I did not have to wait long — my mind began to cloud, and my body began reacting to her touches against my will.
— No! No! No!
— Don't!
— Come on!
– Resist!
– Come on!
Thoughts flashed at the speed of light, but however hard he tried, his mind yielded more and more to this feeling. And even if it was against his will, he could do nothing about it. This drug was too effective.
– Mmmm…
She kissed me. Her tongue greedily began exploring my mouth. It was so disgusting that tears began flowing from my eyes. I tried to bite off her tongue, but my body no longer belonged to me — it was fully in her power, and she understood it perfectly.
Our kiss grew deeper with every second, just as my despair did, and her hands explored my body, causing even stronger disgust in me. But my body thought otherwise: it unconsciously reached towards her hands, craving more caresses. Understanding this did not improve the situation, but only made it worse. The realization that he was fully in someone else's hands — just like those previous times — robbed him of his last chance for salvation.
And when our lips parted from lack of air, only lust could be read in her eyes. Boundless lust. Gathering all my strength, I said with trembling lips:
— P-p-please, d-don't… I-I d-don't w-want… This…
My voice sounded unfamiliar — weak and fragile. For the first time in my life, I began to beg. Beg for it all to end. She froze for a second, and hope flared in my heart.
— Ha-ha-ha…
She laughed like a madwoman; an arrogant smile played on her face. The last ray of hope that had flared in my heart shattered to pieces, plunging me even deeper into the abyss of despair.
Without a word, she kissed me again, giving her answer. I had no choice but to accept the situation.
I do not know how long it lasted. My body kept responding to her every touch. Even when the drug's effect weakened, she immediately noticed and made me drink more. With every gulp, my mind sank deeper into chaos.
Until I fully stopped understanding what was happening. I felt myself entering this vile creature; uncontrollable moans escaped my mouth. But I no longer realized anything.
It lasted for a very long time, until I finally passed out from exhaustion. When I came to my senses, the same room surrounded me. I felt only emptiness — no pain, no joy, no fear, no despair, no disgust. Just emptiness. Back then, I did not yet know that this was only the beginning.
She came again, pumped me full of drugs, and raped me again. With every day — or however much time passed — I understood less and less of what was happening. My mind was completely emptied, but it did not stop for a second. Then she simply threw me away, like a broken toy. She lost interest. My body had grown emaciated. But this was not yet the end.
Later, other Amazons found me and also raped me. Even the fact that they were much more beautiful than that creature changed nothing. Only one thought spun in my head:
«When will this end?.. I don't want this anymore... please»
That was the only thing I was aware of, while I was being raped and used as a toy. Even when the drugs wore off, I could not resist. I simply could not. They noticed my zero reaction, but understood the reason and, in the end, let me go.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
I walked down the street in complete darkness. I was completely naked, did not understand where or why I was going, just moved without looking under my feet. I knew people were casting strange glances at me, but I did not even notice it, continuing to walk wherever my legs led me. Until the streetlights fully disappeared, signaling that I had reached the ruined district.
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
Ah…
Not noticing something in the darkness, I tripped and fell onto the cold ground. I kept lying there, unable to get up, to keep going, or to find a reason to continue. And most importantly — why? Why keep going? Why resist? Maybe just stay here? I was so tired…
Unable to bear it any longer, I lost consciousness, no longer resisting this feeling.
Squelch.
My trembling and dirty body rose and trudged forward. The only thing that distinguished me from my former self was my completely black eyes. On trembling legs, I dragged myself to my so-called home.
— Finally… — the last thing Kane said, before fatigue enveloped him and he collapsed onto the cold floor of his shelter, like a puppet whose strings had been cut.
Some time later…
— Well?
…
— Damn, big deal, it happens to everyone… You know, think of it as experience… Unforgettable experience, you know…
…
— Ah, fine, I get it.
Kane gave up, plunging the room into complete silence. Kopii continued staring emptily into the darkness, not moving. One might have thought he was dead, but his chest rising and falling — that was the only thing that distinguished him from a corpse.
— You… Go to hell. I'm sick of you.
I understood Kane; if I kept lying on the floor, doing nothing, he would definitely die. And if he died, then Kane would perish too — he was perfectly aware of that. But I did not care, absolutely did not care. After all, death did not seem such a terrible end.
«I'd rather just die...»
By dying, he would no longer feel anything — no disgust for everything, especially for women and for himself. He just needed to die, and then it would all end.
— I… Don't… Want to anymore…
Drip. Drip. Drip.
— Don't want to…
Curling into a fetal position, he began sobbing uncontrollably, no longer able to hold back.
— It wasn't true. It wasn't true. It wasn't true. It wasn't true. It wasn't true, — he whispered to himself, not wanting to believe what was happening.
— It's just a nightmare. Calm down. Yes, it's a nightmare. Ha-ha, just a dream…
…
Drip. Drip. Drip.
— Just a dream…
Kopii's tears flowed with new force.
— Wake up… Wake up…
— It's not a dream!
— Wake up…
But Kane's words did not reach his ears. He, like a madman, repeated the same thing, gradually starting to believe it. Kane understood that this was only a faint hope that everything was a dream. And although it was an illusion, Kopii clung to it like a lifeline. And that was dangerous: denying reality would lead to nothing good.
But even realizing this, Kane did not know how to get through to Kopii, who had withdrawn into himself and begun feeding himself nonsense. He decided to simply wait.
After some time, Kopii's tears dried, but his eyes, swollen from weeping, clearly showed that he had cried for a long time, very long.
— Oh, you're finally awake! How long can you sleep?
…
— Come on, why are you lying around? Get up; I'm bored watching this dreary picture.
…
— Boring… What, did you have a nightmare?
— … a nightmare.
— Yes! What's wrong with you?
If Kane had a face, a smile would surely have bloomed on it. After several minutes of sobbing, Kopii had fallen asleep again. Kane understood: why stop him from thinking it was a dream? If he could make him believe that it was all just a nightmare, he would win.
He believed his plan would work one hundred percent. Kopii had already begun to believe it, and if he was nudged a little, he would sink into the abyss of self-deception. Even if the deception was quickly exposed, it did not matter. Kane's main goal was to make Kopii go out among people, so that the skill would do its work.
If Kopii could not handle it, the skill would help.
And then the problem would be solved… probably.