**Chapter 1: The Unending Agony**

The memories of pain and suffering were etched into Suzuya's mind like a perpetual scar. He couldn't recall a time when Big Madam's cruelty wasn't a part of his life. It had become a norm, a routine that he had grown accustomed to, or so he thought. The beatings, the needle stab wounds, and the brutal assaults had become an integral part of his existence. Suzuya's young mind had learned to adapt, to find ways to cope with the unending agony. Big Madam's moods were as unpredictable as the weather. One moment she could be calm and collected, and the next, she would be enraged, unleashing her fury on Suzuya. He had lost count of the times she had beaten him, the times she had stabbed him with needles, or the times she had violated him. The pain had become a familiar sensation, one that he had grown numb to. As a child, Suzuya had cried, screamed, and begged for mercy. But his pleas had always fallen on deaf ears. Big Madam's responses had been a mixture of laughter, anger, and sadistic pleasure. She took delight in his suffering, and Suzuya had become her plaything, her doll to be used and discarded at her whim. The first time Big Madam had shoved her dick up his ass, Suzuya had been consumed by pain and terror. He had cried out, begged her to stop, but she had just laughed, telling him to be quiet, that it would be over soon. The pain had been excruciating, and Suzuya's ass had bled for days. But as time went on, the pain began to fade, replaced by a numbness that had become all too familiar. Suzuya's eyes had lost their sparkle, his smile now a mere facade. He had learned to pretend, to tell Big Madam what she wanted to hear. When she stabbed him with needles, he would smile, try to calm her down, and tell her that it didn't hurt. When she was in the mood, he would lay on the bed like a doll, never making a peep as she violated him. His body had become a shell, a vessel for Big Madam's twisted desires. As Suzuya grew older, he began to realize that his feelings for Big Madam had changed. He had developed a strange attachment to her, a bond that he couldn't explain. He would do anything to make her happy, to avoid her wrath. Suzuya had devolved into a state of Stockholm syndrome, and he didn't even know it. He was trapped in a cycle of abuse, and he didn't know how to escape. Big Madam's breath was hot against his skin as she moved inside him, his body stretching to accommodate her. "Tell me how good it feels," she would say, her voice husky with pleasure. Suzuya's smile would falter for a moment, but he would quickly recover, telling her what she wanted to hear. "It feels so good," he would say, even though he didn't feel anything anymore. He had become a master of deception, a chameleon who could adapt to any situation. As the abuse continued, Suzuya's mind became a maze of conflicting emotions. He was trapped in a world of pain and suffering, and he didn't know how to escape. But for now, he would continue to play the role, to pretend that everything was okay. After all, that's what he had to do to survive.