It was impossible to tell how long he was there
There was no regularity to anything, not even to when he was given food or water
IRyS kept him constantly weak, unable to resist when she actually decided to have fun
In those instances, she would pump him full of drugs to get him wake and able to perform, only to savage him into even worse state during it
If he was lucky, she would at least throw a some medical supplies at him afterwards
Other times, he was left bleeding on the ground, not wanting to stain the mattress, only place he could sleep somewhat comfortably
Sometimes she would scratch and bite deep, leaving bleeding gashes all over his limbs and torso
Other day she left him with two broken fingers and dislocated shoulder while fucking him with a strap on
It took him a while before he painfully managed to set it back
The room being constantly in dark didn't help
The faint smell of her leaking sex and the glow of her heterochomic eyes was now enough to send him into corner, curling up, even if she was only giving him food
She had to be spiking it with something too, cause his injuries tended to heal pretty fast afterwards
But the "cuddling sessions" were the absolute worst
His body had somewhat gotten used to the abuse, but his mind was always too weak to resist, unable to escape the humiliation carried by whispers into his ear as she dragged a knife over his body
She wasn't particularly concerned about cutting too deep
One time Anon was convinced that the nephilim was gonna slit his throat just so she could masturbate to sound of him choking on his own blood
But she never went far enough to end his suffering
And IRyS also had no reason to
After some time, she trained Anon up to be a pretty good sextoy even outside of being living dildo, onahole, or punching bag
His cunt-eating skills weren't bad, he learned fast after first few times of disappointing her and being punished severely for it
Anon IRyS couldn't complain about the tongue baths he was giving her too
Sweaty pits, her modest breasts and her feet seemed to get him riled up the most to please his mistress
She trained him to the point, merely smelling her odor got him to stick out his tongue and move it around, like a puppy
Which was also what she started to call him, usually with some deprecating adjective before it
She wasn't sure how long he would last, but at least he was doing something useful in life
Not like before IRyS took him in
And every time she got a chance, she made sure to remind him why he was in this hell
He always curled up on the ground and sobbed as IRyS laughed, sometimes using the opportunity to add a scratch or a bruise while he was vulnerable
"That's for hurting Kronii and breaking her heart, you piece of shit~", she would say with sickly sweet tone, enjoying abusing the abuser and making him the one crying and writhing in pain