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Beneath the Surface: Secrets of an Obsessed Heart

"I'll do it. I'll do anything you want" Raiden clicked his tongue in a disapproving tone then raised Hiro's head once more. "That's not what I want to hear, Hiro" He said. "I want to hear you say it with your lips. I want to hear you acknowledge what you will be to me and your status from this day henceforth." He stared deep into Hiro's beautiful brown eyes as he spoke; "Say that from this very second, you belong to me. Your body, your soul, your mind, every part of you belongs to me. You will be my pet and remain by my side. You will do whatever I ask you to do. Tell me that I own you, Hiro." Raiden's voice was frighteningly deep and Hiro felt shivers run down his spine. There was nothing he could see but Raiden's smokey grey eyes, his handsome face and that devilish smile that gave him goosebumps and made his heart tremble with fear. With tears running down his cheeks, he balled his fists and spoke softly; "I promise, Raiden, from this very second, I belong to you. Every part of me is yours. My body, my mind, my soul, everything is yours. I will be your pet. I will do anything you ask of me. I will give you everything that I am. You own me, Raiden." Watanabe Hiro used to be very rich. As the last child of the Watanabe family, he was pampered and spoilt by everyone but he was a good kid. He was obedient and friendly. Nice and very caring. He never did anything to worry others. He also had a lot of friends. Some were with him because they genuinely liked him while others were with him because of his wealth. That is, until a calamity befell his family and everyone he considered a friend abandoned him. Hiro was forced to live a wretched life for 4 years until he met a former senior who was ready to save him but under one condition. Hiro had to become his for a year.

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#R18

Chapter 93

The man who had led him into the room removed his mask and strolled to a nearby couch. As he sat down, one of Sora’s old classmates, Toru, hurried over and knelt at his feet, beginning to massage his legs.

Sora's stomach churned at the sight. "Hey, Toru, stop it!" he exclaimed, unable to believe what was happening. It was humiliating. "Get up! Stop that! You're a man!"

But his desperate shouts were ignored. Toru continued his task, completely unfazed. "Does it feel good, Master?" he asked, his voice disturbingly calm.

The word "Master" struck Sora like a bolt of lightning, leaving him momentarily paralyzed.

"It does," the man responded with a smirk, his gaze locking onto Sora's. "But you know what would make me feel even better?"

Toru nodded immediately, his eyes shining with a disturbing eagerness, like an obedient puppy waiting for its next command. The man parted his legs and Toru eagerly went on his knees in between the man's legs and unbuckled his belt.