Crimson Leash : Some Chains Are Worn Willingly.
Ep.2
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"Did you miss me~? Hehe, I’m back—and it’s time for Episode 2 to begin!"
"Before we begin, just a small note—this story contains some 18+ content and mature themes. Please read with awareness and continue only if you're comfortable. Now… let's begin." 🖤🌹
Location: Inside a black armored SUV, en route to the Calderón Estate
Time: 12:37 a.m.
Rain slides across the bulletproof windows. The road is winding, surrounded by nothing but forest and shadows. The inside of the SUV is silent—except for the hum of the engine and the occasional crackle of the radio between the driver and the security convoy tailing behind.
Backseat: red leather, spacious—but not wide enough to escape tension.
He’s wearing a black silk shirt, unbuttoned halfway down his chest. His legs are crossed. One heel digs into the leather floor. He doesn’t look nervous—he looks bored. Like he’s waiting for someone to entertain him.
Leon sits to his right. Elbows wide, legs spread, his hand resting over the grip of a custom gold-plated pistol holstered at his side.
Mikhail sits to his left. Gloved fingers holding a cigarette he hasn’t lit yet. He’s watching Ryan like a man watching a candle: fascinated, waiting for it to flicker… so he can snuff it out.
💀 Leon Calderón (ML 1)
Low, gravel in his voice)
“You always sit like that? Like the world owes you something?”
🔥 Ryan Alviére (MC)
(without turning his head)
“No. Only when I’m stuck between two men who smell like they just crawled out of war crimes and expensive cologne.”
🕷️ Mikhail Volkov (ML 2)
(soft chuckle)
“You should be careful, little bride. You might forget who you're speaking to.”
🔥 Ryan Alviére (MC)
(smiles lazily, still not looking at either of them)
“You think I forget? I don’t care. That’s different.”
💀 Leon Calderón (ML 1)
(leans closer, voice dropping)
"You got a mouth on you. Wonder if it’s as useful as it is loud."
🔥 Ryan Alviére (MC)
(finally turns his head, slow and sharp)
"You both are my type."
(beat)
"But I don’t suck straight men’s dicks. It’s bad manners to put trash in my mouth."
Silence.
Even the driver doesn’t breathe.
🕷️ Mikhail Volkov (ML 2)
(lips twitching with amusement, not anger)
"And yet you’re marrying us."
🔥 Ryan Alviére (MC)
"Correction. I’m being sold to you. Different game."
💀 Leon Calderón (ML 1)
(grabs Ryan’s jaw suddenly, not hard—just claiming"Correction. I’m being sold to you. Different game." space)
"You’ll do what you’re told, or I’ll break you in ways you haven’t imagined."
🔥 Ryan Alviére (MC)
(meets his stare head-on, doesn’t flinch)
"Break me. Bleed me. Humiliate me. But you’ll never own me."
(pause)
"And if either of you thinks I’ll ever beg... try harder."
Leon releases him. Laughs. Loud. Guttural. Cruel.
💀 Leon Calderón (ML 1)
"You’re gonna make this interesting."
🕷️ Mikhail Volkov (ML 2)
(ash flicks off the tip of his unlit cigarette)
"I don’t want to break him. I want to rebuild him—into something we both like."
🔥 Ryan Alviére (MC)
(leans back, arms draped across the seat like a king)
"Careful. You might end up liking what I become more than you like yourselves."
The SUV hits a bump. Ryan doesn’t even blink.
🕷️ Mikhail Volkov (ML 2)
"How many men have you let ruin you, Riyan?"
🔥 Ryan Alviére (MC)
(turns his head slightly, eyes half-lidded)
"None. They all thought they were ruining me.
But I was just collecting stories."
💀 Leon Calderón (ML 1)
(suddenly serious)
“Tonight is not a story. This is your life now.”
🔥 Ryan Alviére (MC)
"And if I slit my wrists in your bathtub, would that make you feel like men? Or just failures?"
Another silence. This one darker. Neither of them smiles this time.
The car pulls through the iron gates. Ahead, the Calderón Estate looms like a cathedral of shadows. Torches light the path. Guards wait at the entrance. Ropes, cameras, and cages are inside. So is the wedding bed.
Leon turns to Ryan one last time.
💀 Leon Calderón (ML 1)
"You’re not walking out of this the same person, Riyan."
🔥 Ryan Alviére (MC)
(getting out, fixing his collar, voice steady)
"Good. I hated that bitch anyway."
Scene ends as Ryan steps onto the wet stone pathway, silk shirt sticking to his skin, walking straight into hell like it’s his stage.
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