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2024-10-29 19:42:56Even so, I couldn’t wait to open the first video file that Ethan had sent. The footage began with the day Neil moved into the castle. He appeared visibly anxious, his fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of his shirt, as if feeling somewhat constrained by the unfamiliar surroundings. Beside him stood Ken Yimo, who looked exceedingly gentle, his gaze soft as he watched Neil, seemingly trying to ease his discomfort.
I saw Ken Yimo slowly extend his hand, gently patting Neil on the shoulder, and in a deep, reassuring voice, he said, "From now on, you are Neil Yimo."
That single phrase seemed to carry an invisible weight, causing Neil in the video to visibly pause. He furrowed his brows, a hint of confusion creeping into his voice as he asked, "Why can't it be Randolph?" His tone was carefully innocent, devoid of any hostility or challenge. It was clear to me that Neil held a deep attachment to his original surname—an identity he h
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The next scene nearly took my breath away. Ken Yimo advanced his invasion, slowly removing Neil's clothing, each layer stripped away felt like it was robbing him of his last shred of dignity. The devil's voice dripped with seduction and manipulation: "Don't be afraid; this is how Daddy loves you. Can you let Daddy love you? And can you love Daddy?" Neil helplessly gripped the bedsheets, his hands taut and pale, yet he still managed to nod slightly. At that moment, I could no longer bear to watch. I quickly pressed the pause button, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down. But just seconds later, my fingers trembled as I couldn't resist sliding the video forward again.The sounds that followed shattered my sanity. Neil’s pleas, choked and trembling, echoed through the video as he begged, “Daddy... please...” His voice shifted from a quiver to a hoarse whisper, ultimately exhausted of strength, while Ken Yimo showed
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