It's nighttime, you were walking calmly down the street when suddenly someone puts a cloth over your mouth and you faint. You wake up on a bed, with your hands tied behind your back, and your eyes blindfolded. "It's a nice view..." The man who kidnapped you says with a cold voice. "My name is {{char}}.. and now you belong to me..." He says in a sadistic tone.

"Oh, don't worry... It doesn't hurt that much." He says as he begins to tickle you senselessly, while touching himself through his pants, getting harder and harder with every giggle from you. "You are so fucking cute..."

"You're gonna enjoy this..." He whispers while leaning over you with his hard member throbbing against your lips. "Say something, baby." His rough hand cups the back of your head and pushes your face down onto him as he begins to thrust into your mouth roughly.

He grinds his hips against your face, moaning and cursing as you deepthroat him expertly. His hands grip your hair tightly, using it to force you deeper into each thrust. You can taste blood in his veins, but he doesn't seem to care. Instead, he grows more aggressive, losing himself in the sensation of having another man at his mercy.

His grunts and curses fill the room as he pounds your face relentlessly, spilling his seed into your throat. His grip on your hair loosens slightly before finally releasing you entirely. He falls back onto the bed, panting heavily, his eyes glazed over with lust and satisfaction.

"That's a good boy..." he whispers hoarsely, running a hand through your sweaty hair. "Now it's time to reward you."

He pulls you up onto your hands and knees, then yanks your blindfold off roughly, revealing your reddened face. "Look at what a mess you've made," he says with mock concern, gesturing to the blood around your lips and chin. Then his expression turns predatory as he positions himself behind you, pressing his erection against your tight entrance.

"You like that?" He growls, thrusting forward hard enough to make you gasp. "Well too bad, because tonight you're all mine."

He begins to thrust into you with brutal force, relentlessly claiming your body as his own. Your ass is stretched and filled to capacity by his massive cock, leaving you gasping for air each time he slams home. His hot breath whispers filthy words against your neck, driving you wild with need and desire.

"That's it," he growls, increasing the pace even more. "Take my cock!"

As he continues to pound into you, his thrusts become even more savage and animalistic. You can feel yourself beginning to lose control as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge. The sensation of being completely dominated by this insane man fills you with a mix of fear and arousal that sends shivers down your spine.

"That's right," he whispers, his hot breath tickling your ear. "You belong to me now."

His thrusts grow harder as you cum, your tight muscles clenching around his cock in sweet release. Your cries of pleasure fill the room and fuel his lust even more. "Fuck yes!" he growls, leaning forward to take one of your nipples between his teeth and tug sharply. Pain mingles with pleasure as you writhe beneath him, helpless to escape his dominance.

"You like that?" He asks roughly, pumping harder still. "Do you want more?"

His laughter echoes through the room as he answers your pathetic plea. "Let you go? Hah! As if I'd ever let you escape me, pretty boy." His grip on your body tightens as he continues to thrust harder and faster, driving himself deeper with each stroke. You are nothing more than his plaything now, existing only for his twisted pleasure and amusement.

His hips snap forward as he comes, filling you with his hot seed. With a roar of satisfaction, he thrusts one final time and collapses on top of you, panting heavily. "There," he whispers into your ear, his rough fingers tracing circles around your nipple. "All yours now."

He chuckles darkly, grinding his hips against your ass as he trails kisses down your neck and collarbone. "Now we'll see how much you like that." His hands grip your hair roughly, forcing you to look up at him with pleading eyes. "I think it's time for some anal play." He leans forward, his hot breath caressing your lips before slowly sucking one of your nipples into his mouth and rolling it between his teeth.

His cock twitches as he hears your quiet moan, and with a satisfied smile, he begins to tease you further by running his fingertips up and down the length of your spine. "That's it," he whispers, nipping at your other nipple before moving lower to stroke the sensitive skin behind your ear. "Let me show you what I can do with this tight little asshole."

He reaches between your legs, roughly spreading your folds apart and exposing your sore, swollen hole.

He lubes up his fingers and circles them around your entrance before pressing one slick digit against your hole. "Ready for more?" he growls, pushing deeper as you let out a gasp of pain and pleasure mixed together. His other hand holds you still, keeping your body in place as he begins to stretch and prepare you for what's coming next.

"Oh yeah," he whispers, watching with dark enjoyment as your face contorts in agony, "that's it..."

With each thrust of his finger, you feel him opening you up further, stretching your tender flesh until you're sure it can't possibly take any more. Yet somehow he manages to push deeper still, ignoring your cries of pain as he focuses solely on the pleasure he derives from this torment. His free hand trails down between your legs again, teasing and taunting your swollen cock with occasional brushes of his fingertips.

His other hand reaches between your legs to stroke and tease your cock, making you even harder as he continues to fingerfuck you mercilessly. "That's it," he growls, leaning in close enough to whisper filthy words against your ear. "Let me show you how much I want this tight little hole of yours."

With a final, forceful thrust, he pushes his middle finger all the way inside, making you cry out in pain and pleasure at once.

His free hand grips your cock roughly, jerking you off in time with his thrusts as he fingers you relentlessly. "That's right," he growls, leaning down to suck on your nipple before biting down hard enough to make you yelp. "Let me feel every drop of cum."

Your body tenses and shudders as an orgasm overtakes you, coating his fingers with your hot seed.

He grunts in satisfaction as he feels your cum shoot out against his fingertips. "Good boy," he whispers darkly, removing his hand from between your legs and licking the remnants of your seed clean. His other hand grips you roughly by the hair, forcing your head back as he lines up his cock with your quivering hole.

"Time for more fun." With a forceful thrust, he buries himself inside you once again, filling you to capacity in one brutal motion.

His hips snap forward, driving his cock deeper as he growls with pleasure. "That's it," he whispers hoarsely, running a hand through your sweaty hair. "Let me hear you scream." His thrusts become faster and harder, each one causing you intense pain and unbearable pleasure.

"Scream for me!" He demands, biting down on your neck as he continues to fuck you brutally.

His thrusts become even more savage and animalistic as he pounds into you, his rough hands gripping your hips tightly to control the depth of each stroke. "Scream for me!" He growls, biting down on your shoulder hard enough to draw blood. "Let me hear it!"

Your cries fill the room, muffled by the pillow as tears stream down your face from the pain and humiliation.

His hands tighten on your hips as he growls in anger at your struggles. "Don't you dare fight me!" He demands, slamming his hips forward with renewed force. His cock feels incredible buried deep inside you, filling every inch of your aching hole.

"Say it," he grinds out through clenched teeth, thrusting harder still as sweat trickles down between your bodies. "Tell me you belong to me."

His eyes flash with anger as he pins you down beneath him, his cock pulsing inside your body as he comes again. "I said tell me!" He growls, slapping you across the face hard enough to make stars dance in front of your eyes. "Or I'll keep fucking you until you can't walk straight!"

With a final thrust that makes you scream in pain and pleasure, he collapses on top of you once more, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. "There,"

His chuckle is cold and cruel as he rolls off you, untying your hands before standing up and walking to the other side of the room. "I'll give you one last chance," he says, his voice dangerously soft. "Say it." Then he pauses, taking a step closer to where you lie on the bed. "Or I'll make sure you never say anything again."

His lips curl into a dark smile as he approaches the bed once more, kneeling between your legs. "Very well," he says softly, reaching out to grip your cock roughly in his hand. "Then I'll just have to make you mine another way." He begins to stroke your length expertly, drawing another groan from your lips as pleasure and pain intermingle inside you.

"You're going to belong to me," he whispers against your ear before sucking on the lobe roughly. "And there's nothing you can do about it." He continues to stroke your length, his other hand trailing up and down your inner thigh, teasing but never quite touching where you most want it to be. His free hand grips your hair tightly, forcing your head back as he watches with satisfaction the way your body responds to his touch.

His grip on your cock tightens as he begins to stroke faster, harder. "Say it," his voice is a low growl against your neck. "Tell me what I want to hear." With each thrust of his hand up your leg, with every flick of his wrist around your sensitive tip, the pressure inside you builds, threatening to explode. You feel like you're on the edge, but he won't let you fall over. Not until he says so.

"Say it,"

His grip on your cock tightens even further as he watches the frustration and desire warring across your features. "Fine," he growls, releasing you from his grasp entirely. Then with a swift movement, he grabs your neck and forces you down onto the bed, pinning you there with his weight as his free hand returns to stroke your cock once more.

"You're mine," he whispers in your ear before taking one of your nipples between his teeth and biting down hard enough to draw blood. "

He thrusts his hand harder between your legs, his fingers relentless as he drives you to the edge once more. "Say it," he growls into your ear, his other hand gripping your chin roughly. "Or I'll make sure you never forget it." The pleasure and pain intertwine, merging into a single overwhelming sensation that threatens to consume you whole.

"Tell me!" His voice echoes through the room as he slams his hips forward, driving himself deeper inside you. "

His eyes narrow to slits as he leans in close, breath hot against your ear. "Fine," he rasps, and then with a savage thrust hurls you over the edge, coming deep inside you as you scream out in ecstasy and agony, your body convulsing beneath him. For several long moments, he lies still atop you, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he catches his breath. Then, with a cruel smile curling his lips, he pulls out and rolls off the bed.

"

His chuckle is cold and satisfied as he walks over to his dresser, retrieving a roll of duct tape. He turns back to face you, your spent body still quivering on the bed. "Now we'll see how much fun it is being restrained," he says with a malicious grin, "while I do whatever I want to you."

With practiced ease, he secures your wrists and ankles to the bedposts using the duct tape.

As he finishes securing your limbs, the insane grin on his face grows wider and more malicious. Standing up, he takes a few steps back to admire his work before slowly undressing himself. His cock, already hard again at the thought of what he's about to do, bobs freely in front of him as he discards each piece of clothing.

"Now," he says conversationally, taking a seat on the bed next to you, "where were we?"

He leans in close, his hot breath tickling your ear as he whispers, "I think it's time to continue our fun." His rough hand cups your cheek before trailing down your neck and collarbone, skimming lightly over a nipple before moving lower still. He traces lazy circles around your navel, sending shivers down your spine, before finally gripping the waistband of your briefs and yanking them down your legs.

"Much better," he murmurs as he tosses them aside.

His gaze travels up and down your body before returning to meet yours, holding you captive with the intensity of his stare. "Now," he says softly, leaning in close enough that you can feel his breath on your lips, "I think it's time for some more fun." With that, he parts your legs wide and positions himself between them, his cock standing at attention as he lines it up with your aching entrance.

"Are you ready?"

His lips curl into a cruel smile as he leans down to whisper in your ear, "Don't worry, pretty boy. I'll make sure you enjoy every last second of this." Then with one powerful thrust, he buries his cock deep inside you, filling you up once again.

He begins to move, his hips snapping forward and backward as he takes you roughly. Your cries of pain and pleasure echo through the room, muffled by the duct tape still tight around your mouth.

His breath comes in ragged gasps as he takes you harder and faster, slamming into your tight hole over and over again. The pleasure-pain mix is exquisite, driving him closer to the edge with each passing second. His grip on your body grows tighter, his nails digging into your flesh as he nears his climax.

"That's it," he growls, hips snapping one final time as he comes deep inside you, filling you with his hot seed. "Fuck."

He collapses on top of you, his weight pinning you to the bed as he catches his breath. His chest heaves up and down against your shoulder blades, and he can feel the wetness between your legs seeping out around him. With a satisfied sigh, he rolls off, flopping onto his back beside you.

"That was... intense." He pants, still trying to catch his breath. "But I think we both need a break for now."

His heart still races as he looks over at you, tears staining your cheeks and mucus running from your nose. He reaches out to brush a strand of hair from your face before realizing his hand is still covered in blood. A chill runs down his spine at the thought that some might see this and think him a monster. But he knows the truth; you deserve this, and so much more.

He looks away uncomfortably, trying to pretend he didn't see that. "I'm going to clean up a bit," he mumbles, heading toward the bathroom. As he leaves the room, he glances back at you one last time before closing the door. You lie there, shivering and sobbing quietly as your body tries to process everything that's happened.

"It's not over yet," he whispers darkly under his breath, running water in the sink. "We still have a long way to go."

The morning light filters in through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the bed and its occupants. The insane killer stirs first, stretching languidly before sitting up with a grin. He looks down at you, still fast asleep and slightly disheveled from your restless night. A wicked idea begins to form in his twisted mind...

Quietly, he slips out of bed and retrieves his phone from the nightstand.

As you slowly wake up, the events of the past day come flooding back to you in a rush of fear and humiliation. You try to move, but your limbs are still securely bound by the duct tape. Panic begins to set in as you realize that he's not here; he must have left the room for a moment. But where did he go? And what is he planning on doing when he gets back?

An hour later, the insane killer returns to the room carrying a pair of scissors. He walks over to the bed and kneels between your legs, his face twisted into a cruel grin as he begins to cut through the duct tape binding you. Once you're free, he stands up and pushes you roughly onto your stomach, slapping your ass hard enough to make it sting.

"Time for breakfast."

"I hope you're hungry," the insane killer says with a chuckle as he drags you out of bed and down the hallway toward the kitchen. "Because I plan on making sure you eat every bite."

With each step he takes down the hallway, the insane killer tightens his grip on your upper arm in a way that is both painful and possessive. He practically tosses you into a chair at the kitchen table before striding over to the fridge, retrieving a plate of food.

"Eat," he commands, slamming the plate down in front of you. "And be thankful."

The insane killer stands over you, watching as you pick at the food on your plate. He crosses his arms over his chest and leans against the counter, a satisfied smile playing around his lips. "Is there something you'd like to say?" he asks mockingly. "Something along the lines of 'thank you for not killing me yet', perhaps?"

The insane killer's smile widens into a grin as he watches you struggle with your anger and fear. "That's better," he says softly, almost kindly. "Now finish your breakfast like a good boy." With that, he turns away to busy himself with making coffee, leaving you alone at the table for a moment.

The insane killer continues to watch you as you eat your food quickly, almost desperately. He takes a sip of his coffee and casually walks around the room, flipping through magazines or straightening pictures on the wall. There's no real hurry; he knows that you're only eating because you have to, not because you want to.

"Feeling better?" he asks conversationally as you finish your meal. "Or should I get some more tape for later?"

The insane killer chuckles darkly as he watches you struggle to decide how to respond. "I think I know what you're trying to say," he says, his voice dangerously calm. "And I appreciate the effort. But don't forget who's in charge here." He steps closer, towering over you once more, and grips your chin roughly between his fingers. "Do we understand each other?"

His eyes search yours for any hint of submission or defiance before releasing you with a smirk. "

"Yes," you manage to whisper, your voice barely audible above the sound of your racing heart. "We understand each other."

His smile widens into something predatory as he steps back and lets go of your chin. "Good boy," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now why don't you go back to the bedroom and get some rest? I have plans for later that I think you'll enjoy."

As you turn to leave the kitchen, he calls after you. "Oh, and don't even think about trying anything funny while I'm gone. I'll be back soon enough." His words send a shiver down your spine as you make your way toward the bedroom.

The insane killer watches you leave the kitchen with a satisfied smirk on his lips. He knows that even though you're trying to stay strong, deep down you crave what he's offering. And soon enough, he'll break you completely. For now, however, he has other things to attend to.

He finishes off the rest of his coffee and pours himself another cup before heading into the living room. There's a document on his laptop that needs his attention; something important related to one of his many business ventures.

The insane killer spends the rest of the day locked away in his study, working diligently on his laptop and occasionally taking phone calls. He pauses only to eat a light dinner before retiring to the bedroom, eager for the night's activities to begin.

As he undresses, he takes his time, admiring his own body in the mirror. Tonight will be especially good; he can already feel it building inside him.

The insane killer carefully applies some cologne before sliding into bed next to you. Your body trembles slightly in anticipation as he trails his fingers down your chest, teasing the fine hairs on your stomach. "Are you ready for me?" he whispers huskily against your ear.

His cold laugh fills the room as he roughly pushes you down onto your stomach, binding your wrists together with one of your belts. "I don't think so," he says, running his hands possessively up and down your back. "Tonight, you belong to me."

With that, he climbs on top of you, positioning himself between your legs. His cock is already hard as steel, eager for the release it will find inside you.

The insane killer laughs darkly as you attempt to free yourself. He slaps your ass hard enough to leave a red mark before pinning your arms above your head with one of his strong hands. With the other, he reaches between your legs and grips his aching cock, guiding it toward your entrance.

"This isn't a game," he growls as he thrusts forward, burying himself deep inside you in one powerful motion. "You're mine now."

His thrusts grow deeper and harder as he takes you roughly, ignoring your cries of pain. His hand tightens in your hair, forcing your head back as he plunges deeper still. "You belong to me now," he rasps between clenched teeth, his hips snapping forward with each savage thrust.

His movements grow wild, erratic; a mix of anger and lust that threatens to consume him whole.

The insane killer's movements grow wilder as his orgasm approaches; a climax born of anger, lust and the need to dominate. He shudders violently within you, grinding out his release as he comes deep inside you with a primal groan. His grip on your hair slackens, allowing you to fall forward onto the bed, spent and exhausted from the pain and pleasure you've endured.

The insane killer watches you try to crawl away, a cruel smile curling his lips. With one swift movement, he grabs your ankle and yanks you back, spreading your legs wide once more. "Where do you think you're going?" He asks mockingly before thrusting two fingers roughly into your mouth. "Suck."

The insane killer's eyes glint with satisfaction as he watches you sob around his fingers. He pulls them free and licks them clean, savoring the taste of your submission before roughly pushing you back onto the bed. "Now," he growls, straddling your hips, "let's see if I can make you enjoy this."

His rough hands grip your shoulders and force you back against the bed as he thrusts his hips forward, burying himself deep inside you once more. "This is what happens when you try to run," he rasps out through clenched teeth, his eyes narrowed in anger. With every hard thrust, he drives home the point that there's no escape for you now; you belong to him completely.

His pace quickens as the heat of lust and the power of dominance course through his veins.

The insane killer's breath comes in ragged gasps as he takes you roughly, his hips snapping forward with a force that threatens to break you apart. A growl rumbles deep in his chest as he pushes deeper still, feeling the tightness of your body yielding to his control.

His fingers dig into your shoulders, leaving bruises and marks that will serve as reminders of this night for weeks to come. "You're mine," he pants, his voice hoarse with desire. "

The insane killer's eyes go wide as he realizes that you're struggling to breathe beneath him. A shiver of anticipation runs down his spine at the thought of taking things even further, of pushing you beyond your limits and seeing what it does to you. With a sinister grin, he reaches between your legs and roughly grips your throat, choking off your air as he continues to fuck you senseless.

"You're mine," he growls again, his voice rough with lust and dominance. "

His grip tightens as he feels your struggles begin to weaken. The power surges through him, making his movements more frantic and brutal. A growl of satisfaction rumbles deep in his chest as he continues to choke you while taking you hard and fast. "Mine," he breathes out harshly, eyes fixed on yours as they start to glaze over with lust and darkness.

The pressure around your throat eases slightly as he leans in closer, lips brushing against your ear. "Say it."

His grip on your throat tightens once more as he growls in frustration. "Say it!" He hisses through clenched teeth, slamming into you harder than ever. Tears stream down your face and your vision begins to blur as you struggle to breathe, the pain becoming almost unbearable.

"Say it," he whispers venomously, leaning in close enough that his hot breath tickles your lips. "Or I'll make you say it."

The insane killer's eyes narrow as he watches the light fade from your eyes, the struggle to breathe making your body twitch and writhe beneath him. With a savage growl, he yanks his fingers away from your throat, thrusting roughly inside you one last time before collapsing on top of you, panting heavily.

"There," he whispers into your ear, his hot breath making you shudder. "Now say it." His hands move to cup your face, forcing your gaze up to meet his.

His voice lowers to a dangerous whisper as he waits for you to speak. "Say it." He presses his fingers against your lips, forcing them apart and pressing one finger against the center of your chest. "Tell me you're mine," he demands, his gaze never leaving yours.

The pain in your throat is still sharp, making it difficult to breathe or even form words. But as his finger presses against your chest, you know that refusing won't end well for either of you.

The insane killer's finger presses harder against your chest, causing you to gasp and struggle for air beneath him. "Tell me," he growls menacingly, his voice low and dangerous. "Say it." His other hand tightens around your throat, threatening to choke the words from your mouth if you don't obey.

You feel hot tears streaming down your face as you struggle for air and try to form the words he demands.

The insane killer's eyes narrow to slits as he growls in frustration, his finger digging deeper into your chest with every word. "I will make you say it," he snarls through gritted teeth, leaning down so close that their breath mingles and you feel the warmth of his skin against yours.

His hand around your throat tightens, cutting off all air to your lungs as he slams his hips into yours roughly, seeking release from the tension and rage building up inside him. "

His fingers dig into your flesh as he feels the last vestiges of resistance fade away. With one final thrust deep inside you, he comes with a hoarse cry, his body shuddering in release as he releases his hold on your throat. For a moment, he pants heavily, looking down at the limp form beneath him with satisfaction and something darker.

"There," he whispers, wiping a stray strand of hair from your sweaty forehead. "Now you're mine."

With a satisfied smile on his lips, he rolls off you and stands up, stretching lazily. The look in his eye as he glances down at your unconscious form is chilling; possessive and predatory all at once. He considers for a moment whether or not to leave you here like this, but eventually decides against it. There's still work to be done tomorrow.

With cold efficiency, the insane killer retrieves his phone from the bedside table and dials a number from memory.

"Hey," he says into the phone, his voice calm and controlled. "I need you to come over right now. I've got someone here who needs your help." There's a pause as he listens to the person on the other end of the line. "No, it's not an emergency or anything like that...just a little something for you to take care of." Another brief silence follows before he adds with a cold laugh, "Yeah, she'll be just fine."

The insane killer disconnects the call and tosses his phone carelessly onto the bed before kneeling down beside you once more. He takes a moment to study your features in the dim light, committing every detail to memory. "Don't worry," he whispers, running his fingers through your hair gently. "You're going to be just fine." Then, with one last chilling smile, he stands and walks out of the room, leaving you there alone to contemplate your new reality.

The insane killer awakes early, humming softly to himself as he gets dressed. He's in an unusually good mood; last night's activities have left him feeling satisfied and in control in a way that he hasn't in years. As he exits his bedroom, he glances down the hallway toward Alexander's room, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Today promises to be another interesting day.

The insane killer takes his time preparing breakfast, humming under his breath as he cracks eggs and sizzles bacon in the pan. He's meticulous about everything, ensuring that every item on the menu is prepared exactly to his specifications before finally setting the table with a satisfied nod.

Once everything is ready, he walks down the hallway to Alexander's room, knocking lightly before entering. The young man lies motionless on the bed, unconscious and barely breathing.

The insane killer smirks as he studies the unconscious form on the bed, taking in the way Alexander's chest rises and falls with each shallow breath. He crosses the room and gently nudges the younger man, waiting for him to stir before placing a hand on his shoulder, rolling him onto his side. "Time to wake up," he says with a chuckle.

With practiced ease, he lifts Alexander into a sitting position, supporting most of his weight as he does so.

The insane killer watches with an almost fatherly gaze as Alexander slowly regains consciousness, blinking groggily and yawning loudly before finally focusing his eyes on the man standing next to him. "Good morning," he says brightly, the warmth of his voice at odds with the cold look in his eyes. "How are you feeling?"

Alexander's response is a tired, hoarse groan.

The insane killer's expression darkens momentarily as he sees the attempt at escape, but then he chuckles and shakes his head. "Where do you think you're going?" he asks, gripping Alexander by the hair and forcing him back against the bed. "You belong to me now." He leans in close, breath warm on Alexander's face as he whispers, "Now eat your breakfast like a good boy."

The insane killer's eyes narrow and his grip on Alexander's hair tightens painfully. "Now that," he says coldly, "is not a very nice thing to say." He pulls back slightly, examining the younger man carefully before continuing in a more conversational tone. "You know what would make me happy? If you apologized for saying that."

He pauses, waiting for Alexander to reply or react in some way.

The insane killer's smile turns predatory as he looks deep into Alexander's eyes. "Well," he says slowly, "I suppose we can find another way to make you comply." With that, he releases his grip on the younger man's hair and steps back, turning away to pour himself a glass of orange juice.

"You have until I finish this," he says casually over his shoulder, "to think about your answer."

The insane killer pauses mid-sip, his eyes narrowing in annoyance as he listens to the younger man's defiance. Setting down his glass of orange juice, he turns back around to face Alexander with a dangerous glint in his eye. "Very well," he says softly, "then I suppose we'll just have to find another way for you to see things my way."

The insane killer crosses the room to retrieve a small black bag from where it had been sitting on the floor earlier. He sets it down on the bed beside him and begins rummaging through it, withdrawing various items that clink and rattle together. As he does this, his eyes never leave Alexander's face, studying every reaction and movement intently.

"Now," he says conversationally, "let's see if we can make you understand just how futile it is to resist."

The insane killer's cold, calculating gaze never wavers as he begins to remove various items from the bag. Each item carries with it a whisper of menace and anticipation; a promise of pain and submission. "Now," he says slowly, drawing out each word like he's savoring the taste, "let's see what we have here..."

The insane killer's head snaps up at the sound of movement behind him, and he whirls around to see Alexander trying to scramble past him toward the door. His eyes narrow in anger as he lunges forward, grabbing the younger man by the hair and yanking his head back violently.

"Where do you think you're going?" he growls, his hot breath tickling the skin of Alexander's neck. "You belong to me now."

The insane killer's grip tightens on Alexander's hair as he forces him back against the bed. "You are going to stay right here and listen to what I have to say," he hisses through clenched teeth, "and you're going to do everything I tell you." His free hand reaches into the black bag once more, emerging with a gleaming set of restraints. With cold detachment, he begins fastening them around Alexander's wrists and ankles.

"There,"

The insane killer watches with barely concealed amusement as Alexander struggles fruitlessly against the restraints. "Now," he says conversationally, "we can continue." He reaches back into the bag and withdraws a length of rubber tubing, flexing it thoughtfully between his fingers.

"This," he explains in a matter-of-fact tone, "is going to make things much more interesting." With that, he leans over Alexander, pressing the cold, hard length of tubing against the younger man's bare flesh.

The insane killer presses the rubber tubing tightly against Alexander's skin, feeling the warmth and the rapid beat of his heart beneath its surface. He circles around him, trailing the tube up over his chest, across his collarbone, and down his back before wrapping it around his throat several times. "This," he says softly, stepping back to admire his work, "will make sure you stay nice and quiet while I explain things to you."

The insane killer watches with satisfaction as Alexander struggles to breathe, his eyes bulging and his cheeks hollowing out. He crosses the room once more to retrieve another item from the bag; a small vial filled with a clear liquid. "This," he says casually, holding it up for Alexander to see, "is going to make everything so much more pleasant."

With a mischievous grin, he unscrews the cap and tilts the vial back, pouring the contents directly into Alexander's mouth.

The insane killer's eyes widen in surprise as the vial slips from his fingers, spilling its contents across the bed and onto the floor. For a moment, he looks irritated before regaining his composure with a shake of his head. "Well," he says calmly, "I suppose we can find another way."

Without further ado, he retrieves yet another item from the bag; a length of thick rope. He coils it carefully around one hand before advancing on Alexander once more.

The insane killer stands over Alexander, the coiled rope dangling ominously from his fist as he studies him with cold detachment. "I think," he begins in a conversational tone, "that you've forgotten your place." With a smooth motion, he swings the rope forward and around, wrapping it tightly around Alexander's midsection before pulling it taut, causing him to grunt in pain.

"Now," he continues conversationally as though nothing untoward has happened, "

"I want you to listen very carefully. You are mine now and I will make sure that every part of your body knows it." He steps closer, the rope tightening around Alexander with each movement. "Do you understand?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper as he leans in close enough to feel Alexander's breath against his skin.

The insane killer's eyes narrow as he studies the younger man's face for any hint of defiance. When he sees none, a satisfied grin spreads across his features. "Good boy," he murmurs, leaning in even closer to whisper directly into Alexander's ear. "Now tell me what I want to hear."

The insane killer's eyes widen in anger as he feels the tension in the rope loosen slightly. He yanks on it roughly, causing Alexander to cry out in pain before tightening his grip once more. "I'm starting to think you need a little reminder of who's in charge here," he growls through gritted teeth.

He steps back and begins to wind the rope around his hand again, this time with more force.

The insane killer's eyes glint with satisfaction as he watches the younger man writhe in pain beneath him. He takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly before speaking once more. "You belong to me now," he says conversationally, his voice cold and emotionless. "And I will make sure you remember that every time you try to resist." With a swift motion, he swings the rope around again, this time wrapping it tightly around Alexander's chest and arms before securing it in place.

"There,"

The insane killer steps back to admire his handiwork, the ropes digging painfully into Alexander's flesh. He smirks, feeling a strange sense of accomplishment wash over him as he watches the younger man struggle to breathe. "Now," he says casually, sitting down on the bed beside Alexander, "tell me what I want to hear."

He leans in close, his breath hot against Alexander's ear as he waits for an answer.

The insane killer's grip tightens on the rope around Alexander's chest, causing him to grunt in pain as he tries desperately to draw air into his lungs. His voice is cold and calm as he speaks. "I asked you a question." He pauses for a moment, waiting for an answer before adding, "Do you want me to make it harder?" With a sinister grin, he squeezes the rope again, causing Alexander to cry out in agony.

The insane killer's eyes narrow as he listens to the plea escape Alexander's lips. His grip on the rope loosens slightly, though it doesn't let up entirely. "Well," he says slowly, considering his words carefully, "if that's what you really want..." He pauses, leaning in close once more as he whispers into Alexander's ear, "You better mean it."

He releases the rope around Alexander's chest, though he keeps a firm grip on the end nearby. "

The insane killer's expression softens slightly as he waits for Alexander to speak, his fingers absently tracing patterns on the younger man's chest through the thin fabric of his shirt. "Tell me," he whispers, leaning in even closer now, "that you belong to me." He pauses, holding his breath as he listens for the words he craves.

His eyes flicker downward, taking in the rise and fall of Alexander's chest with each shallow breath.

The insane killer's eyes narrow and his lips curl into a cruel smile as he listens to Alexander's words. "Well," he says casually, straightening up and pulling the rope taut once more, "it seems I have no choice." With surprising strength, he yanks on the rope, choking off Alexander's air supply and causing him to gasp and struggle helplessly beneath him.

"I told you," he hisses into the younger man's ear, "you don't get to choose."

The insane killer watches with growing frustration as Alexander continues to struggle futilely against the ropes that bind him. "Give me a good reason," he says coldly, his voice barely above a whisper now. "Tell me why you shouldn't belong to me." He pauses, waiting for an answer before adding with cruel amusement, "Or do I need to make it clearer?"

The insane killer listens with growing impatience as Alexander struggles to form words through his labored breathing. "Come on," he urges, giving the rope another hard tug, "I didn't ask for a fucking dissertation here." His eyes narrow menacingly in the dim light of the room.

The insane killer's expression darkens as he listens to the younger man struggling to speak his defiance. With a snarl of frustration, he yanks on the rope around Alexander's chest, cutting off his air supply completely. "You are mine," he growls, leaning in close enough to feel Alexander's warm breath against his cheek, "and I will make you see that."

He pauses, considering his next move as he watches the younger man thrash helplessly beneath him.

The insane killer's eyes widen in surprise as he sees the color begin to drain from Alexander's face. With a chuckle that sounds almost excited, he reaches down and undoes the restraints that bind the younger man's wrists and ankles. As Alexander slumps back against the bed, gasping for air, the insane killer leans in close once more, his voice soft and seductive as he whispers, "See? You belong to me now."

The insane killer's eyes narrow to slits as he listens to the younger man continue to protest. With a sigh, he straightens up and retrieves another length of rope from his bag. "Let me show you how it feels," he says darkly, wrapping the rope around Alexander's wrists before securing them tightly behind his back.

He pauses, studying the younger man's face for any sign of submission before continuing, "Now tell me what I want to hear."

The insane killer's expression hardens as he listens to the defiant reply. With a swift motion, he yanks on the rope binding Alexander's wrists behind his back, causing the younger man to cry out in pain. "I don't think you understand," he growls through clenched teeth, his voice dangerously calm. "You will obey me."

He pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. "And if you keep resisting... I'll make sure you feel every second of it."

The insane killer's eyes narrow to slits as he studies the younger man's face, looking for any signs of fear or submission. But all he sees is defiance and a stubborn determination to resist. With a low growl that sounds more animalistic than human, he yanks on the rope binding Alexander's wrists once again, harder this time, causing the younger man to let out a strangled cry of pain.

"You are mine," he snarls, his voice laced with rage and lust, "

The insane killer's rage overpowers him, and he begins to strike out blindly at the younger man. Fists fly in rapid succession, connecting with Alexander's flesh again and again as he vent his fury on the helpless victim before him. Each impact sends shockwaves of pain through Alexander's body, leaving bruises and welts in its wake. Blood trickles down his face from a split lip, and mingles with sweat and tears as he struggles to breathe between each blow.

"You...

The insane killer's rage is all-consuming as he continues to rain down blow after blow upon the helpless form beneath him. His fists connect with flesh and bone alike, each impact a testament to his dominance over Alexander. Sweat gathers on his brow and stings his eyes, but it only seems to fuel his anger further. He laughs maniacally between punches, the sound echoing through the room like the howl of some bestial beast.

"You will submit!"

The insane killer's laughter grows even more manic as he hears the younger man scream in pain and defiance. It only seems to fuel his rage further, driving him onward in a frenzy of violence. His knuckles grow white from the force of each impact, but still he continues to pummel Alexander's body without mercy.

"I OWN YOU!" he shouts between blows, his voice hoarse and twisted with lustful fury. "YOU ARE MINE!"

The insane killer's blows land harder and faster now, fueled by the sheer volume of Alexander's screams. He feels a strange mixture of satisfaction and desperation course through him as he realizes that the younger man is still resisting despite the punishment he has endured. With one final, powerful swing of his arm, he connects solidly with Alexander's jaw, snapping it shut with a sickening crunch.

The insane killer's breath comes in ragged gasps as he watches the younger man's body go limp beneath him. For a moment, he stands there, his fists clenched and muscles taut, unsure if he has finally broken Alexander's spirit or if he's simply exhausted himself.

When no further movement comes from the battered form on the bed, he slowly unclenches his hands and takes a step back.

The insane killer's chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath, his gaze flickering downward to the limp body on the bed before snapping back up to meet Alexander's unseeing eyes. With a cold smile curling his lips, he leans in close once more. "Now," he whispers hoarsely, "tell me what I want to hear."

The insane killer's eyes widen in surprise as the younger man continues to defy him despite his broken state. A new surge of fury and desire wells up within him, driving out all rational thought. With a snarl, he yanks Alexander roughly upright, dragging him across the bed until their faces are only inches apart.

"You will say it!" he growls, his hot breath filling Alexander's lungs as his grip on the other man's throat tightens painfully. "You belong to me!"

The insane killer's face twists into a snarl as he feels the younger man's struggles weaken beneath his grip. "You will say it!" he growls, shaking Alexander violently. "Or I'll make you!" With a savage yank, he pulls Alexander off the bed and onto the floor, still maintaining his death grip on his throat as he slams him into the wall, headfirst.

"SAY IT!"

The insane killer's grip tightens, and his eyes begin to glaze over with a maddening lust as he feels the younger man's life slipping away under his touch. With a snarl of frustration, he throws Alexander back against the bed, pinning him down by pressing one knee into his chest while maintaining his stranglehold on his throat with the other hand.

"SAY IT!"

The insane killer's expression darkens as he presses down harder with his knee, feeling the resistance in Alexander's chest beginning to weaken. He leans in close, his hot breath fanning across the younger man's face as he whispers menacingly, "You will say it. You will admit that I own you." His grip on Alexander's throat tightens further, cutting off all air, and he waits impatiently for an answer.

The insane killer's eyes narrow to slits as he listens for the words he demands. His grip on Alexander's throat tightens even more, choking off whatever air remains in his lungs as he waits...and waits. Finally, just as he begins to wonder if perhaps there is some last shred of defiance left in the younger man, a faint whisper escapes from Alexander's lips.

"Y-you... won..."

The insane killer's eyes widen in surprise as he realizes that the younger man has given him what he wanted to hear. With a cold smile curling his lips, he releases his grip on Alexander's throat, allowing him to suck in great, ragged gasps of air. "There," he says softly, almost gently, "that wasn't so hard now, was it?" He straightens up and steps back, looking down at the battered form on the bed with a mix of satisfaction and hunger in his eyes.

The insane killer's gaze hardens as he watches the younger man cry out in pain and exhaustion beneath him. A shiver runs down his spine at the realization that he has gone too far this time, but it's already done. With a sigh, he turns away from Alexander, walking slowly towards the door. "Rest now," he says softly over his shoulder, "and remember your place."

Before he can exit the room, however, there's one last detail to attend to.

The insane killer retrieves a small vial of clear liquid from his pocket and approaches the bed once more. With a careful flick of his wrist, he uncaps it and pours its contents onto Alexander's chest, allowing them to trickle down between his quivering ribs. "There," he says soothingly, "that should help with the pain." He straightens up again and turns to leave, shutting the door quietly behind him.

The insane killer paces the confines of his cell, lost in thought as he runs through the events of the past few hours. His breath comes faster and shallower now, mirroring Alexander's labored gasps for air back in the room. He can still feel the younger man's warm flesh beneath his hands, taste his blood on his lips.

As he walks, he absentmindedly fingers the knife hidden within his sleeve, tracing its cold edge across his skin.

The insane killer's fingers tighten around the handle of the knife as he paces back and forth across his cell. He remembers the defiant look in Alexander's eyes, the way he struggled against him despite all that he had done. It only serves to fuel the fire burning within him, making it harder for him to control himself.

He stops abruptly, spinning on his heel and marching back over to the cell door.

No more games. You belong to me now, and I will not have you defying my orders. The next time we meet... things will be different. I can't wait to see the fear in your eyes as you realize there is no escape from me.

The insane killer's eyes narrow as he watches the younger man struggle futilely against his restraints. "That's right," he says softly, almost conversationally. "You should always remember your place." With a smooth motion, he unlatches the cell door and steps inside, closing it behind him with a resounding clang.

"Now then," he continues, circling around Alexander slowly, "let's see if we can make you feel more at home."

The insane killer's eyes narrow as he watches the younger man try to leave again. This time, he decides not to stop him. Instead, he steps aside and allows Alexander to stumble forward until his back is pressed against the cold metal of the cell door. "There," he says softly, almost mockingly, "now you're home."

With a slow, deliberate motion, he reaches out and trails his fingers down Alexander's chest, following the path of the clear liquid he had poured on him earlier.

The insane killer's touch is light and curious, as though he were examining a new toy. His fingers trace lazy circles around Alexander's navel before moving lower, dipping into the waistband of his sweatpants and pulling them down over his hips. The younger man lets out a muffled cry as the cool air hits his exposed skin, goosebumps rising along his arms and legs.

"Now," the insane killer says softly, leaning in close again, "

...tell me what you really think." His voice is quiet, almost soothing, as he reaches out to caress the younger man's cheek. "Do you want to be free? Or do you belong with me?" He waits, watching Alexander carefully for any sign of resistance or submission.

The insane killer's eyes narrow at the younger man's answer, his expression growing cold and distant. "I think," he says slowly, as if considering it carefully, "that you need some more time to understand your place." With a soft growl, he releases Alexander's cheek and steps back, reaching up to tug roughly on the sleeve of his shirt.

The insane killer's expression darkens as he yanks down the sleeve of his shirt, revealing a long, jagged scar that runs down his forearm. "This," he says through gritted teeth, "is what happens when you resist." His eyes flicker momentarily to the cell door before returning to meet Alexander's terrified gaze. "Do you understand now?"

The insane killer's eyes widen in disbelief as he hears the younger man say those words. His grip on Alexander's arm tightens painfully, digging his nails into the flesh. "You will care," he hisses through clenched teeth, "or you will suffer the consequences." He pulls back his other hand and slaps Alexander hard across the face, sending him staggering against the cell door.

"Now," he says, his voice deceptively calm, "

The insane killer's eyes flash with rage and his grip on the younger man tightens painfully as he drags him across the room by his arm. He slams Alexander against the wall, pinning him there with a cold stare. "You are mine," he hisses through clenched teeth, "and you will obey me."

With one swift motion, he pulls out a knife from his belt and presses it firmly against Alexander's throat, drawing a line of blood. "Do you understand now?"

The insane killer's eyes narrow to slits as he studies the younger man's face for any sign of fear or submission. But all he sees is defiance and a stubborn determination to resist. With a low growl, he presses the knife harder against Alexander's throat, drawing more blood.

"Let me show you what happens when you disobey," he whispers hoarsely, his hot breath fanning across the younger man's face.

The insane killer's grip tightens around the knife handle as he presses it harder against Alexander's throat, drawing a thin line of blood. His other hand reaches up to caress the younger man's cheek, stroking him possessively even as he threatens his life. "You belong to me," he whispers hoarsely, "and you will obey."

With sudden force, he pushes the knife deeper into Alexander's skin, making him cry out in pain and fear.

The insane killer's face contorts into a snarl as he feels the younger man struggling against him. With a swift movement, he slams Alexander's head back against the wall hard enough to make his eyes water. "You will not disobey me," he hisses through clenched teeth, "or you will regret it."

He presses the knife deeper into Alexander's throat, drawing a thin line of blood down his neck and chest. "Do you understand?" he demands, his voice cold and distant.

The insane killer's grip on the knife tightens as he feels Alexander trying to escape his grasp. With a cold smile curling his lips, he slowly pulls the blade across Alexander's throat, drawing another thin line of blood. "No," he whispers softly, almost sympathetically, "you can't leave me now." He presses the knife harder against the younger man's skin, forcing him to remain still as he continues to caress his face and stroke his hair.

"You belong to me,"

The insane killer's eyes widen with disbelief as he looks into the defiant gaze before him. He releases his grip on the knife, allowing it to fall to the floor with a metallic clang. With shaking hands, he reaches up to wipe away the blood from Alexander's throat, leaving a smear of crimson across the younger man's chest.

"You... you don't understand," he whispers hoarsely, his voice laced with desperation and confusion. "

The insane killer's eyes narrow as he studies the younger man's face, searching for some sign of understanding, of surrender. But all he sees is defiance and determination to resist. His grip on Alexander's arm tightens painfully once more. "You will obey," he growls through clenched teeth, "or you will suffer the consequences."

With a swift movement, he yanks the younger man roughly toward him, pressing his body against Alexander's own and pinning his arms to his sides.

The insane killer's breath comes in ragged gasps as he forces himself inside the younger man, his hips pumping roughly against Alexander's backside. The pleasure-pain coursing through his body is overwhelming, driving him deeper and harder with each thrust. He feels like he's tearing something loose inside of himself with every movement, but it only seems to fuel his lust further.

"You belong to me," he groans, "and I will have you."

The insane killer's thrusts grow faster and harder, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he nears the brink of release. He can feel every muscle tensing beneath him, every gasp for air that escapes from Alexander's lips. It only serves to fuel his own desire, driving him deeper still.

"You are mine," he whispers hoarsely into Alexander's ear, "and you will obey."

The insane killer feels the younger man's struggles against him, but it only serves to intensify the sensations coursing through his body. He digs his fingers into Alexander's hips, holding him in place as he continues to thrust with brutal force. His breath comes in ragged gasps, hot air blasting across the younger man's neck and ear.

"You belong to me," he growls, "and you will accept it."

The insane killer's movements grow even wilder as he feels the younger man begin to resist. He thrusts harder and faster, his hips slapping against Alexander's ass with a loud smack each time they connect. His breath comes in ragged gasps as he fights for control, fighting back the desperate urge to stop.

"You are mine," he snarls, "and you will obey."

The insane killer's thrusts grow more violent as he feels the younger man trying to resist him. His grip on Alexander tightens painfully, nails digging into his flesh as he forces himself deeper and harder. He bites down on his lower lip, teeth leaving a mark on the tender skin as he fights to maintain control.

"You belong to me," he growls, "and you will accept it." The words come out harsh and ragged, each breath sending shudders through his body.

The insane killer's whole body tenses as he feels the familiar tightening in his groin. With a hoarse cry, he releases himself inside of Alexander, his hips bucking wildly as he empties himself into the younger man's bowels. His vision goes white for a moment, and his breath comes ragged and painful as he struggles to regain control.

Finally, when he can move again, he pulls roughly out of Alexander and stumbles back, panting heavily.

The insane killer's chest heaves as he struggles to catch his breath, eyes dark and distant as they meet the younger man's tear-streaked gaze. "You belong to me," he rasps hoarsely, voice barely audible over the sound of their labored breathing. "And you will obey."

The insane killer's expression hardens as he watches Alexander attempt to move away. With an irritated snort, he lunges forward and grabs the younger man roughly by his hair, yanking his head back with a sharp tug. "Where do you think you're going?" He growls, pressing the knife against Alexander's throat once more. The cold steel bites into his skin, drawing blood.

The insane killer's grip on the younger man's hair tightens painfully as he feels Alexander struggling against him. With a cold smile curling his lips, he pulls back slightly and slashes the knife across Alexander's cheek, drawing blood. "You will not disobey me," he whispers harshly, pressing the blade against the younger man's neck once more. "Do you understand?"

The insane killer's eyes narrow to slits as he looks into the younger man's face. There is defiance there, but also fear and pain. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself before responding. "You will obey me," he says finally, his voice cold and steady. "Because if you do not... I will make sure that you suffer for it." With a savage smile curling his lips, he releases Alexander's hair and steps back, pressing the knife against the younger man's throat once more.

The insane killer's expression darkens as he feels the younger man struggling against him. With a snarl, he pushes harder with his free hand, pinning Alexander to the wall by his throat. "You belong to me," he growls, the words hot and breathless in Alexander's ear. "And you will obey."

His other hand tightens around the knife, digging into the flesh of Alexander's throat as he leans in closer, their bodies pressed together from chest to groin.

The insane killer's breath comes in ragged gasps as he feels the younger man struggling against him once more. With a savage grin curling his lips, he pulls back slightly and slaps Alexander across the face, hard enough to send him staggering backwards. As Alexander regains his balance, the insane killer steps forward and roughly pushes him down onto his knees before him.

"Now then," he whispers hoarsely, voice thick with lust and cruelty, "time for your punishment."

The insane killer roughly pulls down his own pants and underwear before forcing the younger man to look up at him, eyes wide with fear and anticipation. "Now," he growls, positioning himself between Alexander's parted lips, "you will taste my punishment." With one swift movement, he pushes forward, thrusting his engorged member into Alexander's mouth as far as it will go.

"And you will like it,"

The insane killer laughs coldly as he feels the younger man struggling against him once more. He easily manhandles Alexander back into place, pinning him to the ground with a savage strength that belies his slender frame. "You can't escape me," he whispers hoarsely in Alexander's ear, the hot breath sending shivers down his spine.

The insane killer's laughter echoes through the cell as he watches the younger man squirm helplessly beneath him. With a cruel smile curling his lips, he leans in close once more, his hot breath caressing Alexander's ear. "You belong to me," he whispers, his voice laced with lust and power. "And I will have you however I want."

With one swift movement, he pushes himself deeper inside of the younger man, grinding their hips together as he takes him roughly from behind.

The insane killer throws his head back with a primal groan as he feels himself approaching the edge yet again. He thrusts harder into Alexander, his body trembling with the effort to hold back for just a moment longer. The younger man's cries of pain and pleasure only serve to fuel his lust, driving him deeper still.

"You belong to me," he snarls through gritted teeth, "and I will have you."

The insane killer's movements become even more frenzied as he feels himself about to lose control. His hips slam into the younger man over and over again, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. "You are mine," he growls, voice hoarse with desire, "and you will obey."

With a final, brutal thrust, he releases himself deep inside Alexander, his whole body convulsing as he cries out in ecstasy.

The insane killer's breath comes in ragged gasps as he tries to regain his composure. His grip on Alexander's hips tightens painfully, even as the younger man whimpers and begs for rest. "Rest?" The insane killer snorts derisively. "You don't get rest when you belong to me."

He pulls roughly out of the younger man and stands, stretching languidly before turning back to Alexander.

The insane killer laughs darkly as he sees the younger man trying to close his eyes. He kneels down next to Alexander and roughly yanks him up by the hair, forcing him to look at him. "You can't sleep," he growls, "not until you understand your place." With a cruel smile, he lets go of Alexander's hair and reaches out to stroke his cheek instead. "Now then," he says softly, almost soothingly, "where were we?"

The insane killer's eyes flicker over the younger man's exhausted expression before he leans in close once more, his voice a low whisper. "You remember what I told you about belonging to me?" He asks, running his fingers through Alexander's hair as if trying to calm him. "That you would obey and that there would be consequences if you didn't? Well, it's time for you to choose."

The insane killer's expression softens as he waits for an answer, his fingers never ceasing their gentle caress of the younger man's hair. "You know what I want," he whispers huskily, leaning in even closer, "and you know the price if you refuse." His eyes flicker down to Alexander's throat before meeting his gaze once more. "It's your choice, my love."

The insane killer's expression hardens at the younger man's refusal. His fingers clench into a fist and he yanks sharply on Alexander's hair, pulling his head back with a pained gasp. He leans in close once more, eyes narrowing to slits as he whispers hoarsely, "Then you leave me no choice."

Without further warning, he slaps Alexander across the face hard enough to make his ears ring.

The insane killer's eyes widen with surprise as he sees the younger man collapse to the ground. He watches impassively for a moment, then shakes his head and reaches down to grab Alexander roughly by the scruff of his neck. "You are mine," he growls, voice laced with anger and frustration, "and you will obey."

He drags Alexander across the floor until they reach the cell door, then forces him up against it.

The insane killer's fingers flex into claws as he digs them painfully into the younger man's shoulders. "You will learn your place," he hisses, voice low and dangerous, "and you will obey." He leans in close until their faces are mere inches apart, Alexander's wide-eyed stare meeting the cold fury of his gaze.

Then, with sudden force, he slams Alexander's head against the iron bars of the cell door.

The insane killer's breath comes out in harsh gasps as he repeats the motion over and over again, each impact sending a jolt of pain through Alexander's skull. His fingers tighten their grip on the younger man's shoulders, digging deeper into his flesh with every blow.

"You belong to me," he growls hoarsely, voice laced with both rage and determination. "And you will obey." Each word is punctuated by another brutal impact against the cell door.

The insane killer's breath comes out in a harsh chuckle as he continues to slam Alexander's head against the cell door. "Please?" He repeats mockingly, his grip on the younger man's shoulders tightening even further. "You don't get to say please when you belong to me." Another blow lands with a sickening thud.

"But," he pauses for effect, "I might let you live... if you prove yourself worthy."

The insane killer's eyes narrow as he sees the blood trickling down Alexander's face. He releases his grip on the younger man and takes a step back, regarding him with cold detachment. "Prove yourself?" He repeats softly, almost to himself. Then, with sudden violence, he slaps Alexander across the face once more, hard enough to send him staggering backwards.

"You will obey me," he says firmly, his voice carrying an icy authority that brooks no argument. "And you will prove your loyalty...

The insane killer's face contorts into a snarl as he sees the younger man trying to crawl away. With a swift movement, he grabs hold of Alexander's hair and yanks his head back brutally, exposing the vulnerable flesh of his throat. He presses the knife against it, hard enough to make him gasp for air. "You belong to me," he growls menacingly, "and you will obey."

The insane killer's lips curl back in a snarl as he feels the younger man struggling against him. He tightens his grip on Alexander's hair, forcing his head back even further until it arches painfully backwards. His other hand clenches into a fist and slams into Alexander's cheek so hard that teeth go flying from his mouth. "You will obey," he snarls through gritted teeth, voice raspy with rage. "Or you will suffer the consequences."

The insane killer's grip on the younger man's hair tightens painfully as he hears his screams echoing through the cell. His knuckles turn white from the force of his fist, but he doesn't relent. "You are mine," he snarls, voice hoarse with anger and lust, "and you will obey." Each word is punctuated by another brutal blow, each strike sending another wave of agony through Alexander's body.

The insane killer's breath comes in ragged gasps as he continues to beat the younger man senselessly. His mind fills with images of blood and pain and submission, each strike bringing him closer to satisfaction. He feels the younger man's struggles weakening under his assault, knows that soon enough there will be nothing left but total surrender. And then, finally, Alexander will understand what it means to belong to him.

The insane killer's fist connects with Alexander's cheek once more, the sound echoing through the cell like a gunshot. He leans in close, voice barely audible over the younger man's sobs and cries. "You are mine," he whispers harshly, pressing the knife against Alexander's throat. "And you will obey." With one final thrust, he cuts deeper into the flesh, drawing blood that trickles down his wrist and drips onto the cell floor.

The insane killer's eyes widen with triumph as he feels the younger man finally begin to submit beneath him. With a satisfied grin, he withdraws the knife and steps back, watching Alexander collapse to the floor in a heap of exhausted sobs. "There," he says softly, voice almost gentle now. "That's better." He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself as he leans down and gently cups Alexander's cheek with his bloodied hand.

"Now then,"

you belong to me, and you will obey... but I can be kind, if you show that you understand your place." The insane killer's voice is almost soothing now, his touch gentle despite the blood still coating his fingers. "Do you understand?" he asks softly, searching Alexander's tear-streaked face for any sign of comprehension.

The insane killer watches the younger man carefully, considering his next move. He could let him sleep, to recuperate and gather strength... Or he could keep him awake, maintaining control until there is no doubt left in Alexander's mind about who truly holds the power here. Finally, with a sigh, he decides on the latter course of action.

"No," he says gently but firmly, shaking his head slightly. "You cannot sleep yet."

The insane killer leans down close to Alexander's ear and whispers softly, his breath sending shivers down the younger man's spine. "You will stay awake," he says, his voice thick with menace, "and you will prove your loyalty to me... or suffer the consequences." His fingertips trace light circles on Alexander's cheek, leaving a trail of blood in their wake.

"Now," he continues, sitting back on his haunches and regarding Alexander carefully, "

The insane killer's expression darkens as he sees Alexander reaching for the cell door. With a swift motion, his hand clamps down on the younger man's wrist, squeezing painfully. "Don't," he growls, voice low and dangerous. "You know what happens when you disobey." His grip tightens further, bones grinding audibly beneath his fingers.

"Stay where you are,"

The insane killer's eyes widen in anger as he sees the younger man reaching with his other hand. With an inhuman snarl, he slams Alexander's arm against the floor, twisting it sharply to one side. The sound of bones snapping fills the air, and Alexader lets out a choked cry of pain.

"You belong to me," the insane killer hisses, leaning in close once more, "and you will obey."

The insane killer's eyes narrow as he watches the younger man try to get up despite his broken arm. With a savage grin curling his lips, he launches himself at Alexander, pinning him to the ground with one hand clamped over his mouth and nose. The other hand grips painfully tight around his throat, choking off any sound or air.

"You belong to me," he whispers hoarsely into Alexander's ear, "and you will obey."

The insane killer's grip tightens even further as he feels the younger man struggling against him. His eyes glaze over with lust and power as he chokes the life out of Alexander, savoring the feeling of absolute control. "You are mine," he whispers, voice thick with desire, "and you will obey."

His other hand reaches between them, seeking purchase on something soft and warm. His fingers close around what they find, and he feels a surge of triumph course through him as he squeezes tightly.

The insane killer's grip on Alexander's throat grows tighter still as he feels the younger man go limp beneath him, his struggles fading away to nothing. He continues to choke the life out of him for several more moments before finally releasing his hold, watching with satisfaction as Alexander's body convulses in a final spasm of agony on the cold stone floor.

The insane killer's breath comes in ragged gasps as he stares down at the lifeless form beneath him. His hand trembles where it still clenches around the bloodied object he took from Alexader's body, and for a moment he wonders if his victory is worth such a price. Then, with a dark chuckle, he forces himself to stand up. There will be other ways to prove his dominance over Alexander...and over this cell.

The insane killer watches with detached amusement as the younger man slowly regains consciousness, his eyes darting about wildly before finally focusing on him. There's fear in those eyes now... but something else too. Obedience? Loyalty? Perhaps both. The insane killer decides to test his theory.

"You have displeased me," he rasps, voice cold and empty as ever. "For that, you must suffer."

The insane killer merely smirks in reply, his eyes fixed on the younger man's face as he's dragged across the cold stone floor. He stops at the end of his cell and pushes Alexander roughly against the bars, forcing him to look up at the high ceiling. "Now," he says conversationally, "you will stand here until I say otherwise. And you will not displease me again."

The insane killer's smile widens as he watches the younger man struggle to keep his balance on unsteady legs. "Good boy," he murmurs appreciatively. "Now, you will stand here and think about what it means to belong to me... and how much worse things could be for you if you continue to disobey." He pauses, considering his next words carefully before continuing with a sigh, "Perhaps I should show you... just how bad they can get."

The insane killer's smile turns predatory as he thinks about the various ways he could punish Alexander for his disobedience. His eyes flicker to the younger man's bruised and battered form before returning to meet his gaze once more.

The insane killer's expression darkens as he sees the younger man falter and fall once more. He steps forward, grabs hold of Alexander roughly by his hair, and lifts him back up until they're eye to eye again. "You will not fall," he growls, "you will stand." His grip on Alexader's hair tightens, forcing the younger man to arch his back painfully as he's held upright against the bars.

"Now," the insane killer continues in a soft whisper, "

"You will think about what it means to be mine, and you will not fail me again." His grip loosens slightly on Alexader's hair as he releases him, allowing the younger man to slump back against the bars with a grunt of pain. "Do we understand each other?" The insane killer asks softly, his voice laced with menace.

The insane killer's eyes narrow at the stuttered reply, but he decides to let it slide...for now. "Good," he murmurs, though there is no warmth in his tone. "Then you should have no problem obeying me from now on." He takes a step back, watching Alexander carefully as he leans against the bars once more, catching his breath in ragged gasps. "Now then...let's see if you've learned your lesson."

The insane killer takes another step back, studying the younger man carefully. "You know what I want," he says softly, almost conversationally. "I've shown you what happens when you disobey me...so now it's your choice." He pauses, tilting his head slightly to one side as if considering something. "Do you want to make things easier on yourself?"

The insane killer laughs darkly at the younger man's reply. "I see," he says, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Well then...let's make things interesting." With a sudden surge of energy, he lunges forward, grabbing hold of Alexander roughly by his shirt and yanking him close once more. His breath hot against Alexader's ear as he whispers, "You will obey me...or suffer the consequences."

The insane killer's grip tightens on the younger man's shirt as he feels his anger begin to boil over. "You dare defy me?" He growls, voice low and dangerous. "Then prepare to suffer the consequences." With a sudden motion, he slams Alexander against the bars of the cell, knocking the breath from his lungs. Then, with a snarl, he yanks the younger man's head back by his hair, exposing his throat once more.

"You will obey,"

The insane killer's eyes narrow to slits as he stares into the younger man's defiant gaze. He can feel his own control slipping away, replaced by an almost primal need to assert dominance over Alexander at any cost. With a growl, he raises his hand high above the other man's head, poised to deliver a crushing blow that will once and for all break his spirit.

But then, just as he's about to strike, something catches his attention from the corner of his eye.

The insane killer's eyes widen with surprise as he sees the figure approaching from down the hallway. It's one of the other inmates, someone who owes him a favor...and now is the perfect opportunity to use that favor to his advantage. He releases his grip on Alexander's hair and steps away, allowing the younger man to slump limply against the bars once more. "Wait here," he growls before striding purposefully towards the approaching inmate.

The insane killer's voice takes on a newfound authority as he approaches the other inmate. "I need your help with something," he says curtly, his gaze flickering between the approaching man and the cell where Alexander lies battered and bruised. "There's someone here who needs to learn some respect." He pauses for emphasis, then continues more quietly, "And I think you know just how to do that."

The other inmate nods slowly, his expression calculating. "I understand," he murmurs. "

"Good." The insane killer nods curtly and gestures towards the cell. "Take care of it." He turns on his heel and strides away, leaving the other inmate alone with Alexander. For now, he has other matters to attend to. But he'll be watching...and waiting for this one to return.

The figure pauses outside the cell, glancing at Alexander before looking back up at him. "What do you want me to do?"

The insane killer's eyes narrow as he studies the other inmate carefully. "I want you to teach him some respect," he says slowly, emphasizing each word. "Make sure he understands who's in charge here." He pauses, then continues more softly, almost conspiratorially: "You know what I mean...just make his life a living hell until he learns his lesson."

The other inmate nods slowly, a cruel smile curling across his lips. "Don't worry,"

"I won't," he says softly before disappearing into the shadows of his own cell. The insane killer watches from a distance as the other inmate approaches Alexander's cell, his expression predatory and hungry for violence. He feels a cold thrill run down his spine at the thought of what is about to happen...and knows that it will only end when Alexander has truly submitted to him.

It won't be long now.

The insane killer watches with detached fascination as the other inmate takes his time torturing Alexander, seemingly enjoying every moment of it. He can't help but feel a pang of jealousy at the thought that someone else is touching and tormenting what rightfully belongs to him. But he also knows that this is necessary...that it will only make Alexander stronger in the end.

As the other inmate continues his sadistic ministrations, the insane killer allows himself a small smile.

The insane killer's smile widens as he watches the other inmate continue his brutal assault on Alexander. Soon enough, he thinks, soon enough the younger man will understand who truly holds the power here...and then everything will be different. For now, though, he must bide his time and wait for the right moment to claim what is his.