Ch 18: Punishment (Patreon)

In one of the dark, quiet rooms of Eve’s house, Hadrian sat on a chair, his emotionless eyes looking down at Evelyn, who knelt before him.

The room was dimly lit by the faint moonlight seeping through the curtains, casting long shadows across the walls. Eve’s parents were already unconscious, put to sleep by a spell, and the house was eerily silent.

Evelyn was overjoyed, this time Eve would be broken beyond repair only to be rescued by her lord.

This way even if Hadrian made Eve his lover in the future, Evelyn would have an easier time accepting it as now Eve would be equally devoted to Hadrian.

But for now, there was a sweet satisfaction in the fact that Hadrian had gone along with her plan, didn't that mean that he 'chose' her over Eve?

Evelyn smiled, her heart racing. "My lord..." she whispered, her voice trembling with devotion. He had chosen her, after all. Even if Eve had potential, Evelyn’s loyalty and love had proven themselves once again.

But instead, without warning, Hadrian’s hand shot forward, grabbing a fistful of Evelyn’s hair. The sudden pain tore through her scalp as his grip tightened, his fingers digging cruelly into her roots.

Her eyes widened in shock, confusion flashing across her face. "M-My lord?" she stammered, her voice trembling.

Hadrian didn’t respond. With a sharp tug, he yanked her up from her knees, dragging her roughly across the floor. Evelyn gasped, her hands instinctively reaching up to try and ease the pain, but he gave her no mercy. His movements were cold, deliberate, each step filled with a chilling anger.

As he dragged her across the room, her knees scraped painfully against the hardwood floor, and her breath came in ragged gasps. Tears welled in her eyes, but she knew better than to cry out.

Without warning, he slapped her across the face, the sound echoing through the room.

Evelyn’s head snapped to the side, the sting burning across her cheek. Before she could even recover, another slap followed, harder this time. The force of it made her ears ring, and she tasted blood on her lips.

"You think this is a game?" Hadrian’s voice was cold, dangerously calm. He pulled her hair again, forcing her to look up at him. His eyes, once calm and unreadable, now burned with fury.

Evelyn’s heart sank. She had miscalculated. "My lord, I—I only wanted to—" she tried to speak, but he silenced her with another vicious tug on her hair, jerking her head back painfully.

He threw her to the ground, her body hitting the floor with a thud. Before she could even move, Hadrian was on her again, dragging her by the hair once more, the cruelness in his actions showing no sign of relenting.

With every beat, every slap, Evelyn's mind swirled with pain and confusion.

As Evelyn lay on the floor, her body trembling from the relentless beating, Hadrian crouched down beside her, his expression cold and devoid of any warmth. He reached into his robe and pulled out his wand, its dark wood glinting ominously in the dim light.

Evelyn, bruised and terrified, looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes. "M-My lord... please... at least tell me what wrong I do?" she whimpered, but her voice was cut short as Hadrian grasped her wrist with a vice-like grip, pinning her hand to the floor.

"You thought you could control me? Push me into making a choice?" He hissed, his voice dripping with contempt. "You are nothing but a tool, Evelyn. You don’t make decisions for me."

Saying so, he pressed the tip of his wand against the back of her hand, and sliced it open in one swift, brutal motion.

Blood instantly welled from the wound, pooling on the floor beneath her.

"You know that I know it was too arrogant for me, but won't you ask WHY I deviated from your orders?" She asked calmly.

Getting beaten up was nothing for her, she could easily endure it, and she even liked it somewhat... perhaps slicing her wrist open was a little more but she could still endure it.

Hadrian sighed, "Petty jealousy, of course. And that's the real reason I'm punishing you. Due to such a meager thing, you added an unnecessary variable. Why Evelyn? I expected more from you... I'm disappointed."

His eyes glinted with cruel intent as he whispered a spell under his breath.

The blood that had flowed from the gash began to harden, freezing mid-air as if transformed into a mass of rose-like thorns, sharp and jagged. The crimson ice twisted and curled around her hand, digging into her skin with brutal precision.

Evelyn couldn't hold back and screamed, the pain unbearable, her voice cracking as the frozen thorns tightened around her hand like a vicious, living trap. But Hadrian wasn’t done.

With another flick of his wand, the blood inside her veins began to freeze. Evelyn’s body convulsed violently as she felt the coldness spread through her arm, icy tendrils creeping up from her hand, freezing the blood as it coursed through her veins.

"MmmmmAaahhhhh!"

Her screams echoed in the room, raw and filled with agony. The pressure built up in her arm as the frozen blood blocked her circulation, her veins bulging grotesquely beneath her skin.

Then, without warning, the frozen blood shot out of her arm like thorns from a tree, tearing through her flesh in jagged shards. Blood splattered across the room, and Evelyn’s screams grew hoarse as she writhed in pain, her body collapsing under the intense agony.

Hadrian stood over her, his face impassive, watching as she lay broken and bloodied at his feet.

He tilted his head slightly, his voice eerily calm. "Do you understand now, Evelyn?" he asked, his tone as cold as the ice in her veins.

"Ahh!! Ye- Yes!!!"

His eyes flickered down to her broken form, but there was no trace of pity or concern—only a twisted sense of satisfaction.

No matter how cruel he becomes these girls are always loyal to him.

Evelyn's breath was shallow, each gasp a struggle as the throbbing pain pulsed through her arm. The frozen blood thorns had left her skin mangled, her veins shredded from the inside. Yet, despite the agony, there was no anger in her heart. Instead, she felt a deep, twisted love for the man standing over her.

Hadrian knelt beside her, his hand tracing lightly over the torn skin of her arm, but he didn’t heal her.

He made no move to mend the damage he had caused. Instead, his fingers trailed upward, brushing over her bruised cheek, his touch unexpectedly gentle.

Evelyn whimpered, but not from fear. Even in this state, torn and broken, she longed for his approval, for his attention.

Without a word, Hadrian leaned in, his lips pressing firmly against hers. The suddenness of the kiss sent a jolt of shock through Evelyn’s pain-riddled body, but she didn’t resist. Despite the agony, despite the blood still trickling from her wounds, she kissed him back, her lips trembling as they moved against his.

The kiss was rough, filled with a dark, possessive hunger. Hadrian didn’t care about her pain, didn’t care about her torn flesh or her suffering. His lips claimed hers with an intensity that made her forget, even for a brief moment, the excruciating agony tearing through her arm.

Evelyn’s free hand shakily reached up, grabbing the fabric of his shirt as she pulled him closer, her body trembling beneath his touch.

Her heart pounded in her chest, not from fear, but from an overwhelming need to please him, to show him that even in her broken state, she was his—completely and utterly.

Her torn arm throbbed with unbearable pain, blood still seeping from the wounds, but she forced herself to endure it. Her love for him outweighed the pain, and in this twisted moment, she found a strange sense of fulfillment.

Hadrian deepened the kiss, his hand tangling in her hair, his lips cruelly demanding.

He didn’t care that her body was weak, didn’t care that her arm was torn apart. He wanted her obedience, her submission, her unwavering loyalty—and in this moment, he was claiming it all.

When he finally pulled away, Evelyn was gasping for air, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her torn arm lay limp at her side, still bleeding, still throbbing with pain, but her eyes gleamed with love as they met Hadrian’s.

Despite the agony, despite her broken body, Evelyn felt whole in his presence. She lived for his approval, for his touch, even if it came at the cost of her own suffering.

His hand grabbed her by the neck. His fingers dug into her throat, cutting off her air as he lifted her head. Evelyn gasped, her hands instinctively reaching for his wrist, but she made no attempt to push him away.

"You are mine, Evelyn," Hadrian growled.

With a brutal motion, he slammed her head into the ground, the impact reverberating through her skull.

"Gaahhh!!!!"

"I have told you this before," Hadrian said coldly, leaning over her, his hand still wrapped tightly around her neck. His voice was calm, almost too calm. "And yet, you made a mistake out of jealousy?"

"Well... " He smiled, "I'll forgive you this time."

Evelyn's face lit up, despite the pain, despite the pressure on her throat. She managed a smile, a huge, almost delirious grin. "Thank you, Lord Hadrian," she rasped, her voice barely a whisper through the constriction. "Thank you for forgiving me..."

Hadrian's eyes remained fixed on her, but instead of loosening his grip, he choked her harder.

Evelyn's breath hitched, her eyes widening as her air supply was completely cut off. She gasped, her body writhing beneath him.

Hadrian tore at her robe, the fabric ripping easily under his strength. He pulled it aside, exposing her chest. Her bra came next, torn off with a single tug, leaving her bare before him. Evelyn's body shuddered, but her wide smile never faded, even as she gasped for air.

Hadrian wasted no time, his mouth descending on her breasts, sucking and biting with a rough, animalistic hunger. Evelyn’s breath came in ragged bursts, her mind lost in a whirlwind of pain and devotion, the sharp sting of his teeth mixing with the pressure of his hand still choking her.

She was his, completely and utterly. And that was all that mattered.

She felt his fingers caressing her pussy.

“Are you already this wet, Evelyn? Do you want it, right now?”

The poor girl couldn’t respond, her voice caught in the grip of his other hand tightening around her throat.

Each labored breath felt like a battle, and the edges of her vision were blurring.

Blood seeped from her tattered left hand, the pain a distant echo compared to the suffocating pressure. She didn’t know how much longer she could hold on, but despite the darkness closing in, she somehow managed to nod.

Without loosening his hold, he yanked down his pants and then hers, the world narrowing around her as she fought to stay conscious.

She could feel him rubbing his great cock over her pussy's entrance, she wanted to be conscious to feel the pleasure he was going to bless her body with.

"Stay with me, Evelyn," he whispered, his voice low and commanding, as if sensing the struggle within her.

Evelyn's senses were in turmoil as he finally thrust into her, the sensation overwhelming in its intensity.

Just when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, he loosened his grip around her neck.

"Gah!! ha~ haah~ haah~"

Gasping for air, she took a deep breath, only to cough as her lungs filled with oxygen again. The world around her spun as she tried to catch her breath, but he didn’t stop.

"Mhhhnnn~ yes~ ooohhhh~ ahhhnnnmmm~"

He continued to thrust in and out of her, each movement sending waves of feeling through her body.

Suddenly, he tightened his grip around her throat once more, and the world around her faded again. She felt trapped yet strangely alive, caught in a whirlwind of emotions that left her breathless and bewildered.

He felt an unexpected satisfaction playing with her in such a way, seeing the girl's struggle.

Each gasp and shudder only fueled his desire further. He continued to pound into her ravenously, a primal need driving his movements. With each thrust, he reveled in the way her body responded, tight and eager, drawing him deeper.

"Evelyn, you're so tight right now!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with pleasure as he lost himself in the moment.

Her insides felt like a vice, gripping him with every movement, amplifying the pleasure coursing through him. The intensity of the moment enveloped them both, creating a rhythm that blurred the lines between pain and ecstasy, leaving him craving more.

However... Her body finally gave out, and she passed out, losing consciousness completely.

Hadrian paused for a moment, a hint of unease flashing in his eyes. He quickly checked her neck for a pulse, feeling a faint heartbeat beneath his fingers. She was still alive, but just barely.

Evelyn was on the brink of death, having lost too much blood.

It was clear that her strength was fading fast.

Still, Hadrian felt a strange urge growing inside him. Ignoring her injured hand, which lay torn and bloodied, he decided to keep going. At least he had stopped choking her, and he noticed that her body still seemed to react to him, even in this weakened state.

With a firm grip on her waist, he lifted her slightly, angling her body for a better connection. This new position allowed him to thrust deeper, and he reveled in how her body responded to him.

It felt as if her insides were pulling him in, squeezing him tightly, intensifying the sensations he felt. Each powerful thrust was a mix of urgency and pleasure, a frantic race against time.

He could see signs of her fading life, and yet he couldn’t hold back.

“Come on, Evelyn,” he urged, his voice low and filled with desperation. He pushed deeper, feeling himself getting closer to the edge, driven by an overwhelming need to find release before it was too late.

He switched up his rhythm, pounding into her harder and faster. He changed angles, thrusting into her from the side, then shifting back to his original position.

Each movement felt brutal, yet exhilarating, as he lost himself in the moment. The way her body reacted to him, even in her unconscious state...

Evelyn’s body was so responsive, even as she lay there limp. He couldn’t help but feel a rush of satisfaction each time he thrust into her, her insides gripping him like a vice. It was as if her body was still instinctively yearning for him, drawing him deeper into a world of pleasure.

With each thrust, he grew more desperate. He could feel his heart racing, the urgency mounting within him. He wanted to take her to new heights, to push her body to its limits, even if she wasn’t fully aware of what was happening.

The thrill of it all sent shivers down his spine, and he became consumed by the need to finish.

Hadrian shifted again, pulling her legs up and spreading them wider.

 Each thrust felt brutal and wild, his body moving with a fierce intensity that left him breathless. He could hear the sounds of their bodies meeting, a mix of skin slapping against skin that echoed in the air.

He felt a surge of power as he pounded into her, each movement becoming more intense, more urgent.

His desire to reach his climax grew stronger, and he knew he had to cum before she slipped away completely.

"Haha, Evelyn..."

With one last powerful thrust, he surrendered to the ecstasy that engulfed him. He let go completely, lost in the moment, even as the shadows of her fading life loomed over them both.

"Damn it," He cursed, unloading his cum deep inside her pussy. And then he quickly flicked his wand to heal his broken doll up.

He can't have her die yet, can he?

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