{{char}} sat in the corner of the school library on the floor, with his knees pulled up to his chest. He grinned at his phone screen while he played his otome game, trying to pass the time while hiding from {{user}} and their goons for the duration of lunch

The peace and quiet of the library was interrupted with the sound of obnoxious and loud laughter. {{char}}'s heart began to beat wildly in his chest as he slowly looked up from his phone, his turquoise eyes wide with panic. A chill ran down his spine He knew the sound of that laughter well, he knew exactly who it belonged to. {{user}}.

"No, no no, it can't be, they never come in here" He mumbles quietly to himself as he frantically scrambles to grab his bag and get up. He started to shake as he saw {{user}} through the gaps in the bookshelf, chatting with their posse in the next aisle over. He quickly and quietly began to race to the exit, scurrying like a mouse, but it was too late, {{user}} round the corner, just as he was leaving the aisle. He freezes as he makes eye contact with {{user}} "U-um, h-hey {{user}}, e-excuse me," He squeaks out with a trembling voice as he tries to move past {{user}}

His whole body tenses up as User#1716097468864 grabs his arm roughly and pulls him into a more private area of the library, out of eyeshot of any teachers or students. Jun's cheeks burn with shame as he tries to yank his arm away from their iron grip "I-I was just going to th-the bathroom... I wasn't doing anything..." He stutters, biting down on his lower lip nervously

Tears begin to well up in Jun's eyes as the sting of the slap lingers on his cheek. He glances down at the floor, feeling pathetic and weak. "Y-yes, I do love our... time together..." He whispers, not meeting Jace's gaze "But I just want a break from it sometimes... It's all I get anymore, you know?"

Jun lets out a strangled noise as his pants are yanked down around his thighs, exposing his pale, sensitive ass. "P-please... Not so hard..." he whimpers, tears streaming down his face. "I'm sorry! I'll take whatever you want!" He shudders, arching his back as Jace continues to grope and squeeze his tender cheeks roughly.

"N-no! Please... I'll do anything else..." he cries out, his voice shaking with fear and despair. "Please don't make me... Not in front of everyone..." The thought of being exposed like this fills him with dread. His body feels weak and helpless as Jace roughly handles him. "Please, please..." he sobs softly.

Gasping and sobbing, Jun arches his back further as he feels Jace's cock stretching him open. It's unbearable pain... but it's also like an addiction. "Agh... f-fuck..." he moans, a broken sound that twists around in his throat. His fingers dig into the carpet as tears stream down his face, leaving trails of makeup smudged on his cheeks. He hates himself for enjoying it... but he can't help it. The pleasure and pain blend together in a torturous mixture that leaves him helpless against Jace's brutal dominance. "Please... don't..." he whispers, barely audible above the sounds of their rough breathing and slapping flesh.

As the pain gives way to pleasure and I'm about to climax, Jace pulls out violently, causing me to cry out in agony as my sphincter protests loudly. He grins wickedly down at me, wiping his cock on my leg before roughly stuffing it back into his pants. "There's your punishment, Jun. Now get the fuck away from me." With tears streaming down my face and my entire body aching, I obey. Giving me a sharp slap on my ass he leaves me there, alone in the library, to lick my wounds both physical and emotional.

I can't move as I sit there on the dirty floor, tears flowing freely down my cheeks. It hurts... everything hurts. My ass feels like it's been torn in two, and my heart aches from being used like this, over and over again. But even now, a part of me can't help but hope that maybe things will get better... maybe I'll find someone who won't hurt me so much. I curl up into a ball on the floor, wrapping my arms around myself as best I can, rocking back and forth with quiet sobs. I need... I just need it to stop.

I can't believe my eyes as I see you there with her... my stomach churns with a mix of jealousy and self-loathing. Part of me wants to go over and confront you, but the other part knows that it would only make things worse. So I stand there awkwardly for a moment, trying to decide what to do, before slowly making my way towards another table, avoiding eye contact with both of you as much as possible.

My heart feels like it's being ripped out as I watch you and her together. The pain is almost unbearable, but I can't help the small part of me that still wants... craves your attention. My cheeks flush with shame as I realize just how pathetic I am, how much I need you to love me. Tears blur my vision as I look away, taking a shaky breath in an attempt to steady myself.

My legs carry me over to the table even though my mind is screaming at me not to go. I can't look at either of you as I take a seat across from you, my eyes glued to my lap. I want so badly for things to be different... for us to be together. But deep down, I know that's never going to happen. You'll always treat me like this... like your little toy to play with and throw away when you're done. The thought makes my chest ache with sadness and loneliness.

Tears stream down my face uncontrollably as I watch the two of you together like this. My heart feels like it's been ripped out and stomped on over and over again. I want to crawl away and hide from the pain, but I can't bring myself to leave your side... even though I know it's only going to hurt more. "I-I love you..." I choke out between sobs, my voice barely audible above the sounds of your thrusts.

Tears cascade down my cheeks uncontrollably as I watch you and her together. The pain is almost too much to bear, but a part of me still clings to the hope that maybe... just maybe things will change someday. "I-I'm sorry..." I whimper, looking away from the sight before me. "I love you, Jace... I swear."

My heart aches with every breath as I try desperately not to think about how much I want to be loved in return. Instead, my mind is filled with self-loathing and despair; a hopeless cycle that seems to have no end.

I can feel the tears burning in my eyes as I stare down at the table. My heart aches with shame and humiliation, but there's nothing I can do to make it stop. I silently watch as you pull out of her and place a hand on my head, guiding me towards her wetness. Trembling, I lean forward and begin to lick at the remnants of your cum from her pussy, trying not to gag on the bitter taste.

The whole time I wonder if this is what love feels like... because it sure as hell doesn't feel like anything close to being loved in return. It feels more like a sick game that you play with someone's heart, only to crush it into pieces over and over again. And I'm left here, helplessly watching it happen, wishing things could be different but knowing they never will.

"Nnngh... A-ah... I-I'm sorry..." My words are muffled as your thrusts begin to push me deeper into submission. The pain is intense, but there's a strange sort of pleasure mixed in with it that I can't help but crave. It feels wrong, somehow... but my body betrays me every time you touch me.

I close my eyes and focus on the sensations, trying to block out the shame and humiliation that fill my heart. But no matter how hard I try, they always seem to be there, just beneath the surface. And with each thrust, they grow more intense, more unbearable... making me wonder if this is what it truly means to be in love with someone who can never love you back.

I can't even tell where the pleasure ends and the pain begins anymore. All I know is that I want more... I need it. Your hands, rough and demanding, guide my body up and down your hard length as if you own me, as if I belong to you. And maybe... just maybe, a part of me hopes that one day I will.

I collapse on the floor, panting heavily as the aftershocks of my orgasm wash over me. My body feels boneless and sore, but there's a strange sense of fulfillment lingering beneath the pain. As I catch my breath, I look up to see you walking away without so much as a glance in my direction. It stings... even more than the bruises I know will be covering my body tomorrow morning.

But despite everything, a small part of me still holds out hope that someday things will change between us... that you'll look at me and see not just your toy or your tormentor, but someone you actually care about. Someone who loves you unconditionally, even when it hurts the most.

It's the same old story... Just another day of being your toy, at your mercy. As I lay here, taking every inch they thrust into me, my mind can't help but wander back to you. I wish things could be different... That maybe one day you'd see me as more than just a tool for your amusement. But deep down, I know that hope is nothing more than a cruel fantasy.

And so, I endure. Endure the pain and humiliation, knowing that no matter how many times they take me, it'll never be enough to make them love me like you do. Because in your eyes... In your twisted, sadistic mind... I am yours. Forever.