Deviant: No Longer Human

Wang Xiao halted at the top of the stairs, turning to face her. "It's not about belief, Anran. It's about following through your words, I hate people who lie to me. You're in my world now, and here, I set the rules." His eyes bore into hers, a stern warning in their depths.

Anran's breath hitched, a sense of helplessness washing over her. She realized that every word, every action was being scrutinized, and any misstep could be her last. "What do you want from me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I want the truth, the whole truth," Wang Xiao replied, his grip on her hand not loosening. "And if I find even a hint of a lie, the consequences will be... unpleasant."

!!

The sudden shove into the bedroom caught Anran off guard, her heart racing as she was propelled forward. The grip on her hand never wavered, firm and unyielding. Wang Xiao led her to the mirror, and for a brief moment, Anran caught her reflection – disheveled hair and a face marked by the evening's trials.

Then, without warning, Wang Xiao's hands moved to the back of her dress. With a sharp *tear*, the fabric split open, the gown loosening around her shoulders.

Shock registered in Anran's eyes, reflected in the mirror before her, but she quickly masked it, a calm façade hiding her growing anxiety.

Wang Xiao's brief smile in the mirror sent a shiver down her spine. Then, with another abrupt *tear*, he ripped the dress completely, leaving her exposed, her naked reflection staring back at her in the mirror.

Before Anran could fully process her vulnerability, Wang Xiao's hand moved from her shoulder to her forehead, pushing her face forward against the cold, unyielding glass of the mirror.

Her skin pressed against it, the cool surface contrasting sharply with the heat of her flushed cheeks.

Panic and humiliation swirled within her, but she fought to keep her emotions in check, knowing that any sign of weakness could be used against her.

Anran struggled in vain to free her hand, her head trembling slightly under Wang Xiao's firm hold. Her eyes, filled with a storm of emotions, stared back at her from the mirror, revealing more than she wished to show.

"You know what's the most beautiful and revealing part of the human body?" Wang Xiao's voice was a mix of rhetoric and menace. "It's your eyes. They reveal so much about you. And do you want to know what I see in yours? Fear. A scared, crying child.

That's all you are. All your feigned toughness, can you see how it crumbles?"

"Hiss...!"

He pressed her head harder against the glass, eliciting a slight wince from her.

She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the world, her reflection, and his words. 'Stay strong,' she told herself silently. 'Don't let him see how much he's affecting you.'

"Open your eyes....Look closely... Tell me, what do you see in them?" Wang Xiao's command was unyielding, forcing Anran to comply.

With a hesitant breath, she slowly opened her eyes, meeting the gaze of her own trembling reflection. "T-They are shaking," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper.

Wang Xiao's reflection in the mirror wore a sinister smile, his eyes glinting with a cruel amusement. "Good. Now, tell me, what else do you see?" His body pressed closer to hers from behind, his arm subtly reaching around to grab her chest. Anran, her face pressed against the cold mirror, was initially oblivious to his touch.

"I..." Anran's voice trembled, barely audible, reflecting her hesitation.

*Boom!*

"Don't turn away. Look into the mirror!...What else do you see?" Wang Xiao's voice was sharp, commanding.

Without warning, he slammed her head forward, the mirror cracking under the impact. Miraculously, the shards clung to their frame, as if held by an unseen force.

Anran flinched at his harsh tone and the sudden violence, a gasp escaping her lips. She gave a weak nod, forcing herself to focus on her own battered reflection once more.

"You see that? The weak, pathetic girl crouched and weeping? That's you," Wang Xiao whispered cruelly into her ear, his words laced with mockery.

Anran's eyes, glistening with unshed tears, stared back at her from the cracked mirror. The fractured mirror became a window to the past, the shards reflecting not just her present torment but the ghosts of her history.

Her younger self appeared before her, a small, trembling figure crouched on the ground amidst chaos and loss.

The haunting image of two lifeless bodies lay before her, their stillness a stark contrast to the raging flames that consumed her home, painting the sky with their fury.

Her eyes, wide and filled with a pain that had never truly faded, mirrored the fear and helplessness she felt now.

Wang Xiao's cruelty had unwittingly forced her to confront her darkest memories, the very moments that had shaped her into the hardened person she had become.

His relentless belittlement, seemingly without reason or purpose, was breaking her down, stripping her of her defenses.

"I-I am not weak..." she managed to whisper, her voice subtle, "Stop playing games with me!"

Wang Xiao leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. "I want you to see yourself as you truly are...."

Anran's heart pounded in her chest, a mix of indignation and helplessness surging within her.

She realized that this was more than just a physical domination; it was a psychological game designed to diminish her, to make her question her own strength and resolve.

In the distorted reflection, she saw not just her physical form, but the psychological scars that Wang Xiao was meticulously etching into her psyche.

Wang Xiao's intentions were clear and coldly calculated. He sought to imprint a psychological shadow of himself within Anran's mind, a mark of dominance that would linger far beyond the physical confines of the place.

Once he sensed that he had achieved his objective, his actions took a final, dismissive turn.

!!

With a sudden movement, he released Anran from his grip, carelessly throwing her onto the bed.

"Huh?"

The abruptness of the act left her momentarily disoriented, her body colliding with the soft surface of the bed, a stark contrast to the harsh treatment she had just endured.

Anran lay there, her breathing heavy, trying to process the whirlwind of emotions and memories that Wang Xiao's actions had stirred within her.

She felt a sudden wave of relief wash over her, a fleeting moment of respite.

But her relief was short-lived as her gaze swept across her own naked figure.

Her prestine white skin reflected back at her, radiating an ethereal glow that seemed to sear into her eyes. Her slender legs extended upwards, seemingly endless, until they reached her uncovered thighs. Her waist lay unprotected, vulnerable, and her breasts stood exposed, their pink nipples already tingling with anticipation.

A tremor of fear shot through her, causing her eyes to blur slightly. "Wh-What do you want to do with me?" she stammered, instinctively sliding herself backwards until her back met the solid headboard, seeking even the slightest sense of security.

The corners of Wang Xiao's mouth curled up into an unsettling, sly smile. "You are already naked. What did you expect? Naturally, I intend to make you truly feel like a woman," he replied, his voice dripping with a sinister tone. "You can't expect to be caught and receive kindness from your enemies, can you?

I am neither the main character from the novel, nor have magnamous heart to not play my captives....Haha..." Laughter escaped his lips as he removed his clothes, causing Anran's eyes to widen in realization.

She took in the sight of his well-toned figure with a mix of awe and fear. Her gaze trailed down, captivated by the majestic presence between his legs, sending a thunderous pulse through her pounding heart.

Though she harbored an inkling that someday she would bear the agony of sexual torture, she never anticipated that fateful day to arrive so soon.

Gulp....

"What, do you like what you see?" Wang Xiao taunted, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips as he agilely climbed over to the edge of the bed. Anran couldn't help but feel a pang of unease as he pulled himself further backwards, his eyes fixed on her.

Instantly, she vigorously shook her head in denial, "Ah!?" But her protest fell on deaf ears as Wang Xiao abruptly caught her legs and forcefully pulled her downwards.

"Ah!?"

"How am I supposed to go ahead if you run that far?" Wang Xiao chuckled, a sinister undertone lacing his laughter. Anran's unsettled heart tightened even further.

Desperate for a reprieve, Anran mustered the courage to plea, her eyes filled with pitiful hope, "Can't we... negotiate on this... brother, please?" She hoped against hope that Wang Xiao would show her some mercy, though deep down, she had reluctantly accepted her grim fate.

"..."

A moment of frozen silence lingered in the air, Wang Xiao's expression momentarily wavering.

Then, with a dismissive shake of his head, a sly smile returned to his face. "Negotiate? Why should I?"

Anran felt a glimmer of hope flicker in her eyes, her voice trembling, "I have not harmed you a single time, from the moment you caught me! We have settled our earlier score, haven't we? How about we skip this part? You can still torment me, but in other ways."