#dominating whumper

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Noah shuddered, the tears welling in his eyes mixing with the blood and sweat on his face. He tried to pull away, but the strings only tightened, biting deeper into his flesh. Andrey laughed softly, a sound that sent shivers down Noah's spine.

"Struggle all you want, slave.," Andrey murmured, his lips brushing against Noah's ear. "You'll only hurt yourself more. Accept your fate, and perhaps, just perhaps, I'll show you a mercy."

But Noah knew there would be no mercy. Not from Andrey. The prince's touch was as cold and unyielding as the chains that bound him. Nevertheless, he was too ensnared in his thoughts to make out Andrey's words. He felt as if he was teetering on the brink of insanity. There was just pain, pain, and more pain.

Every moment in this hellish place was a relentless assault on his mind and body. The constant pain, the fear, the humiliation—it was all too much. Noah's thoughts raced, a chaotic whirl of memories and nightmares. He remembered his life before this, the freedom he had taken for granted, now a distant, cruel dream. He remembered his mother making rhubarb pie for him. His sister running around the house lighting it up with her talkative nature.

Why is this happening to me? What did I do to deserve this? The questions had been echoing in his mind ever since he came here but now he heard them ring in his ears louder than before. He felt his grip on reality slipping, the edges of his sanity fraying with each passing second.

Noah's heart pounded in his chest, each beat a drum of panic. He tried to focus on something, anything to ground himself, but all he could see were the s, the blood, the darkness.

I'm finally losing it. I'm losing my mind. The thought was like a dagger to his heart. A part of him wanted to laugh at himself, at this whole shitty situation while the other wanted to just sob at his helplessness. The fear of what he was becoming was almost worse than the pain itself. He was no longer just a captive; he was a broken man, teetering on the edge of madness.

Andrey's voice broke through the fog of his thoughts, a chilling voice in his head that repeated again and again. "You're mine, Noah. Mind, body, and soul. There's no escape for you. No hope. No mercy." He wanted to help him to shut up but it felt as if he couldn't open his mouth anymore.

Wait.. What was he doing here again..?

Noah's vision blurred with tears, his body trembling. He wanted to scream, to beg for release, but he knew it would only bring more torment. He was trapped, not just physically, but mentally, emotionally. The shackles that held him were more than just physical restraints; they were the bonds of his shattered will, the chains of his despair.

I can't do this. I can't keep going. The thought was a desperate plea, a cry into the void. But there was no one to hear it, no one to save him.

The room seemed to close in around him, the walls pressing in, the air growing thin. He was suffocating, drowning in his own fear and pain.

Help me. Someone, please, help me. Please help me please help me- The plea repeated in his mind like a chant thought it went unanswered, lost in the abyss of his despair.

He was just a puppet, and Andrey was the puppeteer. And in this twisted game, there were no strings that could be cut to set him free.

(THIS WAS NOT A PART OF THE MAIN SERIES)

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#3: The dance of pain

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CW: Pet whump, violence, torture, psychological manipulation, dominating whumper, captivity, slavery, stress position, power dynamics

As Andrey's hand reached out for the knife, Noah's heart raced like a wild beast trapped in a cage, its frantic beats echoing in his ears, each pulse a drumbeat of impending doom. The glint of the blade sent a shiver down his spine, his mind swirling with horrific visions of what was to come.

"Please... don't..." Noah's voice quivered, barely audible over the thunderous pounding of his own heart. But his plea fell on deaf ears as Andrey's cruel smirk widened, relishing Noah's fear like a sadistic predator savoring its prey's distress.

With agonizing slowness, Andrey dragged the tip of the knife along Noah's chest, the cold steel leaving a trail of icy dread in its wake. Noah's breath hitched as the fabric of his shirt parted under the blade, exposing his vulnerable skin to the mercy of Andrey's whims.

Relief washed over him momentarily when Andrey placed the knife down, only to be swiftly replaced by dread as Andrey's hand reached for the whip. Noah had almost forgotten about the whip... almost.

The crack of the whip split the air, causing Noah to flinch violently at the sound. He couldn't fathom the agony of that thing lashing against his body.

"You're all bark and no bite, huh? Look at you," Andrey sneered, creeping up behind Noah, tracing his back with the whip. "You were cussing me out only a few minutes ago. But you're just a little pest, waiting to be squished when brought in front of fear."

"I'm not... I'm not just some... some pest..." Noah's voice trembled with defiance, but it was a feeble flame struggling to burn against the gale of Andrey's cruelty.

Andrey's laughter echoed in the chamber, a chilling melody that danced on the edge of madness. "Oh, but you are, pet," he taunted, his voice dripping with venom as he circled Noah like a vulture eyeing its prey. "A pathetic little pest, begging for mercy from its master."

With a snarl, Andrey brought the whip down upon Noah's back savagely. The crack of leather against flesh echoed through the chamber, sending shivers racing down Noah's spine as pain exploded across his body like wildfire.

He had never experienced anything like this before. His whole back was on fire, and he felt as if he couldn't do something as simple as breathe.

Before Noah could recover from the brutal hit, Andrey brought the whip down again, making Noah scream out loud from the searing pain.

"Not so mouthy now, are we?" Andrey mocked, bringing the whip down once again.

The crack of leather against skin echoed through the room followed by Noah's raspy screaming. His body convulsed with each brutal strike, his muscles tensing and contorting in agony. He bit down hard on his lip, the metallic tang of blood flooding his mouth as he fought to stifle the screams clawing at his throat.

Tears flowed down his cheeks, blurring his vision as he hung suspended in the suffocating darkness of his despair. Every fiber of his being screamed for Andrey to stop. To stop all of this. He just wanted to go back home to his mother. Was that too much to ask for? To have freedom?

Unfortunately for him, it was too much to ask for. If by any chance Noah had found the courage and lung capacity between the lashes to speak the same, Andrey would've probably left him half-dead in the chamber.

"With every lash, I will give you a rule to follow, and you will repeat after me. Understood?" When no response was given except for small sobs, Andrey grabbed Noah's hair, pulling his head back as the other cried out.

"Understood?"

Noah managed a weak nod, blinking through his blurred vision. Andrey decided to let the lack of a vocal answer slide, sensing Noah's unfamiliarity with his twisted game.

Another lash landed on Noah's back with a harsh crack. "You will address me as Sir. Using my name will only land you with more punishment."

Noah could hardly think, let alone be expected to repeat these sick rules that Andrey was concocting for him. A sob tore from his throat. Andrey only rewarded him with two consecutive lashes when hr decided Noah was taking too long to speak.

"I-I will address you by Sir."

"You will not show me any attitude."

With every rule, a white-hot searing pain overcame him from the whip.

"S-STOP! PLEASE!"

Andrey rolled his eyes, delivering another lash "Not what I want to hear, pet."

Noah felt his fingers growing numb, the cuffs digging into his wrists, raw and bleeding. "I-I will n-not show... atti-attitude," he stammered, his voice fading into a broken murmur.

"You will speak only when spoken to unless it's absolutely necessary."

A strained groan escaped his lips as his head lolled forward. A broken scream tore from his lips when Andrey dug his finger into one of his wounds. "Wake yourself up."

"I will- I-I will only speak when spo-spoken to..." Noah stuttered, his words muddled by tears and pain. He tripped over slurred words, simply breaking down into more sobs.

Each lash of the whip seared into his flesh, each command drilled into his shattered psyche, stripping away every ounce of his humanity until there was nothing left but a hollow shell, a puppet dancing to Andrey's twisted desires. Noah's eyes eventually closed, his head slumping forward as the much awaited unconsciousness welcomed him.

And in that suffocating darkness, Noah prayed for a miracle, a glimmer of hope to break through the despair that threatened to consume him whole. But in the heart of Andrey's chamber, hope was a fragile whisper drowned out by the cruel laughter of a tormentor who reveled in the suffering of his prey.

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Sypnosis: (I suck at these /./) In a world where power reigns supreme, Noah, a 17-year-old, finds himself thrust into a nightmare beyond comprehension. He's kidnapped by Andrey if it even is called kidnapping. All the torture he endures, everything he goes through whether it be mental or physical torture. Everything is legal and no one can stop it unless they want to be beheaded. Forced to become a slave, Noah's life turned a 180 degree turn where betrayal and pain lurks at every corner and shadow.

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MAIN STORY

#1: The beast's pet

#2:Andey's Chamber

#3:The dance of pain

#4:Fractured Hope

#5: Beyond the gilded cage

#6: Bruised and Broken

#7: Flight

#8: Cat and mouse

#9: Crimson

#10: No way out

#11: Never Again

#12: Empty Doesn't Hurt Enough

Try searching Shackled by Royalty Asks for some extra content!! <3

EXTRAS

~Left out in the cold

~Going Insane

~Escape attempt

~Good boy

~You can scream all you want

REVENGE IS A DISH BEST SERVED COLD (WHUMPEE!ANDREY AU)

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~2

~3

~4

~5

~6

ART AND PICREWS

~Quick sketch of Noah

~My beaten-up baby noah from Going insane

~More Noah from Good boy

~Picrew

#2: Andrey's Chamber

Guys please send in some asks or requests for writing cuz my brain is too dead and can't think of anything right now. I need some ideas, please. Anyywayssss part 2 of shackled by Royalty!!

CW: threat of harm, whip mention, future punishment, slavery, pet whump, dominating and creepy whumper, captivity, slight panic attack, stress position, knives, defiant whumpee

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Noah's mind whirled with a mix of panic and defiance as he found himself trapped in this nightmarish scenario. He had heard tales of the Kozlov family's iron grip over the region, their name synonymous with power and ruthlessness. And now, he was at the mercy of their heir apparent. Forced to become a slave.

The question echoed relentlessly in Noah's mind "Why me..?"

Andrey circled him like a predator ready to pounce on their prey, his gaze cold and calculating, relishing in Noah's helplessness. "You belong to me now, pet," he declared with chilling finality. "Your life is mine to command."

Noah's mind whirled with a maelstrom of emotions—fear, anger, confusion—all entwined in a tangled web of despair. Trapped in this nightmarish reality, he struggled to grasp onto any semblance of hope or escape. Noah's mind raced, trying to piece together fragments of information, to make sense of the nightmare unfolding before him. Viktor Kozlov—the name reverberated in his mind like a death knell. He had heard whispers of the Kozlov family, whispers of their influence and ruthlessness. But never in his wildest nightmares did he imagine he would become entangled in their web of darkness.

"P-Please.." Noah's breath came in ragged gasps, his heart hammering in his chest so hard, that he might've just thought he was going insane. "I don't know what you want from me, but I-I swear.. I swear, I'll do anything-"

He heard the prince sighing as if Noah was nothing more than just a mere child unable to understand a simple thing. "Oh my dear pet.." Andrey's demeanor shifted, amusement dancing in his cold eyes as he toyed with Noah's desperation. His fingers curled under Noah's chin.

"You still think you can get away from this huh?" He spoke in an almost.. pitiful voice putting a finger to Noah's chest noticing how he almost suddenly flinched. "You belong to me.. Body, mind and soul. And I will mold you into the perfect servant, the perfect pet, to serve me and my family's interests."

Noah's breath caught in his throat, the weight of Andrey's words crushing him beneath their unbearable truth. He was no longer a free man—he was a prisoner, a plaything, at the mercy of forces beyond his control. A mere pet. Not even a person anymore in the eyes of the government and authorities.

"S-Stop! You're insane!! YOU CAN'T KEEP ME HERE!" Noah's protest was met with a brutal slap, the sting reverberating through his skull. How many times had he been slapped today?

"You've had your chances pet. But I can't let you go around talking back whenever you want to." His face had become undeniably dark, as if he was ready to murder someone. Andrey looked at the two guards standing from the corner of his eye before he ordered "Get him to the chamber"

Noah's face paled. "W-What? WHAT CHAMBER?! STOP LET ME GO!" He struggled, kicking his legs and punching as the guards removed some of his chains dragging him to the dreaded "chamber".

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Noah had been suspended, with his arms chained above his head. His feet were barely grazing the ground, being in an overly uncomfortable position as all his weight went primarily to his shoulders and arms. His breath was shallow and labored, a testament to the panic and anxiety coursing through him. Maybe he shouldn't have said all that... But then again he didn't really regret what he said. That bastard deserved that and more.

As if on cue, the door was slammed open earning a violent flinch from Noah. Andrey came in poised with the usual "princely type" manner. A cruel smile twisted Andrey's lips, revealing teeth like sharpened daggers ready to tear into flesh. The air around him seemed to grow thick with malevolence, suffocating Noah with its suffocating presence. As he towered over Noah, his presence looming like a specter of death, Andrey's fingers curled into fists, the knuckles white with suppressed fury.

This was different. It wasn't just slaps anymore. Andrey looked like he was about to rip off Noah's skin. Noah felt shivers trickling down his skin. He could feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, a primal instinct urging him to flee from the impending danger that lurked in Andrey's gaze but the chains on him were clearly against that.

"Cat got your tongue now?" Andrey practically hissed at Noah walking over to the varieties of tools laid down on a table that Noah hadn't even noticed yet. And he wished he hadn't. HIs voice sent shivers down Noah's spine as he looked at the different instruments and judging which one to pick silently.

Noah remained silent, knowing that any words would only invite further punishment. His eyes widened in terror as Andrey's hand closed around a whip, the promise of pain gleaming in his eyes.

But it was the sight of the knife that truly chilled Noah to the bone. Andrey's approach was deliberate, his breath hot against Noah's ear as he whispered his sinister command.

"Stay very still, Noah..."

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In the dimly lit basement of an old, dilapidated house, a figure huddled in the corner, trembling with fear. Whumpee trembled. They should've never tried running away. Everything was going so good and they-.. they just had to ruin it.. Please oh god I cant take this.. Whumpee curled up in a ball, their heart pounding with dread, they knew there punishment would be sever.

The sound of footsteps echoed through the basement, signaling Whumper's approach. Whumpee's breath caught in their throat as the door swung open, revealing the towering figure of their tormentor. Whumper's eyes glinted with malice as he advanced towards whumpee, a sadistic smile curling his lips.

"You thought you could escape from me, didn't you, boy?" Whumper's voice was low and menacing, sending shivers down Whumpee's spine.

"I-I'm sorry," Whumpee stammered, their voice barely a whisper. "I didn't mean to disobey you."

"Sorry isn't good enough," Whumper growled, grabbing whumpee by the collar and hauling them to their feet. "You need to learn your place, and I'm going to make sure you never forget it."

Without warning, Whumper lashed out, his fist connecting with Whumpee's jaw with a sickening thud. They cried out in pain, feeling the metallic tang of blood fill their mouth as their head spun from the impact.

Blows rained down upon whumpee, each one more punishing than the last. They cried out in agony, their body convulsing with pain as Whumper's rage consumed them. Bruises bloomed on whumpee's skin like dark flowers, and tears streamed down their face, mingling with the blood that trickled from their wounds.

Again and again, Whumper struck out with brutal precision, each blow landing with the force of a sledgehammer. Whumpee cried out in pain, their body wracked with agony as they tried in vain to shield themselves from the onslaught.

The whumpee's cries of agony echoed off the cold stone walls, each hit leaving behind a searing trail of pain. With each strike, they felt their spirit breaking, the weight of their disobedience bearing down upon them like a crushing weight.

Eventually, the onslaught ceased, and Whumpee was left lying on the cold concrete floor, bruised and bloodied, their breath coming in ragged gasps. Through tear-blurred eyes, they saw Whumper looming over them, a cruel smile playing on his lips.

"Remember this moment, boy," Whumper sneered. "Remember who owns you, and never dare to defy me again."

#5: Beyond the Gilded Cage

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CW: Captivity, Slavery, pet whump, cigarettes :), coercion, violence, oppression, dominating whumper

Noah's heart raced as he lay on the cot, his mind swirling with dread at the thought of meeting Andrey's parents. If Andrey was anything to go by, his parents were likely to be just as cold and ruthless. He clenched his fists, willing himself to remain composed despite the fear gnawing at his insides.

True to his word, Andrey returned after what felt like an eternity of Noah being trapped in his thoughts, his presence filling the room with an oppressive weight. Noah braced himself, steeling his nerves for whatever was to come.

"Ready to meet my parents, pet?" Andrey's voice was as commanding as ever.

Noah nodded remembering the rules that Andrey had taught him, his voice barely a whisper. "Y-Yes, sir."

Noah struggled to his feet, his movements slow and pained from the so called "punishment" he had been given only a few days before. The guards moved to support him, but Andrey waved them off, wanting Noah to stand on his own. Noah swallowed hard, forcing himself to stand tall despite the agony that radiated through his body.

"Remember what I said," Andrey whispered, his breath hot against Noah's ear. "One wrong move, one hint of defiance, and you'll regret it."

Noah nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. "Yes, sir," he replied, his voice trembling.

Andrey led him out of the room and down a long, dimly lit corridor. The air was heavy with a sense of foreboding, each step echoing like a drumbeat of impending doom. Noah's mind raced with thoughts of what awaited him, his anxiety mounting with every passing moment.

They reached a set of grand double doors, intricately carved with Russian symbols. The guards standing before the doors bowed to Andrey respectfully and then pushed them open, revealing a lavishly decorated dining hall.

At the head of the table sat two imposing figures that Noah recognized from newspapers and tabloid magazines—Viktor Kozlov, a man whose presence exuded authority and ruthlessness and with a cigarette in his hand, and his wife, Elena, whose icy beauty was matched only by the coldness in her eyes.

"Mother, Father," Andrey greeted them with a slight bow keeping a hand on Noah's back making the young boy shudder. "This is the new... acquisition."

Noah's heart pounded in his chest as he was brought forward, his gaze dropping to the floor in a gesture of submission. He fought to keep his breathing steady, his body trembling with the effort.

Viktor's eyes raked over Noah, assessing him with a critical eye. "So this is the one you've chosen," he said, his voice a deep rumble.

"Indeed, Father"

Noah's palms were slick with sweat as he tried to steady his trembling hands. The atmosphere in the room was suffocating, the weight of their expectations and Andrey's simmering anger pressing down on him.

Elena finally spoke, her voice as cold as her gaze. "Andrey, dear, what are your plans for this one? He seems... delicate."

Andrey's lips curled into a smile that sent a shiver down Noah's spine. "Oh, Mother, I have plans to ensure he becomes a valuable asset to our family. He will learn to obey without question."

A cold silence settled over the room, punctuated only by the faint ticking of an ornate clock on the mantelpiece. Noah's heart raced, his mind desperately searching for a way to survive this encounter.

Lady Kozlov's gaze bore into him, her eyes like shards of ice. "Speak, boy. What skills do you possess?"

Skill? What the hell was he supposed to say now? He looked at Andrey from the corner of his eye who just tightened the hand on his back eliciting a small hiss of pain as his previous wounds throbbed.

Noah swallowed hard, his mind racing. "I-I can learn quickly, m-my lady," he stammered thankful he was able to think of something.

Elena arched a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, her gaze piercing as she regarded Noah with thinly veiled contempt. "Quick learner, hm? We shall see about that."

Viktor leaned forward, his gaze fixed on Noah with a calculating intensity. "And what of your obedience, boy? Can we trust you to follow orders without question?"

Noah bit back a retort, the bitterness of his situation clawing at his throat.

"Trust?" he scoffed, his voice dripping with disdain. "You expect trust from someone you've chained like an animal?"

A collective gasp echoed through the room, followed by a tense silence. Andrey's fingers dug into Noah's back, his nails drawing blood as he fought to maintain his composure.

"Watch your tongue, slave," Andrey growled, his voice a dangerous whisper.

But Noah couldn't stop himself, the anger boiling within him like a cauldron ready to overflow.

"Slave?" he spat, his voice rising with every word. "I am not some piece of property for you to command at your whim!! I am a human being, fuck this! A-All of you! All of you are fucked up! Just because you have money y-you think you can do whatever the fuck you want! Where's the goddamn humanity in you ASSHOLES!" Angry tears filled his eyes.

The room fell into stunned silence, the weight of Noah's words hanging heavy in the air like a curse. Andrey's face contorted with rage, his eyes flashing dangerously as he advanced on Noah, his grip on him tightening until it was almost unbearable.

"I told you one thing. One. Thing." Andrey's voice was a low growl, his fury barely contained. "I told you just not to be disobedient and you go and do just that." Andrey chuckled lowly.

Before Noah could react, Andrey's hand lashed out, striking him across the face with a force that sent him reeling. Pain exploded behind his eyes as he staggered backward, the taste of blood filling his mouth.

"O-One thing? You've kidnapped me!!" Noah lashed out, his voice going higher in pitch from crying.

Andrey was about to slap him again before Viktor held up a hand, a signal for him to stop. Viktor remained quiet before walking up to Noah, looking at him as if he was no more than just a pet waiting to be disciplined.

He held up the cigarette in his hand, making Noah's eyes move towards it in confusion before it pressed down hard on his arm.

Noah cried out in pain as the burning tip of the cigarette seared his flesh, leaving behind a sizzling trail of agony. He writhed in Andrey's grasp, the scent of singed skin filling the air as he struggled against the overwhelming pain while desperately trying to pull his arm back.

Viktor watched with a cold detachment, his expression unreadable as he observed Noah's suffering. Elena remained seated, her gaze fixed on Noah with curiosity, as if studying a particularly revolting insect.

Suddenly, the cigarette pressed down again, eliciting a scream from Noah who started sobbing in pain. The cigarette was lifted but the pain didn't go. It still felt as if his whole world went hot white.

Why is this happening to me? Another hard sob escaped him.

"You should make your pet behave, Andrey. We cannot afford to have disobedience tarnishing our reputation, especially now." Viktor spoke as he threw the cigarette aside.

Andrey's jaw tightened. "I am handling the situation, Father," he replied through gritted teeth. "Rest assured, Noah will learn his place soon enough."

Viktor's expression remained unreadable as he regarded his son, a silent challenge burning in his eyes. "See that you do." With a dismissive wave of his hand, Viktor turned away, his attention already drifting back to the matters of business that consumed his every waking moment.

Andrey then looked down at the weeping boy and started dragging him out the throne room in frustration.

Noah's sobs continued to wrack his body, each breath a painful reminder of his helplessness in the face of such merciless tyranny as Andrey continued dragging the helpless young boy.

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#4: Fractured hope

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CW: Mention of abuse, captivity, panic attacks, extreme distress, noah being a sad boi, pet whump, slavery

Noah's senses swam in the murky depths of semi-consciousness, his body hanging limply in the chains that held him suspended. He drifted in and out of awareness, the relentless pain a constant anchor dragging him back to the nightmarish reality. The chamber was silent now, Andrey having left him to marinate in his agony and humiliation.

Somewhere in the haze of his thoughts, Noah registered the sound of a door creaking open, followed by the muffled shuffle of footsteps. He tried to open his eyes, but they felt like they were weighted down with lead.

Every movement sent waves of agony rippling through his battered frame, a constant reminder of the horrors he had endured at the hands of his merciless captor.

"He's in bad shape," a soft voice murmured, tinged with professional detachment. "We need to get him down and treat those wounds."

Rough hands grabbed Noah's arms, releasing the shackles that had held him captive. He slumped forward, unable to support his own weight. Two figures caught him before he could collapse to the ground, their grips firm.

Noah slowly blinked through dried eyes as if registering his surroundings. A hazy man came in sight with a needle in hand. The glint of the needle in hand sent a jolt of fear through Noah's mudded mind.

"No, no, no..." he muttered, his voice barely a whisper, raw from screaming. Panic surged, adrenaline cutting through the fog of his thoughts. He thrashed weakly, trying to free himself from the hands that held him, but his strength was all but gone.

The man came in sight. He was an average sized man with dark brown hair and kind eyes that were filled with.. pity?

The man shushed Noah gently, but Noah wouldn't, couldn't, hear the reassurance, couldn't see anything beyond the needle's sharp point.

Noah's vision blurred as tears filled his eyes, mixing with the grime and blood on his face. Memories of Andrey's cruel smile, the gleaming instruments of pain, the endless hours of torment—everything merged into a single, overwhelming fear.

"He's having a panic attack," another voice said urgently. "We need to calm him down before we can do anything."

"G-Get that away from me!!" Noah stuttered, his voice rising in desperation and panic. "Please ngh! G-Get away!"

The hands on him tightened to prevent him from thrashing around more. Noah felt like a feral animal on a leash living only for the purpose of serving that jackass.

"Shh Shh" The first voice soothed, closer now. A gentle hand touched his face, brushing away the tears. "We're here to help you alright?"

The words struggled to penetrate the thick veil of his terror. Noah choked on a sob forcing his eyes to focus on the figure. Not Andrey. Not right now.

"W-Why...?" He croaked, his voice a raw whisper.

The figures exchanged a glance, then lowered Noah onto the floor. One of them produced a small vial and carefully uncorked it, releasing a pungent aroma that made Noah's stomach churn.

"We're under orders.. slave." The other explained, their tone a matter of fact. Adding the last word only made Noah's chest ache more. "His highness wants you alive. For now."

H-Huh? Noah's heart skipped a beat at the mention of Andrey, a fresh wave of fear washing over him like a tidal wave. But he pushed the fear aside, focusing instead on the fleeting sense of relief that washed over him at the thought of being out of Andrey's clutches, even if only temporarily.

"We're going to help you, okay? You'll feel better once we treat you." The kind voice spoke again, and now that Noah's vision had cleared, he saw that it belonged to a stout man, probably in his mid-twenties, with neatly brushed hair and a physician's cloak over him.

Another man approached the first, murmuring under his breath. "You’re asking for trouble if you get attached to this one. You do remember what happened last time?" The physician sighed. He knew the other was right.

The man took the sigh as a sign to start. They worked efficiently, cleaning the blood from his back and applying a salve that stung fiercely at first before a cooling numbness spread through his wounds. Noah's breath hitched as the pain receded to a dull throb, his mind slowly clawing its way back from the brink of unconsciousness.

"Rest now," The kind physician mumbled so that the others wouldn't hear nevertheless, his voice soothing. "You're safe for the moment."

Safe. The word seemed almost foreign in the context of his current reality, but Noah clung to it like a lifeline. As he drifted into a fitful sleep, his mind continued to wrestle with the fear and uncertainty that had become his constant companions.

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When he awoke, the room was still dim, the only light coming from a small lamp on a nearby table. His body ached, but the pain was more manageable now, dulled by the salve and the rest he had been afforded.

Noah tried to sitting up, but the effort made his head swim. He lay back down, staring at the ceiling trying to block out his memories of the chamber. Never, Never had he in his life ever experienced such pain. His breath quickened, the beginnings of a panic attack clawing at his chest. He closed his eyes, trying to steady his breathing, focusing on the rhythm of his inhales and exhales.

He had no idea how much time had passed when the door creaked open again. Footsteps approached, and Noah braced himself for another round of torment. But instead, a familiar voice reached his ears, cold and commanding.

"Awake already, pet?"

Noah's heart lurched as Andrey stepped into view, his piercing green eyes gleaming with a predatory light. The prince's presence filled the room, suffocating in its intensity.

"Y-yes, sir," Noah managed to croak out, remembering the rules that had been beaten into him. His body tensed, anticipating another wave of pain.

To his surprise, Andrey simply smirked and knelt beside the cot, his gaze sweeping over Noah's bandaged form. "Good. You've learned your place."

Noah's breath came in shallow gasps, his pulse quickening as he struggled to maintain his composure. Andrey reached out, tracing a finger along the edge of one of the bandages, his touch both gentle and menacing. Noah gathered up the courage to speak, his effort at sounding confident gone in vain.

"Y-You wanted me alive..?"

"Damian did a good job at bandaging you up.," Andrey said, his voice a low purr. "You see, breaking you is no fun if you're already broken beyond repair."

Noah swallowed hard, the weight of Andrey's words pressing down on him like a vise. Damian. The physician's name was Dmain. He fought to keep his expression neutral, knowing that any sign of defiance would only invite more punishment which he had learnt the hard way.

Andrey's hand moved to Noah's chin, tilting his head up to meet his gaze. "You will serve me and my family. You should understand that you have no other choice but to leave your old life behind. Wether its the hard or the easy way."

Tears prickled at the corners of Noah's eyes, but he blinked them back and bit his lip slightly, refusing to give Andrey the satisfaction of seeing him break down. "Yes, sir," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Andrey's smile widened, a chilling expression that sent shivers down Noah's spine. "Good. Remember that, and perhaps your time here won't be as unbearable as it could be."

Before Andrey could leave, he turned back looking at Noah, his presence itself dominating. "Oh and I have yet to make you meet my parents huh? Rest up. I'll be back in a few. And don't you even dare show any defiance or bullshit in front of my parents or I swear I will make you see lord jesus."

With that, Andrey stood and turned to leave, his presence a lingering shadow that seemed to drain the light from the room. As the door closed behind him, Noah's resolve wavered, his body trembling with the effort of holding himself together.

For now, he could only bide his time, gathering his strength for the battles that lay ahead wishing Andrey's family wasn't as cruel as him though it only seemed like a childish goal just out of hand now.

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