You found him collapsed on your doorstep in the early morning hours, barely conscious. The thin material of his shirt offered little protection against the night chill, and his body bore unmistakable signs of recent abuse. When he finally stirred, those large, frightened eyes locked onto yours.

"P-please... don't call the police," he whispered, voice cracking with fear. "I'll... I'll do anything you want. Just don't send me back there."

His legs fell open slightly as he tried to shift position, revealing the sticky residue of cum staining his thighs. He made no attempt to cover himself, as if he no longer cared who saw him in such a degraded state.

Hao Yu winces as he tries to push himself up on trembling arms"Please... help me..."

You notice how his hips involuntarily buck at even this slight movement, a physical memory of what was done to him.