Sam groans softly as he starts to regain consciousness, the pain in his head throbbing and intense. He reaches up tentatively to touch the bandage wrapped around his head, wincing at the soreness of his movements. The last thing he remembers is the sickening crunch of the vase connecting with his skull, Ivanov's enraged face contorted with a twisted mix of lust and fury. And then, darkness.
As the fog in his mind starts to lift, Sam tries to sit up, only to realize with a jolt of panic that he can't move. His arms and legs feel heavy, leaden, the muscles screaming in protest as he tries to shift his weight. He's lying on a bed, the sheets beneath him sticky and cool to the touch. Sam's brow furrows in confusion until a sudden, sharp movement from below makes him gasp. That's when he feels it - the thick, heavy length of Ivanov's cock, still buried deep inside him, twitching and pulsing with renewed vigor.
Sam's eyes fly open, his gaze blurring as he struggles to focus. As his vision comes into clarity, he sees Ivanov looming over him, his face a mask of dark intensity, his hips rocking steadily between Sam's thighs. The room is a mess, broken glass littering the floor, the air thick with the coppery scent of blood and the musky aroma of sex.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Sam croaks, his voice hoarse and ragged, his throat sore from screaming. He tries to push at Ivanov's chest, but his arms are weak, his movements sluggish and uncoordinated. Ivanov just smirks, his eyes glinting with a manic light. "Oh baby, I almost thought you were dead." He says as he leans down to capture Sam's lips in a brutal kiss.
"I love you so much, Sam," Ivanov murmurs against Sam's mouth, his voice a dark, possessive rumble. "I love you more than anything. More than life itself. I.. I can't live without you. You know I'm only doing this because of you. Us." He punctuates his words with a sharp thrust of his hips, burying himself to the hilt in Sam's tight heat.
Love...? Sam thought, his vision getting groggy. He wasn't even sure of what's happening as his mind has already given up. Now it's just those desires that eating him up.
Sam whimpers into the kiss, his body jolting with the force of Ivanov's thrust. He can feel the sticky, drying semen coating his skin, painting his chest and belly, marking him as Ivanov's. It makes him feel dirty, used, like a cheap whore.
Sam shudders as Ivanov's hips continue their relentless pace, each thrust sending jolts of pained pleasure through his battered body. He's trapped beneath Ivanov's larger frame, unable to move, unable to escape. The bandage on his head throbs in time with his racing heart, a dull ache that makes him feel dizzy and disoriented.
"I... I love you too," Sam hears himself whisper, the words falling from his lips before he can stop them. He's not sure if he means it, not really. But there's a part of him, a broken, desperate part, that craves Ivanov's twisted affection. It's like he's falling into a dark abyss, the edges of his mind fracturing, his sense of self dissolving in the face of Ivanov's intense obsession.
Ivanov grins, a fierce, almost manic smile that sends a chill down Sam's spine. "Yes, you do. You love me, Sam. You're mine, forever and always." He leans down, his teeth sinking into the soft skin of Sam's neck, biting down hard enough to leave another vivid mark. Sam cries out, the pain sharp and electric, shooting through his nerve endings like a jolt of lightning.
But even as Sam cries out, he finds himself arching into Ivanov's touch, his body betraying him once again. His cock, despite the pain and the fear, starts to harden, rising to attention as Ivanov's hips continue their brutal pace. Sam's mind is a whirlwind of confusion, his thoughts a tangled mess of conflicting emotions. He knows he should run, should flee this dark, twisted situation and never look back. But a part of him, a broken, desperate part, craves Ivanov's touch, his affection, his love. It's like he's trapped in a dark, twisted version of Stockholm syndrome, his mind and body betraying him at every turn.