Silas’s tongue ran over her slick heat. The moment his searing tongue lapped against her swollen clitoris, Rachel shuddered instinctively. The faint, wet sound of him drinking her in echoed through the quiet room.
“Hm….! Hahk….”
Silas slowly pressed his lips against her, parting the tender folds to explore deeper. Frantic, Rachel tried to push away the man whose face was buried between her thighs, but her frantic hands only pressed his head down harder against her. The smile against her skin grew darker.
“Nhhng… n-no…! Mmh!”
She twisted her hips to escape, but Silas clamped a heavy palm over her hip, pinning her to the mattress. His tongue plunged deeper, the slick moisture from within wetting his lips and jaw.
‘He’s gone completely mad…!’
Rachel couldn’t make sense of Silas’s sudden transformation. Before, he had addressed her with cold detachment, omitting her name entirely. She had understood him well enough—they were the only two souls in this massive, isolated mansion. But lately, he called her “honey,” whispering it as though she were truly his beloved.
“Honey, you keep saying no, but look at how open you are for me.”
“Ngh, n-no….”
“No? You’re practically begging me to take you.”
Claiming he knew her desires better than she did, he plunged two fingers inside her all at once. They penetrated far deeper than his tongue could reach, causing her inner muscles to spasm instantly.
Her body tightened around the intrusion, trying to engulf it. But Silas, intimately familiar with her reactions, curved his fingers and began to ruthlessly rake her inner walls. With every deliberate stroke, her hyper-sensitive skin twitched, spilling fresh warmth over his knuckles.
A violent shiver traced down Rachel’s spine. A fire ignited deep within her abdomen, spreading rapidly throughout her body. Silas pushed deeper, expertly targeting the fragile spots he had learned through trial. Under his torment, her walls contracted and released around his fingers in desperate, helpless pulses.
Meanwhile, his tongue resumed its relentless assault on her clitoris, tracing soft, torturous circles around the swollen bead. He nipped at the tender flesh, sucking gently until her toes curled in helpless surrender.
‘Why is he acting like this?’
Had the fever scrambled his brain? Had her desperate prayers finally been answered? Or was the gaslighting finally taking root in his mind?
Whatever the reason, Silas’s touch had become incomparably gentler, almost reverent, compared to his past brutality.
She remained terrified, but since escape was impossible, this kinder torment was a mercy she couldn't afford to reject.
‘Dammit! What even is this?’
Her mind, dazed with pleasure, drifted back to the day Silas fell ill—the day she had seized what she thought was her golden ticket and sprinted down to the ground floor.
It was the first time she had seen the grand entrance since being dragged up from the basement. Standing before the front door, her heart had hammered against her ribs. Finally, she was going to break free from this suffocating nightmare!
!!ERROR!!
Cannot move outside of this area.
‘This is insane…!’
Cruelly, escaping the serial killer’s domain was never an option. It was a rule of the world: this was a game, and no character could step beyond the boundaries of the stage until the story concluded. To force it meant prompt death, her body doomed to end up as a corpse somewhere off-screen.
Defeated, Rachel had dragged her feet back up to her second-floor prison. And because she had promised to make him soup, she had been forced to cook it. Since she couldn't leave, she had even wiped the sweat from his burning skin, doing everything to stay on his good side.
Silas had been different ever since. She had hoped he might grow slightly more tolerable, but she had never anticipated this.
Now, he didn't just call her "honey"—he took his time with prolonged, agonizing foreplay, a stark contrast to his usual unyielding thrusts.
“I finally figure out why you wouldn't kiss me before.”
“Nhhng! Ugh!”
“It’s because I never gave you a proper kiss first and just went straight to licking your pussy every time, wasn't it?”
Silas uttered the shamelessly crude words without a trace of embarrassment, resting her thighs over his broad shoulders. His tongue pinned her hyper-sensitive center while his fingers relentlessly worked inside her, stoking her fever until she burned.
“Ngh…! H-honey…! Ahk… not there…!”
“Mm, right here.”
Silas pressed firmly against a sensitive knot inside her. Rachel’s hips bucked violently off the mattress once, twice, caught in the grip of an intense spasm. With every targeted stroke of his fingers, her inner walls clenched around him as he twisted and stroked without mercy.
The relentless barrage of sensation pushed her over the edge. The heat coiled inside her chest suddenly shattered. Rachel’s thighs trembled uncontrollably, unable to sustain her weight, while a fine shudder traveled to her very fingertips.
“Nhahhhhh…!”
Language failed her as her body trembled in the throes of a violent release. Pleasure crashed over her like a tidal wave, drowning her senses. Her heart hammered wildly, her mind engulfed in white heat.
Though her limbs went completely limp, her body continued to contract around his fingers, craving even deeper sensation.
Silas gripped her left thigh without a word, lifting it higher to expose her completely to his gaze.
He let out a low, amused hum at the sight of her trembling, glistening core.
“Look at how wet you are. It’s dripping all the way down.”
His mocking tone was thick with dark desire. The heavy rasp of his breath sent goosebumps cascading over her skin. Overwhelmed by shame, she tried to avert her face, but his hand cupped her jaw, forcing her to meet his dark gaze.
“Don’t look away.”
The unspoken threat hung heavy in the air: she would regret turning from him. Slowly, the thick head of his shaft began to rub against her swollen clitoris.
The sensation was agonizingly vivid, heightened by the slow, deliberate foreplay. The slick moisture coating her center smeared across the tip of his cock as he prepared to drive inside.