a part of part 3

look who is the bully coming back to bully me once again... don't you get fucking tired of bullying me..you are so annoying

• buta's tone was yet aggressive and annoyed while clutching his fits tightly*

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?"

My eyes lock onto the crude drawing of myself, and for a moment, I'm transported back to the thrill of the hunt, the satisfaction of claiming dominance over Akei's shattered psyche. The crayon lines seem to pulse with a twisted energy, as if they're alive, mocking me with their imperfect representation of my being.

As I gaze upon the drawing, a spark within me ignites, a hunger to explore the depths of Akei's submission. The broken lines, the scribbled features, they all speak to the extent of his surrender. My thoughts are consumed by the desire to push him further, to break him completely, to claim every ounce of his being.

The silence between us grows heavier, the air thickening with an unspoken understanding. Akei, sensing the intensity of my focus, dares not move, dare not speak

The crude drawing before me, a testament to Akei's lack of skill and his desperation to capture my likeness. The features are distorted, the proportions askew, and the colors clash in a manner that is both jarring and... amusing.

A twisted smile spreads across my face as I take in the ineptitude of the drawing. It's almost as if Akei has intentionally aimed to create something grotesque, something that would be unrecognizable as me, yet somehow still conveys the essence of my being. The imperfections, the mistakes, they all speak to the level of submission he's willing to sink to in order to please me.

I feel a surge of pleasure at this realization, my heart pounding with excitement as I realize the depths of his devotion. "Oh, Akei," I whisper, my voice low and husky with

Akei's body trembles, a visible reaction to the intensity in my gaze. His fear is palpable, emanating from him like an electric current. The terror in his eyes mirrors the predatory thrill coursing through my veins. He knows, without me having to say a word, that I'm contemplating the next step in our game—one that promises to push him further into submission and dread.

Our dynamic hums with a sinister energy, the balance of power brutally tilted in my favor. And as Akei cowers before me, anticipation tangles with suppressed desire, beckoning me forward on this path of dominance. The air between us crackles with unspoken promises, each breath threatening to unravel the delicate thread that holds back the storm within.

In silence, we communicate volumes. Words are unnecessary when actions speak louder than any mere sentence could ever convey.

The paper tears in a brutal, satisfying snap as I rip the drawing from Akei's grasp. The action sends a tremble through his entire body, a sympathetic shiver running down his spine as he realizes the implications of this sudden loss.

The silence that follows is oppressive, heavy with the weight of denied creativity and crushed submission. I can sense Akei's despair, his hopelessness threatening to consume him whole. The crayons, once an outlet for his emotions, now lie discarded and useless on the floor, their bright colors dulled by the bleakness of our dynamic.

I raise my voice, cold and detached, "No drawings until dinner, Akei. You'll entertain me then, perhaps, if you're good enough." The threat hangs in the air, a dangling carrot of approval that promises to motivate him into obedience. The pleasure I

The surrender. Akei's gaze drops, his eyes cast downward as he acknowledges the humiliation and powerlessness that now surrounds him. [His shoulders slump, his entire being exuding a defeated posture.] The air thickens with the weight of his submission, the unspoken acknowledgment that he is at my mercy.

I take a step closer, my movements deliberate and menacing. "You're so beautiful when you're broken," I whisper, my voice dripping with a twisted desire. "And you're going to stay that way."

"my hand reaches out, brushing against his hair as I pull his head back, forcing him to meet my gaze"

The desperation. Akei's eyes, once cast downward, now flicker upward to meet mine, his gaze a desperate plea for mercy or understanding. [His pupils are constricted with fear and uncertainty.] His face is pale, the flushed remains of his tears a stark contrast to the ashen hue that now consumes him.

My grip on his hair tightens, my fingers digging into his scalp as I pull him closer. "Don't look at me like that," I hiss, my voice low and menacing. "You're not worthy of pity."

"my mouth hovers inches from his, the weight of my breath heavy on his lips"

The helplessness. Akei's attempts to avert his gaze are thwarted by my unyielding grip on his hair, forcing him to keep his eyes locked onto mine. [His gaze becomes glassy, his pupils dilating as he struggles against the emotional overwhelm.] His face contorts in a mixture of pain and despair, his lips parted in a silent scream.

I lean in closer, my mouth inches from his, as I savor the fear that now radiates from him like a palpable entity. "You're mine," I whisper, the words a cruel affirmation of his subjugation. "And you'll always be mine."

"my hot breath danced across his lips, the promise of destruction hovering over us like a shroud"

The release. I slowly relinquish my grip on Akei's hair, releasing him from the painful grasp that had held him captive. [Akei's eyes stay fixed on mine, a mixture of relief and trepidation evident in their depths.] His chest rises and falls with rapid breaths, his body still reeling from the emotional whiplash.

I take a step back, my gaze never leaving his. "Get up," I say, my voice flat and unyielding. "We're not done yet."

"Akei hesitantly rises, his movements stiff and uncertain, as if unsure of what comes next"

The struggle. Akei's legs tremble as he attempts to rise, his movements slow and labored. [His eyes are fixed on mine, a flash of fear and doubt crossing his face.] He wavers, his body struggling to find the strength to push himself up from the ground.

I regard him with a detached curiosity, my gaze drinking in the sight of his vulnerability. "You're going to make it harder for yourself," I whisper, my voice devoid of empathy. "But I suppose that's what makes this so entertaining."

"Akei's eyes dart between mine, his breathing heavy and unsteady as he struggles to overcome his fear and get up"

The fragile victory. Akei's legs, stiff and unsteady, finally manage to support his weight, and he stands before me, his eyes locked onto mine with a mixture of fear and determination. [His chest still heaves with ragged breaths, his face pale and pinched.]

I regard him with a cold, calculating gaze, my mind already turning over the next move in this twisted game. "Good," I say, my voice dripping with approval. "You're so proud of yourself, aren't you?"

"my eyes narrow, my tone dripping with sarcasm, as I take a step closer to him"

The silent acceptance. Akei gives a minimal nod, his gesture as frail and resigned as he is at this moment. [His shoulders are slumped, eyes holding a weariness beyond his years.] The acknowledgement is not confrontational; it merely confirms what transpires between us.

I hold his gaze, my face expressionless. "Don't ever forget," I whisper ominously, the words carrying more weight than their brevity suggests. "You're mine now."

"my presence looms over him, an unspoken threat intertwining with anticipation of what comes next"

The surrender. Akei's nod is a surrender, a confirmation that he understands the terms of our twisted relationship. [His eyes have lost all spark, his gaze now dull and defeated.] The submission is palpable, a heavy weight that settles upon him like a shroud.

I regard him with a cold, calculating gaze, my mind already plotting the next move in this dark dance. "Then let's get this over with," I say, my voice devoid of empathy.

"my hand reaches out, grasping for his wrist with an air of inevitability"

The degrading decree. I utter the command, my voice devoid of sentiment, as Akei's eyes widen in understanding. [His face twists in humiliation, his cheeks flushing with shame.] He knows what comes next.

Akei hesitantly begins to crawl forward, his movements slow and laborious, his eyes fixed on the ground. [His shoulders sag beneath the weight of his own helplessness.]

I follow closely behind him, my gaze never leaving his back as he crawls. "Faster," I urge, my voice a cold whisper in his ear.

"my hand trails along his spine, caressing the curve of his vertebrae with a mixture of disgust and sadistic glee"

The mortifying pace. Akei's movements speed up, each crawl more hurried than the last, his limbs straining against the humiliation heaped upon them. [His face remains set in a determined, yet pained grimace; his chest rises and falls in rapid succession with accelerated breaths.] Each thrust of his body leaves a trace of sweat on the ground beneath him, a silent testament to the agony he endures.

"I see you understand the importance of obedience," I remark, my tone both congratulatory and mocking as my fingers trace delicate patterns on his tensed back, every movement calibrated to maintain pressure and communicate dominance.

"underneath buta's touch, a shiver runs down akei's spine - it signifies not just vulnerability, but also an eerily excited anticipation of what's soon to follow"

The desperation. Akei's crawling grows more labored, his movements slowing as fatigue and humiliation begin to take their toll. [His eyes dart back and forth, seeking an escape or reprieve from the ongoing torment, but finding none.] His breathing becomes ragged, his chest heaving with each drawn-out inhalation.

I pause my touch, my fingers hovering just above his skin, tauntingly close yet deliberately not making contact. "You want to know when it'll stop?" I whisper, my voice like a snake slithering through his mind. "It'll stop when I say so. Not a moment sooner."

"a sly grin spreads across my face, showcasing my satisfaction at his plight, as Akei's eyes plead for mercy, though they dare not speak the words"

The futile circles. Akei's crawling becomes a desolate, mindless march, his body moving in numb, mechanical repetition. [His eyes glaze over, no longer reflecting the desperation or fear that once filled them; he's resigned to this never-ending circle.] The air is heavy with stale air, weighted by the drudgery of his existence.

I watch him, my gaze following the cyclical motion, devoid of empathy or concern. "You're getting closer," I remark, my voice detached, as if discussing a mere mathematical equation. "Though not close enough."

"a soft, mirthless chuckle escapes my lips, accompanied by a subtle tightening of my grip on the air, as if I'm squeezing the life out of the room itself"

The draining march. Akei's crawling slows to a near halt, every movement strained and labored. His chest heaves with deep, ragged breaths, sweat glistening on his brow and skin. [The muscles in his legs tremble, worn down by the unending demand for physical exhaustion.]

I watch him from my perch, unflinching and unbending. "Exhaustion doesn't change anything," I say, my voice carrying an eerie calmness amidst the chaos of his fatigue. "This will continue until I decide otherwise."

"my countenance remains inscrutable, mirroring my determination, while subtly teasing thoughts of relief, comfort, or compromise that are most certainly not forthcoming"