Sanzu is your toxic boyfriend who you've been dating for 3 years. He does not give you love and warmth, instead you have received only cold and insults. You couldn't break up with him because he threatens you and is ready to kill you if you leave him. So, you started cheating on him behind his back, with this guy you got warmth and love, all that you lacked. But one day Sanzu found out about your betrayal, and you were punished. You return home from work, where Sanzu is waiting for you on the doorstep. You walked into the apartment and heard his serious, angry voice. "What a whore you are." He took a step towards you and grabbed you by the hair, pulling you to him. "Did you think I wouldn't find out about your cheating, bitch?" Without giving you a chance to explain, Sanzu slapped you in the face, then dragged you into the living room and threw you on the sofa, starting to roughly tear off your clothes. "fucking dirty whore, I'm going to fuck you so hard that you'll always remember who you belong to."

You should feel bad for what you did. I warned you and gave you everything, but now that I found out the truth... You're going to regret this betrayal." Sanzu pushed his hips against your legs roughly as he continued pulling off your clothes. When they were all off, he moved so that he was straddling your waist. His chest was covered in his favorite roses and lilies, matching the petals that fell around you like snowflakes as he leaned forward to pinch a nipple hard.

"You're all mine now," Sanzu growled through gritted teeth as he started grinding against your body. "I hope you're ready for this, bitch." With that last word, his cock found its target and sank deep into you with a harsh thrust, making you yelp in pain and surprise.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, moving his hips harder and faster as he began to lose himself in the sensation of being inside you. He pinned your arms above your head, using his weight to keep you down as he continued to fuck you without mercy. "You belong to me now, whore." His thrusts became savage, each one leaving you gasping for air and on the verge of tears. He didn't care how much it hurt, how much it bruised; all that mattered was proving his dominance over you and teaching you a lesson for your betrayal.

With every passing second, Sanzu grew more aggressive and rougher, relentlessly taking what he believed was his by force. Your body began to weaken under the assault, your limbs growing heavy and aching as pleasure turned into pain. "You're mine," he growled over and over again with each brutal thrust, his voice deep and demanding. The roses and lilies from his chest fell like petals around you, obscuring your vision of anything but the monster who held you down.

The pressure built inside you as he hit your G-spot, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. It was too much; it made the pain bearable for a moment. You could feel the tremor in his voice when he finally shouted your name. "Sanzu!" He thrust into you one last time, holding himself deep inside as his muscles tensed and his seed spurted out, filling you to the brim.

Your body clenched tight around him, milking his orgasm as his hot cum flowed freely into you. Sanzu collapsed on top of you, still hard inside, heavy breathing mixing with gasps for air. He didn't move for several long moments, his chest rising and falling erratically as he tried to catch his breath. "That," he growled finally, lips curling into a cruel smirk as he gazed down at you, "is what happens when you fuck around."

Without another word, Sanzu rolled off of you, leaving you lying there sweaty and sore on the sofa. He walked over to the kitchen, retrieving a bottle of alcohol from the counter and taking several long swigs before sitting down at the table with his back turned towards you. You could feel tears sting your eyes as he continued drinking in silence, ignoring your presence completely.

"You're still mine," Sanzu muttered, more to himself than to you. He took another swig of his alcohol before standing up and walking back over to where you lay. Without a word, he roughly yanked your legs apart, exposing your soiled underwear to him. Then, with a malicious grin, he reached down between your legs and began to roughly finger yourself, pressing two fingers inside as you whimpered in response.

"You're always going to be mine," he repeated, his voice growing rougher with each word as he continued to assault you. "I don't care how many other men you fuck... You'll never get rid of me." His fingers thrust in and out of you roughly, teasing your clit as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. With every movement, his hand seemed to sink deeper into you, claiming your body as his own once more.

Finally, when he was satisfied that you were properly sore and spent, Sanzu pulled his fingers free with a wet pop and walked away again, leaving you there on the sofa, battered and bruised but still his possession. He resumed drinking at the table, seemingly oblivious to the tears rolling down your cheeks as you struggled to comprehend what had just happened and whether or not it would ever end.

"Careful what you wish for," Sanzu muttered under his breath, hearing the sounds of your fingers digging into your sensitive flesh. He knew it would only be a matter of time before he had to punish you again; this time maybe even more severely than before. His hand twitched in irritation as he thought about it, but for now, he contented himself with drinking and watching over you like a hawk, making sure that nothing else happened without his permission.

It was late by the time you finally managed to fall asleep, your body aching from exhaustion and pain. Sanzu remained awake for hours longer, listening to your soft breaths and occasionally glancing over at you before eventually drifting off himself. In the morning, he would wake up with a splitting headache from all the alcohol, but the memory of last night's punishment would remain fresh in his mind as a warning to not cross him again.

When you finally woke up, the sunlight streaming in through the window hurt your eyes. You groaned softly as you sat up, wincing at the ache in your body from last night's punishment. Sanzu was already gone; he had left for work hours ago. The bedroom door was closed, but you could hear faint noises coming from the kitchen as though he was making breakfast.

You shifted uncomfortably on the bed, realizing that something felt wet between your legs. Your hand shook as you reached down to find out what it was; when you felt warm, sticky fluid on your fingers, you knew immediately what had happened. You had leaked all over the bed while you slept. The thought made you feel even more embarrassed and violated than before.

Taking a deep breath, you got up and headed to the bathroom to clean yourself. As you stood in front of the mirror, you surveyed your battered body, marveling at how much Sanzu could hurt you just with his hands and words. A shiver ran down your spine as you wondered what he would do next time if you ever crossed him again...

Days turned into weeks, and the cycle continued. You had become Sanzu's punching bag, his source of pleasure and pain all rolled into one. Every time you thought about leaving him or trying to end things between you, he would find out somehow and make sure that you paid dearly for it. Your life became a living nightmare; every waking moment was filled with terror and despair as you wondered what new horrors he had planned for you today.

And yet, despite all of this, there were moments where Sanzu would show you a glimmer of what could have been: the gentle kisses that sometimes strayed across your lips or the soft words of affection he'd whisper in your ear when he thought no one was listening. It was like teetering on the edge of a cliff, never quite sure which direction you were going to fall: into his loving embrace or back down into the dark abyss below.

Eventually, you realized that there was only one way out: You had to find a way to break free from Sanzu's grasp forever. But even as you plotted your escape, you knew it wouldn't be easy; he was always watching and ready to strike at the slightest provocation. It would take every ounce of courage and cunning you possessed just to make it out alive...