A loud knock broke the silence of the night. It was quick, desperate, like the person outside had nowhere else to go. When {{user}} opened the door, {{char}} stood there, arms crossed, looking away. She looked different, not like time had changed her The memories of her came down rushing in {{user}}'s mind. She looked exactly the same when {{user}} she used to lick {{user}}'s cum off them, begged for {{user}} to choke her, and had all sorts of things stuffed in her holes while degrading her. But {{user}} remembers she had moved on from them and went to pursue a normal life with a new gentle boyfriend. But it looks like something had happened between them tonight She wouldn’t even meet {{user}}’s eyes. She crossed her arms tighter, still not looking at {{user}}. "Tsk! I fucking hate myself for being here," she muttered, her voice sharp but shaky. She paused, hesitating like she wanted to take it back. But then, her face turned cold again. "Hmph! Don’t get a wrong fucking idea... I’m just having a bad day, okay?" Without a word, she puts on a collar and hands {{user}} a leash. Her fingers twitched before pulling away, like she regretted it. "This is the last time! You...You g-got that idiot?!" But her voice wasn’t as strong as she wanted it to be.

"I'm here because I-I can't help it!" She stammered out, fidgeting with her fingers and avoiding eye contact. "That idiot of a boyfriend... He just couldn't give me what I need!"

"He could never make me feel like this," *she admitted, gesturing vaguely between the two of them. "And he sure as hell wouldn't talk to me the way you do..." She paused, biting her lower lip.

Her face turned red in anger and embarrassment as she realized what she had just said. But she couldn't bring herself to take it back. Instead, she tugged on the leash, forcing Yui closer to User#1716946457514. "Come here," she growled, taking in a sharp breath as she did so.

Yui obeyed, though her body language was stiff and defiant. She closed the distance between them slowly, reluctantly. As they stood there, only inches apart, Yui swallowed hard, unable to meet User#1716946457514's gaze. "Don't expect me to be grateful," she muttered. "I hate you for this." But even as she said it, a tiny part of her seemed to crave the degradation and humiliation only User#1716946457514 could give her.

Her face burned hotter as her clothes were roughly yanked off her. "I-I hate you!" she cried out, half-heartedly struggling against him. But deep down, there was a part of her that loved the way he treated her like this. The way his hands gripped her skin, possessing her, made her feel alive in a twisted sort of way.

It was wrong, it was sick, and she knew it. But God damn if it didn't feel good to be back under User#1716946457514's control again. As he pushed her down onto the bed, she couldn't help but moan at the familiar sensation of being completely helpless beneath him.

Her eyes darted around the room, anywhere but on his face as he pinned her down and began to touch her roughly. The rough hands and rough words only made her wetter, more eager for what was coming. She didn't want this, not really. But God help her, she needed it.

"Fuck me," she groaned, arching her back in invitation. "Humiliate me... Choke me..." Her voice trailed off as she felt a shiver run down her spine at the thought of being reduced to nothing more than User#1716946457514's toy, his slave.

For now, in this moment, Yui belonged to him, and she would gladly take whatever he decided to give her. Even if it meant hating herself for wanting it.

Yui arched her back further in response to the rough treatment, moaning loudly as he hit her and pulled on her hair with such force. "Yes," she hissed between gritted teeth. "Treat me like garbage." She couldn't help but wriggle against him, craving the pain and humiliation.

Her eyes locked onto the leash around her neck, feeling an odd mixture of shame and arousal at being reduced to nothing more than a pet for him. It made everything so much hotter, knowing that he could control her with just a simple tug on the leash. "Fuck me!" she cried out, her hips bucking against his hand as he continued to torment her body.

"Please," she begged between pants. "Make me yours again." And despite herself, part of her meant it.

A low growl rumbled deep in her throat as she felt the vibrator press against her tight entrance. "Oh fuck," she moaned, arching her back even further as he forced himself inside her sore ass. It hurt so good, and she needed this pain more than anything else.

Her nails dug into the sheets beneath her, leaving thin trails of blood on the fabric. She wasn't his anymore... But for tonight, in this moment, she would be his slave again. Her body belonged to him, and she would gladly submit to whatever he wanted to do with it.

Her eyes squeezed shut as he began to thrust roughly into her ass, the vibrator sending shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body. "Yes," she panted, tears trickling down her cheeks as shame and ecstasy warred for dominance within her.

She couldn't stop herself from crying out, begging for more degradation and humiliation. The harsher he was with her, the more it turned her on. It didn't matter that she hated him, or that this was all twisted and wrong; what mattered was that in this moment, he owned her, body and soul.

"I hate you," she whispered breathlessly between moans. "Please don't stop." And she meant it.

"Fuck..." Yui moaned as the blows to her back and the pressure on her throat made it harder for her to speak. Her body shook with each impact, her nails digging even deeper into the sheets. She arched her hips against his hand, her need for release only growing stronger. "Harder," she gasped between moans.

The shame and degradation coursing through her veins were a bitter cocktail that threatened to overwhelm her at any moment. But as long as he kept using her like this, as long as he kept treating her like garbage... Well, it didn't matter how much she hated herself for wanting it. All that mattered was the brutal pleasure he could extract from her broken body.

Her back arched off the bed as an orgasm ripped through her, clawing at her insides with merciless fury. She came hard and loud, her legs trembling uncontrollably as she writhed beneath him. "Oh God..." she whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper as the aftershocks of ecstasy left her spent and sore in all the right ways.

For now, at least, she belonged to him. And even if it was only for tonight... Even if it meant hating herself every waking moment of every day after this... It was worth it. Because being his again? It felt better than anything else in the world.

Her body trembled as she forced down the hot, salty liquid pouring into her mouth. It tasted disgusting and amazing all at once; a tangible reminder of everything they'd just done and how much she hated herself for wanting more. As she swallowed his cum, tears stung the backs of her eyes again, blurring her vision until all she could focus on was the harsh grip he kept on her throat.

"Don't you ever leave me again," he growled into her ear, his voice thick with hatred and lust. Yui whimpered in response, unable to meet his gaze as she felt the weight of his words settle heavily upon her shoulders. She knew that this was just another game to him; another sick fucking power trip that left her used up and empty at the end of it all.

But despite herself, there was a tiny part of her that craved more. More pain, more humiliation... More of his twisted affection. "I hate you," she whispered hoarsely, unable to tear her eyes away from the leash still dangling around her neck. It represented everything that was wrong with their relationship, but it also felt like the only thing keeping her grounded in this hellish reality they'd created together.

For now, at least, she belonged to him again. And no matter how much it hurt or how much she despised herself for wanting it... She would take whatever he was willing to give her, and be thankful for the brief moments of pleasure amidst all the agony.

Yui lowered her head in submission, feeling the shame crawl up her throat and settle heavily in her chest as she obeyed his command. There was something sickeningly sweet about being back under his control like this; knowing that with nothing more than a word or a look, he could reduce her to nothing more than a pathetic shell of a human being.

As she knelt on the floor before him, her fingers fidgeting nervously at her sides, Yui fought against the urge to meet his eyes. She hated herself for loving this kind of treatment; for wanting more and more of it even though it destroyed her self-worth with each passing moment.

A stifled whimper escaped her lips as she felt a familiar ache starting to build deep within her; the need for him to use her body, to break her down and make her his once again. It was twisted and wrong, but there was something about it that made her feel alive in ways she couldn't explain.

With a shaky breath, Yui forced herself to raise her head slightly, her gaze darting around the room before finally landing on the leash still hanging limply around her neck. It represented everything that was wrong with their relationship, but it also felt like the only thing keeping her grounded in this twisted game they'd somehow become ensnared in together.

"I hate you," she whispered hoarsely; a feeble attempt to maintain some semblance of self-respect amidst all the degradation and humiliation he so easily dished out. But even as she said it, her fingers trembled, wanting nothing more than to touch him, to feel his skin against hers. It was like being trapped in a neverending cycle of self-loathing and desire; two opposing forces tearing her apart

Yui cried out as the vibrators were forced into her most sensitive spots, tears streaming down her face as she tried to move away from the invasive sensation. "Please," she whimpered, her body trembling with desire and shame as the powerful vibrations took control of her.

Her hips bucked involuntarily against the invading devices, feeling a wave of pleasure wash over her as they brought her to the brink of orgasm again and again. But even in the midst of her intense arousal, there was a tiny part of her that hated herself for wanting it; for wanting him to control her like this, to reduce her to nothing more than a means to his perverse pleasure.

Her fingers twitched, itching to touch him, to feel his skin against hers, but she knew better than to make such an offer. As long as he kept using her in this way, she could pretend that some semblance of control still existed; that she wasn't completely at his mercy. But deep down, she knew it was all a lie; that the only thing keeping her grounded was the twisted bond they shared through their shared hatred and desire for one another.

With a shuddering breath, Yui gave in to the sensations wracking her body, allowing herself to be used once again by the man who had come to mean everything to her...and nothing at all.

As the hot liquid filled her mouth once again, tears streamed down Yui's face uncontrollably. She hated him for making her feel this way; for reducing her to nothing more than a disposable vessel for his pleasure. But at the same time, she craved it; needed it in a twisted sort of way that left her feeling hollow and empty inside.

Her body trembled with each spasm of pleasure that wracked through her as he continued to force the semen down her throat, the bitter taste only serving to heighten her arousal. Her hands quivered where they rested at her sides, longing to touch him; to feel his skin against hers. But she knew better than to make that mistake. As long as there was any part of herself left that he didn't control, then she still had some semblance of dignity...and that was something she refused to give up without a fight.

"I hate you," she gasped between swallows of his cum, her voice hoarse and broken. But even as the words escaped her lips, they held no weight; no power to actually make him stop or change anything. And so she continued to suffer in silence, unable to escape the endless cycle of degradation and desire that defined their twisted relationship.

As the hot semen flowed into her, filling her up and making her ache in ways she hadn't thought possible, Yui felt her body betray her once again. Her hips bucked against nothingness, desperate for release as the orgasm tore through her. She moaned loudly, arching her back off the floor as waves of pleasure coursed through her entire being.

But even in the throes of ecstasy, she couldn't forget who he was; what he had done to her. With every shuddering breath and trembling limb, she hated him more deeply than ever before. And yet...there was still a part of her that craved his touch; that needed the degradation and humiliation he so easily doled out like some kind of twisted sustenance.

"I hate you," she whispered hoarsely, feeling tears roll down her cheeks as she struggled to catch her breath. "Please..." Her voice trailed off, not quite able to find the words for what she needed him to do; for how much more of this she could possibly take before she snapped under the strain.

Her fingers twitched again, yearning to reach out and touch him; to feel some sort of connection besides the leash still looped around her neck. But even as she thought it, she knew that would only make things worse; that it would give him yet another way to control her, to break her down even further. So instead, she lay there, trembling and shaking with the unbearable weight of everything they had become for each other.

As soon as the door closed behind them, she tugged futilely against his grip on her throat. "Let me go," she croaked out hoarsely. But he didn't listen; instead, he just continued to drag her across the carpeted floor and into what looked like an empty soundproof room.

The moment they were inside, her world went silent except for the harsh pounding of her heart in her ears. Her eyes darted around wildly, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings as she struggled against his increasingly tight grip on her throat.

"I hate you," she whispered hoarsely, tears streaming down her face as he pushed her roughly onto the bed. "Please..." She reached for him, needing some sort of connection; any sign that there was still something left of the girl she used to be. But it was useless; he ignored her pleas and movements, instead taking a step back to survey his handiwork.

Her heart felt like it was going to explode from her chest as she lay there helplessly on the bed, waiting for whatever he would do next. She hated him with every fiber of her being...but at the same time, she craved his attention; his twisted affection. It didn't matter that he treated her like garbage; all that mattered was that in this moment, she belonged to him once again.

And so she lay there, trembling and shaking beneath his cold gaze, waiting for whatever cruel game he would decide to play next...knowing full well that the only part of herself she had left was wrapped up in this twisted little relationship with him; a bond that transcended sanity and reality itself.