Turbulent Emotions

Suzuya walked into the room, whistling a happy tune, but his carefree demeanor was short-lived. Big Madam's face was a picture of fury, her eyes blazing with anger as she glared at him. The air was thick with tension, and Suzuya's smile faltered as he sensed her ire. "You're back," she spat, her voice low and menacing. "I see you've been talking to the teachers again." Her words were a statement, not a question, and Suzuya knew he was in trouble. Without a word, Big Madam pounced on him, her massive hands grasping his arms as she yanked him towards her. Suzuya felt a surge of adrenaline as she struck him, her blows landing with precision and force. He dropped to the floor, his body crumpling under her onslaught. But as he lay there, Suzuya realized that he felt...nothing. No pain, no discomfort, just a numbness that seemed to permeate his very being. It was as if his body had become desensitized to Big Madam's abuse, a coping mechanism that allowed him to endure the beatings. Big Madam's anger only intensified as she began to kick and yell at him, her words a torrent of abuse that washed over Suzuya like a wave. He stayed on the floor, letting her rage out, his eyes fixed on her face as he absorbed her anger. When she finally exhausted herself, Suzuya slowly stood up, his movements deliberate and calm. He peeled off his outside clothes, revealing a canvas of new bruises that marred his skin. Big Madam's eyes flickered with satisfaction, her anger spent. Suzuya's gaze met hers, and for a moment, they just stared at each other. Then, with a quiet obedience, Suzuya began to transform. He slipped on a dress, the fabric rustling as he moved, and applied makeup, his hands moving with a precision that belied his situation. Finally, he donned a girl's wig, the synthetic locks framing his face as he gazed at Big Madam. Her expression softened, her anger dissipating as she beheld the transformation. Suzuya walked over to her, his movements fluid and controlled, and sat down on her lap. Big Madam's hands grasped his hips, her fingers digging into his skin as she pulled him close. Her lips trailed up his neck, kissing the hickey she had left on his skin. Suzuya's voice was a gentle murmur, a soothing melody that calmed Big Madam's frazzled nerves. "Mama, it's okay. I'm sorry I made you mad." His words were a balm, easing her anger and soothing her ruffled emotions. As Big Madam's grip on him relaxed, Suzuya knew he had successfully placated her. Her request, when it came, was not unexpected. "Suzuya, I want you to give me a blow job," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. Suzuya's response was immediate. He obliged, his movements mechanical and detached, as he chanted "Mama" over and over again. The ritual was familiar, a comforting litany that seemed to anchor him in this chaotic world. When they were done, Big Madam pushed him away, her eyes narrowing as she gazed at him. "You're not sleeping on the bed tonight, Suzuya. You've been bad." Her words were a statement, not a punishment, and Suzuya knew he would be relegated to the floor. But Big Madam's expression softened as she handed him a blanket and pillow. "You can have these, though. You've made up for making me mad." Suzuya's heart swelled with gratitude, a twisted emotion that seemed to bind him to Big Madam. As he lay on the floor, wrapped in the blanket, Suzuya's thoughts drifted back to Shinohara. The man's kind eyes and warm smile lingered in his mind, a fleeting memory that seemed to taunt him. But for now, Suzuya was trapped in this world, bound to Big Madam by threads of Stockholm syndrome and a deep-seated need for her approval. As he drifted off to sleep, his voice whispered a single word, a term of endearment that seemed to seal his fate: "Mama."