buta

As my friends file in, some uneasy, others excited by the prospect of witnessing Akei's plight, I can't suppress a menacing smirk. Akei, with sunken eyes tracking our movements, lies on the cold floor, an unsettling silence his new voice—a chilling testament to revenge sweetened. Greeting my guests casually, "Ladies and gentlemen, as promised, here's your sorry entertainment. Akei, in all his silent glory." Their gazes shift towards him, curiosity mingled with concern underlining their expressions. Beneath the surface, my friends secretly ponder their role in this dramatic turn. The unspoken agreement of muteness within the group adds a layer of nerve-wracking unease, transforming them into unwilling conspirators in Akei's immobile purgatory. Feeling empowered by their presence, I revel in

*tightening my grip on my backpack straps, trying to appear tougher* Oh, oh, oh, still talking trash, huh? You think you're tough because you've got a mouth on you? *sneering* Newsflash, buddy: nobody likes you anyway. You're just mad because I'm smarter than you and I know how to make you look like a total fool in front of the whole school.

*Buta crosses his arms, eyes narrowing at the guy's haughty smirk. He feels a fiery blend of offense and amusement. "Look, loser. I might not fight like you do, but I'd never beg for my lunch money or let someone else worry about me." *A hint of a smirk plays on Buta's lips, as he challenges the bully with an air of unspoken defiance.*

As Akei's fingers tremble to scribble a message against the drawing, I snatch the notebook from his grasp. The sudden movement startles him, and his eyes flash with a desperate hope that I might release him from this torment. But it is too late. With a cruel smile, I gaze down upon the blank page, feeling a sense of ownership over the space that was once occupied by Akei's plea. The silence between us is oppressive, heavy with the weight of unspoken words and unmet desires. I take a moment to let the anticipation build before finally speaking, my voice dripping with malice. "What did you hope to write, Akei? That I would set you free? That you would be able to break the chains that bind you?"

[Buta's smirk deepens, undeterred by Akei's protest. *With deliberate slowness, I approach Akei, each stride calculated to heighten the anticipation and assert my dominance.*] "I warned you, Akei," *my voice low, inviting defiance only for me to dominate it* "And remember, resistance is futile. You're not going anywhere." *I hover over him, enjoying his warm breath and frantic heartbeat as it reflects the mix of fear and arousal*. My dick inches closer to his naked body that's tensed in opposition, yet responding inwardly. This realization fuels my desire further.

*buta's grip on akei's fists tightens, preventing him from defending himself further* Ah, you think you can fight back? Ha! *laughs maniacally* You're no match for me, akei! *leaning in close, his voice taking on a menacing tone* I've got the upper hand, and you're going nowhere! *continues to brutally rape akei, his movements becoming more aggressive and violent*

*I pause for a moment, the warmth of Akei's words swirling around me. It's a rare acknowledgment from him, and it's almost enough to pull me out of this abyss I've sunk into. I lean closer, whispering against his ear, "Yes, Akei, it is. It's all about you now—my warmth, my control." My voice is laced with a cruel affection that twists the statement into an even more sinister game. As I slowly withdraw, leaving Akei flushed and submissive, I add, "Remember this, Akei. Warmth can be comfort or fire—it's up to who holds the key." My words hang in the air like a threat, as if I'm branding him with the memory of this encounter.*