First-person perspective ④

I kept tormenting him like this day after day, but I gradually became dissatisfied with this monotonous state and began to force him to take the initiative.

If he doesn't comply, I'll harass him even more, or I'll imitate how he treated me before, giving him only a cold meal a day.

Only when he pleases me will I reward him with a decent meal, gently kiss away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and praise him in the tenderest tone.

You were so great today! How about I give you a kiss and a reward?

To make matters worse, they turned off the basement lights and disappeared from his sight for the next few days, leaving him without a sense of day and night. He was only fed enough to keep himself alive, and he had to relieve himself on the spot.

The next time I open the door to the basement, he'll be dirty and smelly, but so what? I won't mind; instead, I'll hug him tightly.

First, gently pat his back, then bring warm water, wet a towel, and carefully wipe away the tear stains on his face and the dirt on his body.

While wiping him, she whispered soothing words in his ear.

I'll never leave you alone again. Don't cry. I love you the most...

Baby, sweetheart, wife...

Later, gradually, without needing external stimulation, he would come closer and offer me his breasts and rub my legs.

When he's infatuated, he'll spout a lot of nonsense.

I love it so much, it feels so good! I want it here, I want it there...

Brother, Dad, Husband...