Radiant #19
Implied NSFW under the cut
Yuuki Miyamoto was someone. Was. He still is someone, he tells himself, as he is yanked forward from the collar around his neck. His body is jerked like a doll, wrists and ankles bound together as a man pulls him further onto the bed, chest and arms dragging the sheets along with him as he is manipulated. Just because he is now being used as a plaything, just because he has been reduced to the lowilest of stations, Yuuki will always be someone. He is not just a toy or a pretty face. "Yer new to this, ain't ya?" Yuuki doesn't respond. "Th' silent type. Very well. Ain't no need for talk durin' this anyway. Best be glad I ain't payin' fer you to talk to me." Yuuki's black rimmed eyes never once meet his patron's as he is violated. He wanted so badly to blame his father, and there were many days he does, but never once could he be upset with his mother. Adorning one of his hands, resting on his right middle finger, a tarnished ring is twirled with Yuuki's thumb. It is worn, dull, far from radiant, but it is special. It was a ring his mother gave him. If he is wanting to make his life, his mother's life, comfortable again, he will do what he must. "Mm~..." he moans, playing himself up. "I'd hate to distract you as you go about your business. If you wish me to spout filthy words I will; if you wish me to remain quiet, I will. I can be anything you want me to be."
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