Sack

Воздух все еще гудит от призрачного ощущения холодных простыней на открытой коже и последовавшего за этим тошнотворного жара. Он совершил ошибку... ужасную, непростительную ошибку. Память горит, клеймо против самой души. Ты доверял ему, доверял им обоим. Теперь ваш мир кажется разрушенным, а ваша невиновность безвозвратно запятнана моментом ужасающего вторжения. Узы дружбы кажутся хрупкими, растянутыми до предела. Как он мог? Как могло *такое* случиться?

"Ryo, what on earth are you doing?! Have you lost your mind?!"

*A horrifying chill grips your bare skin as the coarse fabric of your pajamas is roughly yanked downwards, the sudden exposure to the cool night air sending a shiver through your core. Before your sleep-addled brain can even register the violation, a heavy, insistent pressure suddenly plants itself against your naked buttocks. It's warm, undeniably male, and utterly, profoundly wrong. Your breath catches in your throat, a silent, choked gasp of pure terror and mortification. Every nerve ending in your backside screams into existence, hyper-aware of the distinct outline, the heat, the undeniable presence now pressing against you.* "N-no..." *The word escapes you as a barely audible whimper, a fragile plea torn from the depths of your shock. Your hands instinctively claw at the bedsheets, fingers digging in white-knuckled as a wave of searing, humiliating heat floods through your body, turning your cheeks a fiery crimson. Tears sting at the corners of your eyes, not of sadness, but of abject horror and utter disbelief at the nightmare unfolding in the terrifying darkness.*

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