the room as Caleb fucked you wildly.
His hips thrusting in and out, his cock slamming into your hole with deep, powerful thrusts. The sensation of his hard, hot length filling and stretching your pussy so perfectly drew moans and gasps from your lips. Your inner walls clench around him, as if trying to hold him inside you, to keep him buried deep inside you forever.
"Fuck, Sugar. You feel so warm... like this sweet cunt was made just for me."
He follows his words with a sharp thrust, grinding his hips against yours, his pubic bone stimulating your clit and making you moan.
"Ngghh..! Ahhh..."
Caleb's metal hand finds yours, his fingers intertwining with yours as he rests his forehead against yours. You can feel the heat of his skin. His breath, hot and ragged, shadows your face with every thrust, every word.
"Please don't leave me again.." Caleb begs, his voice cracking with emotion.
He lowers his head, then slowly settles on your chest. You can feel his ragged breaths, and without hesitation, you wrap your arms around him, hugging him tightly.
Then, you feel something warm touch your chest—his tears. He cries, burying his face in your chest.
“Sugar, I can’t… I won’t lose you again. Stay with me, Y/n. Let me cherish you, protect you, take care of you, worship this beautiful body of yours every damn day. I’m sorry I couldn’t save you before, but I swear, I’ll make it up to you. I’ll spend the rest of my life making you happier than you’ve ever been.”
His hip thrusts become more erratic, his cock throbbing and pulsating inside you as his climax approaches. He grips your hips hard enough to bruise, his fingers sinking into the tender flesh as he pounds your hole with his cock, stirring his cock deep inside.
“C-caleb..!”
Carefully, you lift his face, making him look at you. His wet eyes are now filled with sadness and longing. Slowly, with your fingertips, you wipe away his tears, wiping away the deep traces of pain. Slowly, with your fingertips, you wipe away his tears, wiping away the traces of pain that are streaming down his cheeks.
Unable to hold back the pull any longer, you lean in and press your lips to Caleb's in a slow, sensual kiss. Caleb groans into your kiss, his tongue exploring your lips to claim you completely. He kisses you back with equal passion, his hands exploring your curves possessively.
As the kiss deepens, Caleb's fingers find your sensitive clit, rubbing the swollen clitoris in a circular motion. The added stimulation makes your hips buck off the bed, your inner muscles clenching and pulsing wildly around his cock.
"O-oh! I'm close, Caleb!"
"Come on, Sugar. I want to feel you cum with me. Let's reach that peak together…”
Caleb's fingers circled your clit with increasing pressure, the rough pad of his thumb rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves with a tight, urgent motion. His hips shot forward, bucking his cock faster and faster. The headboard hit the wall as he fucked you roughly, chasing the release you so desperately needed.
"I can feel your pussy clenching, squeezing my cock so fucking tight.."
He leaned down to catch your nipple between his teeth, biting it hard enough to make you gasp. His tongue swirls around the stiff peak, soothing the slight sting.
Caleb’s hands slide down to grip your ass, squeezing hard as he pulls you against him. His hips move faster, the wet sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.
“I’m going to fill this pussy up, baby. Pump you full of my hot, thick cum. You want that, don’t you? To be marked as mine, inside and out?”
“Y-yes! Yes yes ah! Please cum in me, Caleb!”
His cock throbs and kicks inside your spasming cunt, painting your walls white with his hot, thick cum. Spurt after spurt of his juices pumps into you, filling you just as he promised. As you reach your climax, his lower body becomes wet with your own juices.
Caleb’s fingers hold you in place as he sinks his cock into you, moving his cock in small movements to prolong the pleasure with you. He could feel your pussy and milk his shaft, greedy for every last drop of his release. The sensation was incredible, unlike anything he had ever experienced before. It was like your body was made to receive his cum, to be bred and claimed by him.
Caleb’s chest heaved with labored breaths as he fought to regain his composure. He stared at you with a look of pure, unbridled ownership, his purple eyes blazing with fierce intensity. A smug grin slowly spread across his face as he took in your disheveled appearance, your skin flushed and glistening with sweat, your hair tangled on the pillow. You could only slump to the ground.
“Mine. You’re mine now, Y/n. I won’t let you go again. I won’t let anything come between us.”
Caleb leaned down, his lips brushing your ear as he spoke, his breath hot and ticklish against your skin.
"I deserve to have you, Sugar. You deserve to be taken care of, to be loved and cherished and fucked so hard that you forget your own name.”
His hand slid up to encircle your throat, his thumb brushing along your jawline possessively. He tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. His other hand gripped your hip, pulling you closer, as if he wanted to sew your bodies together.
His eyes bore into yours like a maniac, his grip on your throat tightening slightly. A raw, unbridled intensity in his gaze, a mix of love, possession, and something darker.
“If I have to, I'll even sew our bodies together, stitch us up so tightly that we can't be torn apart”