chapter 65 TW-18+

His vision blurred further, spots dancing across his eyes, the dimly lit room fading in and out. The air in his lungs was dwindling, the world around him closing in like a vice. His chest convulsed in panic, every cell in his body screaming for oxygen, his heart pounding so violently it felt like it might burst right out of his ribcage. The sound of his own heartbeat drummed loudly in his ears, drowning out everything else.

He needed air. He needed to fight.

Desperation clawed at his mind, his body acting on pure survival instinct. He swung his fist, putting every last ounce of strength he had left into the strike, aiming straight for Caesar's wrist. The impact was weak, barely even noticeable. Useless. A pathetic attempt against a man who was built like a monster.

And Caesar proved that.

A brutal punch landed against Eun-jae's chest.

The force of it was devastating. A full-body, bone-crushing impact that felt like being struck by a sledgehammer at full force.

"—Hic."

Eun-jae's eyes snapped wide open, his entire body seizing up as pain detonated through him like an explosion. His ribs screamed in agony, a sharp, unbearable pain ripping through his torso. His lungs locked up, his body refusing to obey his desperate attempts to breathe. The air was forced from his lungs in one violent rush, leaving him gasping—no, struggling—for any fragment of oxygen he could possibly grasp onto.

It felt like drowning.

Like being held underwater, his limbs thrashing, his lungs burning, his chest tightening with each desperate attempt to reach the surface. But there was no surface. No escape. Just the crushing weight of Caesar's presence, pressing down on him like an inescapable force, like an executioner deciding whether or not to let his victim live.

His fingers trembled against Caesar's hand, still weakly trying to pry him off, but it was futile.

His vision darkened further, the edges fading into an abyssal black.

Was this it?

'Is this how I die? In the hands of this psychopath?'

A terrifying thought.

His mind began to slow, the lack of oxygen making his thoughts sluggish, hazy. His limbs felt heavier, the fight in them dulling by the second. He could barely make out Caesar's expression anymore—only the faint, ominous gleam of amusement in those cold, blue eyes. That look... that smirk... that quiet, detached pleasure in watching someone struggle, watching them suffer.

'I don't want to die. Not like this...'

He tried to move again, but his body refused. His lungs burned like fire, his throat convulsing around nothing, his pulse slowing. His thoughts slipped, fragmented, unraveling like loose threads in the wind.

Then, through the haze, something surfaced in his mind.

A memory.

A conversation.

It had happened weeks ago, back when things were... normal.

Caesar's voice echoed in his head, dark and taunting, yet eerily matter-of-fact.

"You know, Bes—which means 'demon'—wasn't just some nickname someone randomly threw at him. It was a title. A crown forged from the screams of the men he's butchered over the years. Because that's what he is."

Eun-jae had listened back then, but he hadn't understood the full weight of those words. Not until now.

Caesar's smirk had been different then—not warm, not friendly. Cold. Detached. Amused, yes—but cold.

"A demon."

A chill crept up Eun-jae's spine.

Not just at the word itself—but at the truth behind it. The finality.

"There's an old saying about him," Caesar had continued, his voice lowering, like he was revealing something sacred. Something lethal.

"If you see Bes once, you're lucky. If you see him twice, you should start praying. If you see him a third time... well, you won't live long enough to tell the story."

Eun-jae had swallowed hard back then.

Because that saying? It wasn't just a rumor.

He had been so blind.

'So he literally introduced himself to me... and I was too stupid to realize the criminal was right in front of my eyes this whole time.'

Something in him cracked at the thought.

A breathless, broken sound bubbled up in his throat. At first, it was just a quiet exhale—then it grew into a chuckle.

Then another.

Soft at first. But then it became something more.

A snicker. A bitter, almost delirious laugh.

"Pfft—"

It escaped before he could stop it.

Because really—how fucking ironic was this?

All this time, he had been trying to outmaneuver people, to be cautious, to stay ahead of the game. And yet, the real danger had been right in front of him, staring him in the face, toying with him, laughing at him from the very beginning.

Caesar's eyes flickered at the sound of his laughter, curiosity glinting behind them.

Then, ever so slightly, his lips curled into a grin.

His grip loosened.

And then—just like that—he let go.He choked violently, his lungs burning as they sucked in the air they had been so cruelly deprived of. Coughing, hacking, his entire body trembled, the residual pain from the suffocation still clawing at his throat.

His chest heaved.

His ribs ached.

His vision swam, the world tilting around him as he fought to regain control of himself.

Caesar simply watched, his grin never fading.

As if this had all been some twisted game to him.

As if watching Eun-jae struggle for his life had been the highlight of his evening.

And in that moment—Eun-jae knew.

He was dealing with a monster.

Then Caesar bent down, his sharp eyes gleaming with something unreadable as he reached for a knife lying nearby. The dim lighting in the room barely illuminated the sharp glint of the blade as he lifted it, the air growing colder, heavier, as if even the atmosphere had tensed in anticipation of what he was about to do.

The tip of the knife hovered mere inches from Eun-Jae's face, the steel reflecting in his wide, terrified eyes. His breath hitched. Every muscle in his body went rigid, his pulse hammering like a war drum inside his skull. 'A knife?!'

The realization sent a fresh wave of terror flooding through his already trembling frame. His thoughts spiraled out of control, panic clawing its way up his throat. 'Is he going to kill me? Is this how I die?'

 Eun-Jae wanted to move, wanted to twist away, to kick or push or do anything—but his body was weak, too exhausted to fight back. His limbs felt like dead weight, like they belonged to someone else entirely.

His vision flickered, a desperate attempt by his mind to convince him that this was all just some sick nightmare, that he would wake up safe in his own bed at any moment. But the cold reality was undeniable. Caesar was here. The knife was real. And he had nowhere to run.

 Then, in a swift, almost casual motion, Caesar moved the knife away. His expression remained unreadable as he set the blade aside, as though his sudden act of menace had meant nothing at all. But Eun-Jae barely had a moment to feel the slightest relief before Caesar shifted, his powerful frame pressing between Eun-Jae's legs with a purpose that made his stomach drop.

The mattress dipped under Caesar's weight, locking Eun-Jae in place beneath him. Then came the sound. A sharp, unmistakable rip. Fabric tearing apart. Eun-Jae's breath caught in his throat as he realized— His pants. His only barrier. Gone. A fresh wave of horror gripped him, ice-cold and paralyzing. His chest tightened, his breaths coming in short, shallow gasps.

 "Oh hell no," his mind screamed, panic flaring hotter, stronger.

He twisted, his hands pressing weakly against Caesar's chest, but he was powerless against the force pinning him down. "Wait—" he started, voice cracking. "Hey!!! Wait—what are you—" But before he could finish his sentence, Caesar's fingers shoved past his parted lips.

 "Mmphh!" The taste of skin—salty, foreign—spread across his tongue.

His body jerked in protest, muffled grunts vibrating in his throat, but Caesar remained unmoved. His fingers curled, pressing deeper, forcing Eun-Jae to take them in fully, silencing him completely. The intrusion made his stomach churn. His jaw ached, his throat strained as he tried to twist his face away, but Caesar's grip was firm, unrelenting, watching him struggle with a dark amusement dancing in his cold eyes.

 Then, just as quickly as they invaded, the fingers withdrew, slick with saliva. Eun-Jae barely had a second to suck in a desperate breath before those same damp fingers trailed downward, gliding over his quivering skin. His entire body tensed, the realization hitting him all at once. He knew. He knew exactly where this was going.

 A sharp, helpless sound escaped him as those slick fingers hovered at his most vulnerable spot his rectume opening.

"HEY!!!"

 His scream was immediate, frantic. His arms flailed, his legs kicked, desperate to fight back, but then—

THRUST.

A searing, unbearable pain tore through him like fire consuming dry wood, raw and all-consuming. His back arched violently off the bed, fingers clawing at the sheets beneath him as a strangled gasp ripped from his lips. His mind went blank. For a brief, excruciating moment, all he knew was pain—deep, blinding, earth-shattering pain.

His eyes shot open, unfocused, lips parted in a silent scream as his muscles convulsed involuntarily, his body instinctively trying to reject what had just been forced inside him.

 'No— my asshole it hurts ...its ...torn ...'

"no ...not again ...not this again"

His thoughts stuttered, broken and incoherent, drowning beneath the overwhelming shock crashing through his system. His chest heaved, his breath ragged and unsteady, his heartbeat a wild, erratic mess.

As Caesar's body reacted, Eun-jae's own body responded involuntarily, the drugs that had been served to him taking control of his actions. It felt like his breath hitched in his throat, his lungs constricting as he struggled to comprehend what was happening. The sheets beneath him were a stark white, a stark contrast to the dark, twisted scene unfolding.

Blood trickled onto the sheets, a slow, steady stream that seemed to pulse with Eun-jae's own heartbeat. It was as if he was clenching around Caesar, his body betraying his own will. Caesar let out a low, husky groan, his voice dripping with satisfaction as he released his pheromones. The air was thick with the overwhelming scent, making Eun-jae's head spin.

"So tight, it feels like my dick is about to snap off," Caesar said, a grin spreading across his face as he gazed down at Eun-jae. His eyes seemed to gleam with a twisted pleasure, his words dripping with malice. "You should start moving your ass, maybe I might even pardon you," he added, his voice laced with a mocking smirk.

Eun-jae's mind was a jumbled mess of fear and panic, his thoughts racing as he trembled beneath Caesar. "This asshole, he wants to die," Eun-jae thought, his inner voice laced with desperation. He felt weak, helpless, as Caesar reached down and stripped away his trousers. Eun-jae's legs felt like lead, unable to move or respond as Caesar grasped them, pulling them close to his chest.

Caesar's grip was like a vice, pinning Eun-jae down as he pulled out, leaving only the tip coated with blood. Eun-jae's heart was racing, his pulse pounding in his ears as Caesar prepared to thrust again. And then, in an instant, Caesar slammed back into him, the force of the thrust sending shockwaves through Eun-jae's body.

"AAHH!!" Eun-jae shouted, his voice muffled by the pillow he grabbed to cover his tears. The pain was overwhelming, a searing agony that seemed to rip through his very being. "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts its torn ... its torn" Eun-jae thought, his mind repeating the phrase like a mantra as he moaned through the pillow, the sound coming out as a strangled "mmhhmm mmhhmm".

The world around him seemed to narrow, his vision blurring as the pain consumed him. Eun-jae's body felt like it was on fire, his muscles trembling with the effort of enduring the onslaught. Caesar's grip on his legs remained unyielding, holding him in place as he continued to thrust, each movement sending waves of agony through Eun-jae's body.