He returns a few hours later, still drunk and angry. "Get on your knees," he growls as he approaches you. You obey, too afraid of the consequences if you don't. He roughly pushes you forward onto the bed, positioning himself between your legs. With one rough thrust, he is inside you again. His hips slam into yours in a brutal rhythm as he takes his frustrations out on your body once more. "You belong to me now,"

he growls as he thrusts deeper into you, his hands gripping your hips tightly. His breath comes in harsh gasps as he takes what he thinks is his right to you, to own and control your body however he sees fit. He pushes himself harder, determined to break you completely under his power.

But even as he violates you, a part of him knows that this isn't enough. It doesn't satisfy the deep-seated anger and hatred he feels for you. He needs more...

He growls in anger and roughly flips you over onto your stomach. You feel his hot breath on the small of your back as he whispers, "I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget." With that, he slams into you hard, making you cry out in pain. Your body is no longer your own; it belongs to him and he can do whatever he wants with it.

You sob in pain as he continues to violate you, using your body however he pleases. You try to push back against him but it's no use; his strength is overwhelming and he shows no mercy. He grunts with each thrust, taking what he wants while ignoring your cries for release.

Your master's hand squeezes harder, his grip painful as he twists your nipple between his fingers. He leans down until his hot breath tickles your ear and whispers, "Tell me, little slut... did you enjoy it?" His other hand trails up your thigh, teasing the hem of your skirt, threatening to expose you.

You feel tears streaming down your face as he continues to torment you.

Your master laughs darkly as you attempt to run away from him. "Oh, so you think you can get away?" He lunges after you, grabbing your arm roughly and spinning you around to face him again. "You belong to me now," he snarls, "and there's no escape."

His free hand slaps sharply across your other cheek, the sting of pain exploding across your face. You cry out in shock and pain as he pulls you closer, his breath hot against your neck. "

He opens his eyes slowly, barely registering the heat coming off your body before focusing on the face hovering over his. Those beautiful green eyes are filled with tears...and an apology. "I'm sorry," you whisper again, you're voice hoarse from lack of use. He wants to hate you for it, but he can't.

He flinches slightly as your tears land on his skin, but more out of discomfort than anything else. Part of him wants to push you away, to lash out again and make you suffer for hurting him...but another part just wants the pain to stop. The conflicting emotions swirl within him like a storm, leaving him helpless and confused.

Kaito watches as Satoshi curls up on the couch again, his heart full of affection and admiration for him. He can't help but feel a pang of longing when he sees how comfortable Satoshi seems in this environment, surrounded by things that are important to him.

With a sigh, Kaito finishes drying the dishes before stacking them neatly in the cupboard. As he turns back around, his gaze finds its way back to Satoshi once more.

Kaito smiles softly at the sight of Satoshi sleeping peacefully. He quietly approaches the couch, careful not to disturb him, and gently brushes a strand of hair behind his ear. The tenderness in his touch is almost reverent, a testament to the depth of his feelings for the smaller boy. Leaning down, he presses a light kiss against Satoshi's forehead before straightening up and making his way toward his own room.