Save Me - I Can't Save Myself This Time

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"Every man has a breaking point, Ivan Kristaski, we just have to find yours." Lukai replied in his ear, like he was telling him a big secret. Then, he tied Ivan's wrists together and secured them to a loop of metal embedded in the floor. He lifted his weight off of the empath and left him alone for a moment on the dirty, bloody floor. He walked to the other side of the room, stepping over the boy's body on the floor like he was nothing more than garbage. It sickened the empath to no end. Yes, Ivan had killed him, but he had respect for the dead and this man clearly did not.

"I won't break. I won't no matter what you try to do to me!" Ivan snarled, despite the coil of doubt beginning to seed itself in his chest. Lukai returned with a wooden bar, no more than an inch in diameter and was at least three feet long.

"I've been doing this for over a decade. Everyone breaks. Sometimes all it takes is removing their one last claim to their autonomy." Lukai replied, watching Ivan try to struggle out of the ropes again. But it was no use, they were so tight this time that his fingertips had begun to tingle from lack of blood flow. Lukai decided to advance with the bar, deftly dodging Ivan's kicks to pin one leg under his foot before capturing the other by his calf, his large hand able to encircle the whole of his lower leg.

"I'm going to gut you and feed you your own entrails!" Ivan shouted, thrashing as Lukai held him fast, tying his leg at the knee on the farthest end of the bar.

"Oh shush. I'm going to take the fight right out of you. Starting by removing the filth that the boy wasn't brave enough to." Lukai replied, grinding the heel of his boot down on Ivan's leg until he cried out and the bone made a sickening cracking sound. "Did you know, it only takes 25 pounds of pressure on the tibia bone to break it? Does it hurt, little one? Is it agony or is your body starting to change its mind? It isn't hard to flip the switch between pain and pleasure for an empath and your deviant behavior has me betting your switch is even easier." Lukai purred sadistically, grinding down further until Ivan screamed.

"Fuck... you..." Ivan ground out between his teeth, a sharp hissing sound. It was agony, but something had begun to change and it left Ivan terrified. He could handle the pain, it was familiar. But he feared he would be unable to remain strong if the pain became twisted in such a manner. Outright pain... broken bones, deep severing slashes, they shouldn't be pleasurable. Ivan would rather die, but to be willing to die, he would have to give up and he couldn't do that where there was still hope that he would be rescued.

"I'm afraid you're not my type, little one. You are merely a means to an end, one cog of many to keep the clock ticking." Lukai replied, lifting Ivan's broken leg and tying it to the opposite end of the bar to mirror his other leg. Then a chain with a hook on the end was pulled down to hold up the bar through a hole in the middle, restraining the empath completely while he was stuck in his internal crisis. "Now let's start by removing this depraved thing from your body. We'll burn it and then I'll wash away the rest of the filth." Lukai said, crouching between Ivan's legs, forced wide by the bar.

"You're a monster!" Ivan cried, appalled to find the tears tracking through the blood still splattered on his cheeks and his will to fight waning.

"No, dear one. I am simply a man. An empath as pretty as you will sell for a high price once you're sufficiently broken. You've lost enough blood now that your body is beginning to accommodate for the loss. You'll be the perfect little blood bottle soon enough." Lukai purred, smirking as he reached down and grasped the base of the plug and pulled without any warning.

"Stop! Please! Leave it alone!" Ivan screamed, thrashing much as he could against the ropes that bound him in place. But it was done, the plug was gone and his body was left clenching desperately around the emptiness. Tears were flowing freely down his cheeks.

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