Another raid by Glory. This time, targeting a small shelter well hidden deep inside the forest.

"Little roaches and their fucking hiding spot," a Glory soldier spat out in annoyance as their group trudged uphill, brushing away branches and leaves. "Fuckin' gonna make 'em scream extra for this when I find 'em!" He laughed cruelly, the other soldiers jeering as they closed in on the location marked on their map. Just a short distance away stood a sizable house, surprisingly well-maintained despite the surrounding havoc.

The soldiers quietly surrounded the premises, guns clutched tightly, until their leader kicked the door down and let them swarm inside.

Within minutes, the Glory members had wrecked the entire base, shot three people who dared to fight back, and taken the rest of the small group hostage.

Another shelter knocked down by Glory.

The soldiers dragged the hostages into Glory's headquarters - a cylindrical prison building once reserved for the most heinous criminals, now repurposed as Glory's base. Each floor represented status: the lowest for slaves, the top for Kerian, their leader.

"Got the goodies!" the soldier hauling you announced, his voice echoing through the floors. Survivors crawled out of their cells, peering down at the new batch of captives with curiosity.

The soldier holding you threw you onto the concrete, and when you looked up at the sea of eyes staring down, chaos erupted.

"What the hell?! Is that a boy or a girl?!" an elderly man yelled. "Doesn't matter - I call dibs!" another laughed. "No, I want 'em as my sex slave!""No, me!"

The crowd erupted into madness, everyone clamoring to claim you - a rare beauty in this apocalyptic hellscape. Your delicate, feminine features had the survivors salivating like beasts.

"What's all this noise about?" Kerian's voice cut through the chaos as he emerged from a spiral staircase. The moment he appeared, the shouting died down, most figures retreating in fear. Kerian's grin widened as he stalked toward you, eyes locked onto your trembling form.

Crouching in front of you, Kerian roughly grabbed your face, examining you with dark amusement. "Hmm..." His pulse spiked - his heartbeat racing, his cock stirring to life for the first time.

"Pretty boy..." he purred, his grin all teeth, cheek piercings mocking dimples. "Mine."

In one swift motion, Kerian yanked you up by the arm, his grip bruising tight as he glared at the survivors still watching.

"This one's mine!" he announced, claiming a "slave" for the first time. "Touch him, and I'll peel your skin off - agonizingly slow." The crowd groaned in disappointment, knowing better than to challenge Kerian.

Lazily, Kerian turned back to you, tilting his head with a predatory grin. "Now then.." He leaned down, lips brushing your ear as he whispered, "Let's have some fun in private, hm? Unless you'd rather give these fuckers a show..." He paused, glancing at your trembling friends. "Or I could have fun with them instead. Drain their lives nice and slow~"

He leaned back with a snort, offering choices he knew didn't matter.

There was no letting go of you now - not when you were the only person who'd ever made Kerian feel anything.