"...are you a mad dog in heat?" she cursed.

Gin smiled and said, "Then what do you think you are?"

Furukawa Kumisa, who has always been sharp-tongued, rarely choked for a moment, but responded quickly and said: "Victim."

Ginjiu didn't speak, but just sank down.

She has never been his opponent in this regard. He easily controls every breath and every sense of hers. Being the dominant one, he can always easily force her into what he wants.

He enjoyed this. He used to enjoy the broken beauty, but now he enjoys the process of domestication and training.

It seems that even she herself is unaware of her feelings for herself.

She could see the rumblings of gin and wine in her dreams these past few days, and even her dreams were filled with her own figure.

Even if you hate it, it doesn't matter.

He eventually became the most important presence in her life, and she cared about him hopelessly.

One day, he will turn her care into dependence, and it will become her instinct that she can no longer do without him.

From that day on, Furukawa Kumisa tried all kinds of ways to escape from resistance, struggling for more than a week, and each time ended up facing Gin's crazy plunder.

More than two weeks had passed since that night when she fell into his hands.

She controlled the degree of emotional venting, from barely calm at the beginning to hysteria later, and then became desperate and crazy after repeated failures.

On the contrary, she was slowly sinking in his arms.

He became more and more familiar with her, becoming familiar with every inch of her torso, eroding her sanity bit by bit with the trembling waves that penetrated deep into her soul.

Her resistance to escape became more and more intense, and her resistance to other things became increasingly fragile.

One night she pressed against the cold wall, with his hot breath behind her.

His tone was smiling, but there was a coolness that was completely different from the body temperature: "You are becoming more and more desperate to escape. Do you want to escape from me, or..."

His hot breath brushed against her ear: "Do you want to escape from yourself?"

Escape from yourself who is gradually being conquered, and escape from the possibility that you will one day be completely domesticated.

She became more and more tame in his arms, and could hardly speak sharp words, but after hearing these words, she knew that the time had come for a turning point.

The day after that, she seemed to have lost her motivation, and she didn't make any fuss all day long. When Gin came back in the evening, he only saw her sitting silently on the bed.

He has not been with her all the time in the past half month. After all, he has his own business to attend to.

As for her who is currently powerless, the guards around the house are enough.

He replaced and put away all the things in the room that could be used as weapons in advance. Even the tableware and chopsticks for eating were all made of plastic, and there was no trace of fragile items such as mirrors and glass.

The only things that can be used as weapons are heavy furniture and sheets that can be used as ropes.

.

But now she doesn't have the strength.

Every night after she fainted, he would tie her up and inject her with a sufficient amount of muscle relaxants one injection at a time.

Her strength is getting weaker and weaker, and now she only has the strength to eat normally.

Gin took off his coat and hung it on a hanger nearby.

He sat on the edge of the bed and took her stunned into his arms.

There was still a faint smell of blood on his body. Furukawa Kumisa observed it without any trace, and found that it was not his wound.

Gin seemed to like to hold her for a while after returning home, whether she was struggling and refusing to give in at the beginning, or she was lifeless in the past few days.

"You didn't eat well today."

Three meals a day were delivered by someone, and someone would naturally report to him how much she had eaten.

Furukawa Kumisa didn't answer, so Gin opened her chin and forced her to look directly at him.

"Want me to feed you?"

Hearing his words, the weak body in her arms trembled subconsciously - she didn't want to recall the experience of being forcefully "fed" by him.

Gin was satisfied with her trembling, reached out and brushed away the messy hair from her forehead, and rubbed her into his arms again.

"I'll ask someone to send you a midnight snack and eat it all."

As he said that, he let her go and stood up to make a phone call.

The moment he turned around, Furukawa Kumisa, who had always been sluggish and docile, suddenly burst out, a subtle silver light flashed in his hand, and stabbed him hard in the neck!

The strength she unleashed was completely different from the strength she had shown this week. Although it was still not as good as her peak, it was enough to catch anyone who looked down upon her off guard.

But Gin never looked down upon her.

He counterattacked almost instantly, twisted her wrist, and the murderous weapon in his hand fell to the ground with a bang.

Gin took a closer look and saw that it was a slightly curved piece of steel wire.

Just when he was subconsciously thinking about where she got this thing, Furukawa Kumisa's left hand, which had been hidden by her side, moved her hand - after he disarmed the steel wire on her right hand, she revealed the steel wire on her left hand.

It was also a piece of steel wire, but sharper than the previous one. She twisted her hand and stabbed it into her neck without hesitation.

——It’s not the gin in front of you, it’s your own neck.

Gin's dull eyes suddenly turned violent, and he reached out fiercely and grasped the sharp steel wire.

The sharp end instantly cut his palm, and blood gushed out and dripped down the steel wire onto Furukawa Kumisa's hand.

She trembled again.

The ferocity in Gin's eyes was more horrifying than any time he had been attacked by her before. He suddenly took away her two wrists and held them firmly behind her.

Her body was forced to rush forward and fell into his arms.

"I said...if you seek death, you know what consequences you will face."

Furukawa Kumisa suddenly screamed: "Are there any consequences that I can't bear??"

She struggled in his arms, no longer concealing her true strength, and almost fought him to the death.

"Compared to being tamed by you into a dog that can bear your heat all the time, is there anything else I can't bear??!"

Gin looked at the hysterical Furukawa Kumisa and suddenly realized that her willpower to resist seemed to have reached its limit.

——He even admitted unconsciously that it was not him that he did not want to face, but himself who had been domesticated by him.

This realization made his anger gradually subside.

This seems to be her last resort.

He then let go of her and let her fall into his arms exhausted.

He put her on the bed and covered her with a quilt - she had stood barefoot on the ground for a long time in thin clothes, and now her whole body was shivering with cold.

"I don't have pets."

She was startled.

He held her whole body in his arms across the quilt, "I don't want a pet."

What he wanted was always hers.

It is its own, unique existence in this world.

There are no words to describe the existence of summary.

But she always wanted to escape from herself, even at the cost of death.

Gin never minded her attacking him. He knew that she always had the shadow of her own shooting in her heart, and he was willing to bear her revenge and anger to the greatest extent.

But she couldn't do it to herself.

Her life is his only bottom line, and he will not bear the possibility of losing her again.

He would use all means just to keep her by his side - domestication is only a means, not an end.

If she could be kept by taming a pet, he would not be lenient.

If it doesn't work, or if there is another better way, he has enough patience to slowly wear it out with her.

Furukawa Kumisa's body was still trembling, and the quilt was not enough to warm her, which made Gin want to get up and turn on the heater.

But she spoke softly: "...You will kill me one day."

This sentence gave Gin a meal.

She was suffocated in the quilt and continued with a trembling tone: "...You have already killed me once..."

He suddenly understood what she was worried about.

All her feelings and hatred came from the fact that she had killed him once.

So she also wanted to kill him, hurt him, and avenge herself back then.

That's why she didn't dare to admit that she cared, didn't dare to admit her feelings for him, let alone stayed by his side with all her heart.

She was afraid of facing such an ending again.
To be continued...