He woke up not knowing anything, just the cold biting at his skin. Shirtless, blindfolded, unable to see a damn thing. They dragged him to his feet, and in the dark he heard chains rattling. Then a huge rough hand grabbed him hard, and cold metal snapped tight around his wrist.

As if that wasn’t enough, two massive men slammed their bodies against him, holding him down, crushing him like animals. He tried to fight it, but they kept him locked, like his body already belonged to them.

The first punch came sharp and dry, right into his tight stomach. It knocked the air out of him, but it also lit a fire inside. The next one landed harder, straight to the gut, and he groaned—half rage, half pure lust. Every hit pushed him deeper, tearing him between wanting to break free and wanting to let them take him apart.

They ripped off the blindfold and shoved a demon mask onto his face. With his chest heaving and his body marked, all he could think about was how far those monsters were going to drag him. Pain, fury, pleasure, and raw desire burned through him like hell itself had taken over.