## Chapter 7: Descent into Madness

Takashi's morning began like any other, with the warm rays of the sun peeking through the blinds of his bedroom window. But as he stirred in his bed, he was suddenly jolted awake by a familiar sensation - Rina's face pressed against his, her warm breath and gentle whispers a precursor to something more. He opened his eyes to find Rina's face inches from his, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous spark. Before he could react, she had already stuffed his face into her crotch, her thighs wrapping around his head as she let out a soft moan. As Takashi's senses were overwhelmed by the sudden intimacy, Rina seemed to savor the moment, her body tensing with pleasure. It wasn't until she felt him stir and realized he was fully awake that she pulled back, a sly smile spreading across her face. "Good morning, Takashi-kun," she whispered, her voice husky with satisfaction. "I hope you're feeling refreshed." Takashi's face was still pressed against her crotch, and he could feel the warmth and moisture emanating from her. He tried to push himself up, but Rina's grip on his shoulders was firm. "Not so fast, Takashi-kun," she said, her eyes glinting with amusement. "You're not going anywhere just yet." As Takashi struggled to free himself, Rina's expression changed, her eyes taking on a strange, almost feral quality. She adjusted her position, her thighs relaxing as she allowed Takashi to catch his breath. And then, in a move that left Takashi stunned and disbelieving, Rina began to use him as a toilet. Takashi's mind reeled in horror as Rina's body began to do its business, her waste flowing onto him as he lay there, helpless and humiliated. He tried to push her away, but Rina's grip was like a vice, her eyes flashing with a cold, calculating light. As the ordeal continued, Takashi felt his mind slipping into a dark and twisted place, a place where he was nothing more than Rina's plaything, a toy for her to use and discard at her whim. He wondered how much more he could take, and whether he would ever be able to escape the web of Rina's making. The minutes ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity as Takashi lay there, his body and mind subjected to Rina's twisted desires. And as the experience drew to a close, Rina finally pulled back, her face serene and satisfied. "That was refreshing," she said, her voice matter-of-fact. "You can get up now, Takashi-kun." Takashi slowly pushed himself up, his body shaking with rage and humiliation. He knew that he had to get out of there, to escape Rina's grasp before it was too late. But as he looked into her eyes, he saw something that chilled him to the bone - a deep and abiding obsession, a desire that would stop at nothing to claim him as her own.