"You deceived me…"
Kane didn't know how his perfect plan had fallen apart in a single second. He had pleaded with such trepidation, knowing that even the slightest mistake would expose his deception. Even if he had convinced himself otherwise, there was no escaping reality.
How long did it take him, and how much did it cost to not scream at him? First, he had to get himself in order. Step one of his perfect plan: wash up. Step two: get dressed, and step three: go outside. But his plan was destined to end at the first stage.
He thought everything was progressing normally, but when Copy saw himself in the mirror, he immediately realized it had all been self-deception. He just needed to tell himself to head straight outside.
Nausea.
While Kane was figuring out how to get him to go out in public, Copy unexpectedly vomited. And it continued for quite a while.
"You just need to go out, and your skill will do everything for you. Understand?"
…
But he wasn't listening; he was just kneeling on the floor, staring emptily, his body trembling slightly. But suddenly, he got up and headed for the shower, turning on the cold water.
He didn't even flinch, standing motionless under the cold shower. The drops cascaded down his body. The trembling stopped completely. But his breathing began to quicken.
"Ah, ha, oh, a…"
…
He began washing himself so intensely that he began to tear off skin. The water turned red around Copy's feet. But he wasn't fazed in the slightest; he continued to wash, feeling nothing but revulsion.
Tearing at the places where he had been touched so often, running the sponge over them, he recalled all the horror he had endured. But the worst part was that no matter how hard he scrubbed, he still felt so dirty.
"Why?"
"Why?"
"Why?"
"Why am I so dirty?.."
"How…"
Starting to scrub with renewed force. With each movement, he recalled what they had done to him; it was too unbearable.
He shot out of the shower as if scalded.
???
Copy looked at his trembling hand, his eyes widening in incomprehension. His thoughts of the rape receded into the background, because something had just happened that he couldn't have anticipated.
POV: Kane
I was watching, but I couldn't observe anything except him tearing his skin off and rambling something unintelligible. And after that rambling, his movements became more chaotic, and now I could understand what he was saying.
But that wasn't so important in this situation. If he continued like this, he would surely die, and then all my fun would be over. For me, rape wasn't such a strong event, sex was natural. Of course, I was a little uncomfortable with that monster. But with the seven amazons, it was quite fun, although I wanted more, but I couldn't. They just lost interest.
But now I had to act; my words weren't even reaching him—it was like talking to a brick wall.
If I had a body, I'd be biting my nails out of nervousness.
I need to act, act, act! But what could I do? Kane realized one little truth.
What if my words aren't reaching him? How else could I influence him? He's like a schizophrenic who's just ignoring me. I couldn't influence him in any way other than with my voice, and that was very bad.
Kane's thoughts began racing at the speed of light, searching for a way to solve this problem, but nothing came to mind. He could only watch as he slowly but surely died.
But suddenly, a very simple idea came to him, so simple and logical that he didn't even understand why he hadn't thought of it right away. He could simply seize control of his body!
Ha-ha-ha!
Suddenly realizing this, he couldn't contain his laughter. Why did this situation seem bad? Why did I think so? I can use it to my advantage! How could he not have thought of this? Just because he didn't care? Well, we'll let that go, because it happens to everyone, right? Right…
Okay. Kane focused on one goal: complete control. At first, he didn't succeed, which was very frustrating. But I wasn't going to give up so easily because he would lose nothing, well, except for Copy's death… I mean, nothing, and he would win a lot. No, he would win everything, absolutely everything. He was getting wild pleasure from understanding this.
So, with renewed vigor, he began trying to seize the body. But he met with more and more failures, and his joy subsided. But the motivation didn't go away, the reward was too high to give up.
So, without slowing down the pace or effort, he continued. To continue towards his goal. Complete freedom! So, he didn't even have the right to retreat. And if Copy feels a thirst for freedom, all his efforts will be in vain. But in the end, he will stop his actions, and this was no longer needed for Kane.
But he knew that his worries about this were useless, because in that state, he certainly would not notice the growing thirst. According to Copy's memories, who spent a lot, a lot, a lot of time reading books due to the place where he grew up, he could only find comfort in books, but it doesn't matter now.
What's important is that he read a lot of heroic stories, mostly nonsense, but the point is that the villain almost always lost because he simply underestimated the protagonist of the story.
I'd rather overestimate Copy's capabilities than underestimate them. Indeed, such a chance does not fall so often. Here it is, this first chance, when he could completely seize his body without going back or I hope so.
But with each failure, without even wanting so, my hope fell and quite rapidly. But, feeling the drops of water rolling down his body, his hope flared up with renewed vigor.
If he could already feel, then his plan will end successfully. He became even closer by one step to freedom. And finally, he was able to fully feel every cell, inhale, and exhale, hearing, taste, smell, feel that he has a face! It has been a while since he felt this!
Without hesitation, Kane jumped out of the shower immediately. Having done that, he immediately lost control.
"What is happening?.."
Bang.
Copy fell, his eyes filled with incomprehension when his hand began to strangle him, his own body betrayed him and tried to kill him.
"A-ha-ha!"
He heard someone laughing, but it was not so important. The grip on his neck became stronger and stronger, so that his eyes began to roll back. He resisted as he could, but immediately all the resistance disappeared in an instant, one thought was spinning in his head.
"Why?"
"Why all this?"
With such thoughts, he completely succumbed to this situation, he did not want to think about what was happening to him. Because his hand began to strangle him, he no longer sees the point in resisting.
He just gave in to this feeling, gave in to meet being. Feeling how darkness engulfs every cell. Until his eyes were closed.
He was still lying on the cold floor of his shower, but not for long. He began to rise, his face lit up with happiness and the coming fun.
"Ha-ha-ha-ha!"
He laughed, his laughter was filled with crazy notes.
"FINALLY!!!"