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Sigma could ponder the same enigmatic question across myriad lifetimes, yet the answer to "why him" remained as elusive as ever.
The current circumstances prompting such contemplation stemmed from an unsettling awakening in a bed foreign to his accustomed sanctuary. Though technically his own, it lacked the familiar embrace of his usual resting place, instead bearing the mark of the casino's opulent suites. Sigma rose with a weary groan, his spine protesting from the previous night's escapades—an intended dalliance that had metastasized into a recurring affair, now spanning an inexplicable twenty-six iterations and counting. With a resigned exhalation, Sigma cast a rueful gaze upon the pallid figure nestled beside him, the once-dignified ear ornament forsaken upon the bedside table. Their attire, discarded with abandon in the throes of yesterday's impatience, now lay strewn across the floor in disarray. It was a scene of debauchery that whispered tales of forbidden indulgence and clandestine rendezvous, each article of clothing bearing silent witness to their nocturnal transgressions.
The wretched tormentor hadn't shown mercy on him the day before, though in his perverse delight, Sigma found solace in the brutality. sigma stopped his thoughts Why did he even bother to justify such cruelty? Sigma shook his head, wrestling with his inner monologue until interrupted by the appearance of a figure with tresses the color of ravens' feathers. Before him stood the possessor of this midnight mane—Jouno's cohabitant, Suehiro Tecchou. Sigma's mind fumbled for words as Tecchou's inquiry pierced the air, "Why was I not extended an invitation?" Sigma stuttered, grasping for a coherent response, Meanwhile, Jouno stirred beside him, awakening from his sleep. Had he been feigning sleep this entire time? Once again torn from his reverie, Sigma found himself at the mercy of Jouno's assertive declaration. "Because I do not fancy sharing what is rightfully mine," Jouno retorted, his possessiveness igniting a spark of irritation within Sigma. He maintained his silence, refraining from commentary, his lips sealed in a pact with the shadows. "Rightfully yours? I do believe you mean ours," Sigma nearly whispered, his voice a dark echo in the dimly lit chamber. The air was thick with tension, a palpable fog of unspoken words and buried resentments. Sigma was on the verge of expressing gratitude towards Tecchou for opposing Jouno's assertion, but his gratitude curdled into a bitter grimace as Tecchou's words twisted the truth, painting Sigma as nothing more than a possession to be shared like a pet
Tecchou's gaze fell upon Sigma, piercing through the veil of silence that enshrouded him. "You've been unusually quiet," Tecchou remarked, his tone matter-of-fact, devoid of sympathy. "I'm not silent," Sigma muttered, feeling the weight of Jouno's hand upon his shoulder, a gesture that offered no comfort but rather served as a reminder of his entrapment within this web of deceit. "You appear vexed," Jouno remarked, his voice dripping with derision, a cruel melody that grated against Sigma's frayed nerves. Sigma groaned inwardly
"By the gods, you're both insufferable," Sigma muttered, reclining upon the bed with an air of exasperation. The room fell into an eerie silence, each of them casting furtive glances at the other, a sense of tension hanging palpably in the air. A sudden confession escaped Sigma's lips, surprising even himself, before a wicked chuckle echoed from both of them.
Sigma recoiled, his hands instinctively rising to cover his ears, desperate to drown out their voices. The weight of their presence bore down upon him like a suffocating cloak, suffusing the room with an oppressive atmosphere. Yet, despite his protestations, Sigma found himself ensnared by a chilling embrace, cold lips pressing against his own. In that moment, Sigma's mind was awash with conflicting emotions. He could expound for hours on his disdain for these two fiends, their rough demeanor, sadistic tendencies, and outright rudeness. But in the silence that followed, his words evaporated into the ether, swallowed After an eternity of torment, a chill crept over Sigma's flesh as cold lips grazed his own, sending shivers down his spine. He could feel the weight of his grievances, his loathing for their cruelty and sadism, dissipating in the embrace of their experienced touch. In that moment, Sigma found himself rendered speechless, his protests silenced by the seductive allure of their kiss, a tantalizing dance between agony and ecstasy in the shadows of his tortured soul.
Sigma offered no protest, yielding silently to Jouno's ministrations, as his tongue slithered into Sigma's, a sinister dance of desire. Surprisingly, Tecchou remained ominously silent, withholding any jealous remarks, allowing the dark moment to unfold undisturbed. When Jouno eventually withdrew, Sigma wiped his mouth, observing the cream shirt, pilfered from Jouno's wardrobe, now tainted with lipstick—a detail Sigma had never before noticed, buy shouldve probably noticed "Should have guessed," Sigma muttered, his voice a cold whisper that pierced the air like a blade. "Just leave me be," Sigma snapped, his eyes ablaze with a mixture of defiance and longing. His words were a facade, a feeble attempt to mask the turmoil brewing within him. Yet, there was a twisted pleasure in witnessing the casino manager's agitation, a perverse satisfaction in the display of their sadistic desires and possessiveness. It was a game they played, a dangerous dance on the precipice of destruction, and Sigma reveled in its intoxicating allure.
"What's the time anyway?" Sigma growled in annoyance, attempting to shake off the pestering specters haunting his existence. "I believe it is currently around 8 am," Tecchou intoned, his voice echoing with a spectral resonance. Sigma's senses suddenly sharpened, his lethargy evaporating like mist in the dawn. How could he have been so oblivious to the march of time? Was it the vexation with the specters or something more sinister lurking in the shadows of his mind? No matter, Sigma relished the ritual of being ensconced within the casino's confines by 8:30, no later. With a wary glance at his closet, Sigma harbored a fleeting suspicion that the two malevolent spirits had deliberately conspired to keep him ensnared in the realm of slumber. They had been intertwined in his nocturnal realm for some time now, their intentions as murky as the depths of the Stygian abyss. Sigma's thoughts darkened with the realization that if there were any more sadistic high-ranking hunting dogs lurking in his midst, his astonishment would know no bounds. "And none of you told me?" Sigma interrogated, his voice a chilling whisper that reverberated through the chamber, seeking solace in at least one honest confession. "Perhaps we simply desired your presence for a while longer," a voice murmured from the shadows behind him. Sigma recoiled, a shiver coursing down his spine as he realized Tecchou's stealthy approach. Before he could react, a soft caress graced his neck, igniting a spark of forbidden desire within him. Suppressing a tremor of vulnerability, Sigma forcefully pushed Tecchou away, surprised when the spectral entity relented, allowing Sigma to prepare for the day ahead in solitude. and so, the "one time thing" turned 26 time thing. showed no intention of stopping