Ren's head throbbed as consciousness clawed its way back. His vision swam, blurry and dim, the air thick with the musty scent of damp concrete. His wrists burned, bound tightly to the arms of a wooden chair.
Panic surged as he tried to piece together how he'd ended up here. The last thing he remembered was the sharp crack against his skull as he fumbled with his house keys, the world fading to black. Now, he was… where? He squinted, catching the faint glow of streetlights filtering through a small basement window. His own basement.
His heart sank. This was his own house. But why was he tied up? His mind raced, replaying the past weeks.
Was he getting burgled or was it something else, but something else came to his mind that bothered him so much. Something that he had been noticing for a while and remianed inside his mind as a red flag.
Kirasaki Yuno, his girlfriend of five years, had unraveled into someone unrecognizable. Her jealousy had spiraled into obsession—stalking him, sending death threats to every woman at his workplace who so much as spoke to him.
He'd tried to reason with her, to salvage the love they'd built, but her paranoia was a wildfire, consuming everything. Breaking up with her had been his only choice, though it tore at him. And now… this...right after his break up.
Ren tugged at the ropes, his wrists raw, but they wouldn't budge. He tried to shout, only to realize something soft and fabric-like was stuffed in his mouth.
It wasn't a gag—not tape or cloth, but something… else. His stomach churned. A car passed outside, its headlights briefly illuminating the room, and in that fleeting glow, Ren saw it: a pair of women's panties rather wet blocking his mouth. His eyes widened in horror, a sickening realization creeping in. He thrashed harder, the chair creaking beneath him.
"What is this? What is this?" He kept shouting inside his head, until the basement door creaked open, and a light flicked on, blinding him.
Ren froze as a figure stepped forward—a beautiful woman in a frilly frock, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders and her body rather moderate and attractive for a woman of her height.
This woman was none other than Kirasaki Yuno.
Her face lit up with a sweet, almost innocent smile as she carried a tray of food and water. "Ren-sama!" she chirped, her voice dripping with affection, like she was the cutest girl on the planet. "You're awake!"
Ren's heart pounded. He thrashed against the ropes, the chair wobbling dangerously. Yuno tilted her head, setting the tray on a nearby table. "Oh, Ren-sama, you're so lively today!" she said, clasping her hands together.
She stepped closer, her eyes gleaming with adoration. "Would you like to have a meal first? Or maybe a bath?" She paused, her cheeks flushing as she leaned in, her voice dropping to a shy whisper. "Or… would you rather have me instead?"
Ren's stomach lurched. The chair tipped, and he crashed to the floor with a thud. Yuno gasped, rushing to his side. "Oh no, Ren-sama, you've got to be more careful!" She knelt, her frock brushing his face as she gently wiped his cheek with the hem.
She righted the chair, fussing over him like a doting wife. "You've been so cruel, you know," she said softly, her tone shifting to something darker. "Talking to those girls behind my back and telling me you want to leave me. I had to show you how much I love you. How much I'm yours."
She reached for the panties in his mouth and pulled them free. Ren gasped, ready to scream, but before he could, Yuno threw her arms around him, pressing his face into her chest in a suffocating hug. "Shh, Ren-sama," she murmured. "No one will hear you. It's just us now."
He struggled, his muffled protests dying against her. "Yuno, let me go!" he finally managed, his voice hoarse. "This is insane!"
Her eyes glistened with tears, but her smile didn't waver. "Insane? No, Ren-sama. This is love."
***
For days, Ren was trapped in a nightmare. Yuno kept him tied to the chair, spoon-feeding him like a child. She'd hum softly, her hands lingering as she brushed his hair or wiped his face. Every attempt to reason with her was met with that same unsettling smile. "You'll see, Ren-sama," she'd say. "We're meant to be together. Forever."
She'd ramble about their future, about how she'd make him happy, how no one else could love him like she did. Ren's pleas fell on deaf ears. He was exhausted, his body aching from the ropes, his mind fraying under her relentless affection.
Each night, she'd curl up beside him, whispering sweet nothings as he sat bound, unable to escape her touch.
But that was not all.
She gave hanjobs to Ren to satisfy his lust, sometimes even masturbating in front of hi,m shouting Ren's name. "Ren-sama...Ren-sama...I am cumming," She would often shout and drench Ren's body in her love juice.
Only reason she didn't cross the limits was that she was a rather shy girl. Everytime Ren looked at her, she would immediatly blush and run out of the room, as if she didn't just masturbate in front of him with her vagina publicly displaying for his view.
On the seventh day, something changed. Yuno was distracted, her movements hurried as she tied him up after a meal. The ropes felt looser than usual. Ren's heart raced as he tested them, feeling the knots give slightly. He waited until she left the basement, claiming she needed to "prepare something special." The moment the door clicked shut, he yanked at the ropes, his wrists screaming in pain. They slipped free.
Adrenaline surged. He stumbled to his feet, his legs weak from days of captivity. The small basement window was his only chance. He grabbed a nearby stool, smashing it against the glass. The shards fell outward, and he climbed through, ignoring the cuts on his hands. The cool night air hit him as he staggered into the backyard of his house.
He ran, his bare feet pounding against the grass, aiming for his neighbour's house. The street was quiet, the neighbourhood asleep. He reached their doorstep, banging on the door. "Help! Please, call the police!" he shouted, his voice raw.
No answer. He knocked harder, desperation clawing at him. Then he heard it—rushed footsteps behind him. His blood ran cold. Slowly, he turned, and there she was. Yuno, her face twisted with rage, her frock fluttering in the night breeze. In her hand, a kitchen knife glinted under the streetlight.
"Why, Ren-sama?" she cried, her voice breaking. "Why are you running from me?"
Ren pounded on the door again, his heart sinking as he realized his neighbors must be away. "Yuno, stop this!" he yelled, backing away. "You're not well! You need help!"
Her eyes filled with tears, but her grip on the knife tightened. "I did everything for you," she said, her voice trembling. "I got rid of those girls who tried to take you from me. Your family, too—they didn't understand us. I made sure it's just you and me now."
Ren's knees buckled. "You… what?" His voice was a whisper, horror sinking in. "You are the one who harmed my one and only sister? Are you out of your mind?"
"For us!" she sobbed. "For our love!"
"You're a monster!" Ren screamed, his voice cracking. "You're a devil, Yuno! You deserve to die!"
Her face crumpled, tears streaming down her cheeks as she contemplated on Ren's words. "Maybe I do," she whispered. "But if I die, I'm taking you with me, Ren-sama."
Before he could react, she lunged. The knife plunged into his back, pain exploding through him. He stumbled, blood soaking his shirt. "Yuno, no!" he gasped, trying to crawl away.
She stabbed again, and again, her sobs mixing with his screams. "I love you, Ren-sama," she choked out, her hands trembling as she drove the knife into him ten times. "For all eternity."
Ren's vision blurred, his body collapsed to the ground. Yuno fell to her knees beside him, her face streaked with tears. She raised the knife to her own throat. "If I can't have you, no one will," she whispered. With a final, shuddering breath, she slit her throat, collapsing beside him.
As the world faded, Ren's last thought was of the love they'd once shared, now twisted into something unrecognisable. The streetlight flickered above them, casting their broken forms in a cold, unfeeling glow, but at that point Ren didn't know this was just the start of his story.