Sid slipped into the dimly lit chamber, his heart pounding in his chest. The room was lavishly appointed, with a grand four-poster bed dominating the space. The air was thick with the scent of perfume and something else.

His eyes widened as they adjusted to the low light, and he saw a scene that made his blood run cold. Henry, the mayor’s son, stood beside the bed, a glass of whiskey in one hand and a leather whip in the other. On the bed lay Evelise, her body bare and marked with red welts from the whip. Henry’s hips moved rhythmically as he thrust into her. Evelise’s face was turned away. The sight of her helplessness and Henry’s brutality made Sid’s stomach churn.

"Fuck."

Henry’s thrusts grew more violent, his grunts and Evelise’s muffled cries filling the room. He drained the last of his whiskey, then hurled the glass across the chamber where it shattered against the wall. Evelise flinched at the sound, her body trembling beneath him.

With a cruel smirk, Henry reached her bunny long fluffy ears. He roughly pulled it and then pushing her face into the pillow to muffle her sobs.

" There’s my little bunny."

He sneered, gripping her hips and slamming into her with renewed vigor. Henry’s eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure as he ravaged Evelise’s helpless form.

"Ah, your bunny cunt grips me so tightly,"

He panted, his hips thrusting relentlessly.

"Like it was made for my cock. You’re loving this, aren’t you, you little slut?"

Evelise’s only response was a muffled whimper, her body jerking with each brutal thrust. Tears soaked into the pillow beneath her face as she endured Henry’s depraved assault.

"Come on, scream for me,"

Henry demanded, wrapping his hand around her throat and squeezing.

"Let me hear how much you love being fucked by a real man."

Henry pulled out suddenly, leaving Evelise empty and sobbing. He grabbed the whip from the bedside table, cracking it menacingly in the air.

"Let’s hear you scream, bunny,"

He snarled, bringing the leather down across her backside with a sharp crack. Evelise arched off the bed, a piercing shriek tearing from her throat.

"YES! That’s it!"

Henry hissed, striking her again and again until her skin was a network of red welts. Tears streamed down her face as she screamed herself hoarse. Henry tossed the whip aside and flipped Evelise onto her back. He forced her legs apart and plunged into her again, his thrusts growing more frantic.

"I’m going to fill you up! Put my baby in your belly. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Being bred like a little whore?"

Evelise shook her head desperately, but Henry just laughed.

"Oh yes, you would!"

Henry insisted, his voice thick with lust and cruelty.

"I’ll pump you full of my seed, and you’ll carry my child. You’ll be a mother to my freaks."

He gripped her throat tightly, his other hand digging into her hip as he slammed into her mercilessly.

"Say it, Say you want my baby."

Evelise choked and gasped, her eyes wide with terror as Henry’s fingers tightened around her neck. She shook her head weakly, but the words were ripped from her lips as she struggled for air.

"P-please..."

She begged hoarsely. Henry’s eyes flashed with rage at her defiance. He withdrew abruptly and flipped her onto her stomach again. Grabbing a fistful of her hair, he pulled her head back and leaned down to hiss in her ear.

"You don’t get a choice, slut. I own you."

With a brutal thrust, Henry buried himself deep inside Evelise once more. She screamed, the sound muffled by the pillow pressed against her face. Tears soaked into the fabric as he pounded into her relentlessly, his grip on her hips bruising.

"You’re mine,"

He snarled, his breath hot against her ear

."Every inch of you belongs to me. I can do whatever I want to you, and you’ll take it like the obedient little whore you are."

Evelise could only sob helplessly as Henry used her body for his pleasure.She felt him swell inside her, his thrusts becoming erratic. With a final, savage drive of his hips, he spilled himself deep within her womb.

"Yes! Take my seed, slut. Carry my child."

Sid stood frozen, boiling with anger and confusion. He could not take it anymore— Henry was about to do something again. Without thinking, Sid lunged forward, his fist clenched and ready to strike, but as he reached out to grab Henry, the scene around him began to distort.

The opulent chamber flickered and warped, the sounds of Evelise’s cries and Henry’s grunts fading into static. Sid felt a sudden, disorienting sensation of falling, like he was being pulled back through a vortex.

Sid gasped and jolted upright. The noise, the light, the chaos... gone. He was back in the cabin. His heart pounded in his chest as he stared up at the wooden ceiling, his mind spinning from what he had just seen.

"Did that really just happen?"

Sid muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair.

"Was it even real?"

He sat upright, gasping for air, sweat dripping down his temples. The dim light of the cabin came into focus— wooden walls, flickering candles, the faint hum of the night outside. It was over... he was back.

He pressed a trembling hand against his chest, still feeling the phantom rush of fury that had burned in him moments ago. His jaw clenched as the memory replayed in flashes— Evelise’s terrified eyes, Henry’s twisted grin, his own helplessness.

"Damn it... that Henry bastard! He was the groom I blasted— I should blast him again."

The anger slammed into a heavier, sick weight in his gut. He rubbed his face, forcing his breath to slow.

"That was just the first Chapter of her dead past... I’m boiling with rage."

For a long moment he sat in the quiet cabin, the sound of his heartbeat loud in his ears. Then, raw and desperate, he whispered,

"Evelise... who are you, really?"