He puts her on her knees and hands

He puts her on her knees and hands because he wants to take her like an animal. Later, as he fucks her hard until she bleeds, striking her head and back with his leather belt whenever he wants, Mariko's almost inhuman scream makes him feel even more powerful than ever.

Part 2. Extreme Hatred

Takumi stood defiantly in the middle of the luxurious hotel room. Truthfully speaking, he was scared. His heart raced so fast inside his chest that he thought it would jump out of his mouth. He prayed that it would truly happen because then he would die and it would solve his problem. But of course, luck hadn't sided with him and his family for the last few months and such a good fortune would never happen.

Right across of him, sitting in the comfortable chair with a bearing that screamed power, Asami Ryuichi relaxed and observed him arrogantly. A glass of high quality whiskey in hand, the older man took his time assessing the 'good' he just bought. Takumi knew exactly how much money Asami Ryuichi spent on him. And the powerful man still promised a generous monthly allowance that would help to pay his family debt. The boy, still at the tender age of early 19, was not naive enough to believe that the crime lord would spend that much money just for watching him like this.

"Strip."

The order was cold and sharp. It was not unexpected, but Takumi still cringed at the thought. He had no other choice, though, so obediently he stripped, trying to do it as clinical as possible. His hands trembled when finally he took his underwear off. Like a mantra, he silently chanted a name, trying to find comfort at the thought of the woman that he loved.

Aoi. Give me strength. Aoi. Oh, Aoi.

"Hands at your side, brat. Face straight at me. Open your eyes. I want to see what I bought."

Again, that emotionless voice gave an order. He moved his hands to his sides, hoping he could close his eyes to hide his embarrassment but knowing better that to disobey the order. Asami Ryuichi's secretary had spent a week training him on how to behave. Tears pooled at the corner of his eyes, but Takumi blinked to stop it from falling. He was determined not to show any weakness to this man.

"Hmm, way too muscular and tall for my taste. Your skin color is a bit too dark as well," his master complained. "But you have almost the same fire in your pure hazelnut eyes."

The comment didn't make any sense for him. The same fire with what? He wanted to ask but he was too shock to voice his question because he noticed that, for the first time, there was a hint of emotion in that cold voice. It was very subtle, carefully hidden deep under layers and layers of tight control. But Takumi knew that it was there. Other people might not notice it. But Takumi had spent hours daily observing everything around him, trying to capture the emotion of both living and non-living things through his paintings.

Was that sadness? Longing? Love?

He knew it didn't matter what emotion his master tried to hide. It wouldn't change the situation. But analyzing it in his head gave him something to concentrate on, something other than what would happen soon.

"I know you had a girlfriend. Hara Aoi, wasn't it?"

He gritted his teeth in anger. This man didn't deserve to say that sacred name. He felt that it would somehow taint the pure Aoi.

"Did you sleep with her?"

That was an unexpected question and Takumi instantly blushed. His face, neck, and ears felt hot from shame. He opened his mouth to answer, however, he found that he couldn't find any word.

"Ah, you didn't," his master correctly guessed based on his reaction to the question. "You are a virgin. What a pleasant surprise."

Takumi flinched at the comment. It sounded as if Asami Ryuichi just bought a house or something and the man was happy to found that the house came with a complete set of furniture.

"Have you ever slept with anyone else, then? A man? A woman?"

"Why do you even bother to ask? You know everything about me already," he tried to dodge the question.

"There are only so much that a private investigator can find. Most of the times, a person hides more than what we can find about him," the master explained with a surprising patience. "So, anyone before?"

"Why does it matter?" He asked with a feeling of being utterly defeated. "You have me. Isn't that enough? Do you have to humiliate me as well?"

His master didn't reply immediately. When Asami Ryuichi finally spoke again, his next statement wasn't related in any way with their previous discussion. Takumi breathed a relief sigh, believing that the subject would be left behind. At that point, Takumi didn't know that Asami Ryuichi would never let go of anything that the man wanted.

"Your father showed me your paintings. They were impressive. You have talent."

The boy laughed bitterly. "It doesn't matter now. I won't be able to paint anymore. But, thank you, I guess."

"Why won't you paint anymore? Do you hate it?"

Takumi snorted. "Kirishima told me that you didn't like anyone from your 'collection' to go outside. I would be trapped inside the house. I guess, you wouldn't allow me to paint as well. I just need to sit like a pretty little toy, waiting for you to visit in the wee hours of the night."

His master tilted his head as if he was considering his next words carefully. "True," the man said. "I didn't like that person to go outside, because it was dangerous. But what I said regarding this issue had never mattered in the first place. So you can go outside and continue to paint, if that is what you want. It will be boring to visit a pretty little toy who just sit there obediently."

Again, his master made another confusing statement. But at least Takumi knew now that he could continue to paint. It was more than what he expected he would get. Painting was his life. He couldn't imagine a life without it.

His relief must be written in his face, though, because Asami Ryuichi smirked at him and calmly said, "I saw this painting of yours. It was truly beautiful. The object was a very young man or woman; I couldn't guess the gender. He or she looked to be sleeping soundly. A very simple painting but it was obvious that you put so much love there."

Takumi froze in shock. It was a secret he had hidden carefully, a desire he had admitted to no one, a painful memory that he just managed to forget because of Aoi's unconditional love. But now, this man came and poked on that wound nonchalantly. Oh god, he hated this man so much. Please, please, let Asami Ryuichi be damned to the seventh hell for every misery he brought to others.

"My best friend. He died years ago," he finally answered sourly. "I always believed that I hid it well."

That painting showed only part of a sleeping face. People didn't even pay much attention to it because it was very different from his usual style. Takumi was actually impressed that this man who seemed to know nothing but blood and violence would be able to see past through the thick layers of colors to find the hidden meaning.

Kết quả (Việt) 1:

Ông đặt mình trên đầu gối và bàn tay của mình vì ông muốn đưa cô như một con thú. Sau đó, khi ông fucks cô khó khăn cho đến khi nó chảy máu, Ấn tượng đầu và trở lại với vành đai da của mình bất cứ khi nào anh ta muốn, Mariko của gần như vô nhân đạo scream làm cho anh ta cảm thấy mạnh mẽ hơn hơn bao giờ hết.Phần 2. Cực hận thùTakumi defiantly đứng ở giữa phòng khách sạn sang trọng. Trung thực nói, ông là sợ hãi. Trái tim của mình đua quá nhanh bên trong ngực của mình mà ông nghĩ rằng nó sẽ nhảy ra khỏi miệng của mình. Ông đã cầu nguyện rằng nó sẽ thực sự xảy ra bởi vì sau đó ông sẽ chết và nó sẽ giải quyết vấn đề của mình. Nhưng tất nhiên, may mắn đã không mặt với anh ta và gia đình cho vài tháng qua và một tài sản tốt sẽ không bao giờ xảy ra.Ngay bên kia của ông, ngồi trên ghế thoải mái với một vòng bi gào lên quyền lực, Asami Ryuichi thoải mái và quan sát anh ta kiểm. Một ly rượu whiskey chất lượng cao trong tay, người đàn ông lớn mất của mình thời gian đánh giá 'tốt' ông chỉ cần mua. Takumi biết chính xác bao nhiêu tiền Asami Ryuichi chi về anh ta. Và người đàn ông mạnh mẽ vẫn đã hứa một phụ cấp hàng tháng hào phóng sẽ giúp đỡ để trả nợ của mình cho gia đình. Cậu bé, vẫn còn ở tuổi đấu thầu đầu 19, đã không ngây thơ đủ để tin rằng Chúa tội phạm sẽ chi tiêu nhiều tiền chỉ để xem anh ta như thế này."Dải."The order was cold and sharp. It was not unexpected, but Takumi still cringed at the thought. He had no other choice, though, so obediently he stripped, trying to do it as clinical as possible. His hands trembled when finally he took his underwear off. Like a mantra, he silently chanted a name, trying to find comfort at the thought of the woman that he loved.Aoi. Give me strength. Aoi. Oh, Aoi."Hands at your side, brat. Face straight at me. Open your eyes. I want to see what I bought."Again, that emotionless voice gave an order. He moved his hands to his sides, hoping he could close his eyes to hide his embarrassment but knowing better that to disobey the order. Asami Ryuichi's secretary had spent a week training him on how to behave. Tears pooled at the corner of his eyes, but Takumi blinked to stop it from falling. He was determined not to show any weakness to this man."Hmm, way too muscular and tall for my taste. Your skin color is a bit too dark as well," his master complained. "But you have almost the same fire in your pure hazelnut eyes."The comment didn't make any sense for him. The same fire with what? He wanted to ask but he was too shock to voice his question because he noticed that, for the first time, there was a hint of emotion in that cold voice. It was very subtle, carefully hidden deep under layers and layers of tight control. But Takumi knew that it was there. Other people might not notice it. But Takumi had spent hours daily observing everything around him, trying to capture the emotion of both living and non-living things through his paintings.Was that sadness? Longing? Love?He knew it didn't matter what emotion his master tried to hide. It wouldn't change the situation. But analyzing it in his head gave him something to concentrate on, something other than what would happen soon."I know you had a girlfriend. Hara Aoi, wasn't it?"He gritted his teeth in anger. This man didn't deserve to say that sacred name. He felt that it would somehow taint the pure Aoi."Did you sleep with her?"That was an unexpected question and Takumi instantly blushed. His face, neck, and ears felt hot from shame. He opened his mouth to answer, however, he found that he couldn't find any word."Ah, you didn't," his master correctly guessed based on his reaction to the question. "You are a virgin. What a pleasant surprise."Takumi flinched at the comment. It sounded as if Asami Ryuichi just bought a house or something and the man was happy to found that the house came with a complete set of furniture."Have you ever slept with anyone else, then? A man? A woman?""Why do you even bother to ask? You know everything about me already," he tried to dodge the question."There are only so much that a private investigator can find. Most of the times, a person hides more than what we can find about him," the master explained with a surprising patience. "So, anyone before?""Why does it matter?" He asked with a feeling of being utterly defeated. "You have me. Isn't that enough? Do you have to humiliate me as well?"His master didn't reply immediately. When Asami Ryuichi finally spoke again, his next statement wasn't related in any way with their previous discussion. Takumi breathed a relief sigh, believing that the subject would be left behind. At that point, Takumi didn't know that Asami Ryuichi would never let go of anything that the man wanted."Your father showed me your paintings. They were impressive. You have talent."The boy laughed bitterly. "It doesn't matter now. I won't be able to paint anymore. But, thank you, I guess.""Why won't you paint anymore? Do you hate it?"Takumi snorted. "Kirishima told me that you didn't like anyone from your 'collection' to go outside. I would be trapped inside the house. I guess, you wouldn't allow me to paint as well. I just need to sit like a pretty little toy, waiting for you to visit in the wee hours of the night."His master tilted his head as if he was considering his next words carefully. "True," the man said. "I didn't like that person to go outside, because it was dangerous. But what I said regarding this issue had never mattered in the first place. So you can go outside and continue to paint, if that is what you want. It will be boring to visit a pretty little toy who just sit there obediently."Again, his master made another confusing statement. But at least Takumi knew now that he could continue to paint. It was more than what he expected he would get. Painting was his life. He couldn't imagine a life without it.His relief must be written in his face, though, because Asami Ryuichi smirked at him and calmly said, "I saw this painting of yours. It was truly beautiful. The object was a very young man or woman; I couldn't guess the gender. He or she looked to be sleeping soundly. A very simple painting but it was obvious that you put so much love there."Takumi froze in shock. It was a secret he had hidden carefully, a desire he had admitted to no one, a painful memory that he just managed to forget because of Aoi's unconditional love. But now, this man came and poked on that wound nonchalantly. Oh god, he hated this man so much. Please, please, let Asami Ryuichi be damned to the seventh hell for every misery he brought to others."My best friend. He died years ago," he finally answered sourly. "I always believed that I hid it well."
That painting showed only part of a sleeping face. People didn't even pay much attention to it because it was very different from his usual style. Takumi was actually impressed that this man who seemed to know nothing but blood and violence would be able to see past through the thick layers of colors to find the hidden meaning.