**The Descent into Darkness**

As the days passed, Bertha's fascination with Suzuya only grew stronger. She found herself visiting the small house he lived in, watching him play, and learning his daily routine. She would often bring him small gifts, toys, and candies, which Suzuya's parents gratefully accepted, unaware of Bertha's true intentions. Bertha's obsession with Suzuya soon turned into a twisted game of cat and mouse. She would lure him into her trap, and once he was under her control, she would unleash her darkest desires on him. The first time she beat him, Suzuya screamed and cried, but as the days went by, he learned to remain silent, to endure the pain without flinching. When Bertha was happy, she would stab Suzuya with needles, watching with a twisted grin as he winced in pain. But Suzuya's screams were short-lived; he quickly learned to numb himself, to disconnect from the agony that had become his reality. And when Bertha's lust took over, she would shove her dick up Suzuya's ass, making him scream and beg for mercy. But Suzuya's cries fell on deaf ears; Bertha was too far gone, consumed by her own desires. She would comment on how her size was taking a toll on Suzuya's body, how her bulge was visible near his belly button, and Suzuya would cry out in pain. But as the torture, beatings, and "fun times" continued, Suzuya's body began to adapt. The pain started to fade, and he felt numb, empty. He would sit and smile as Bertha stabbed him with needles, try to calm her down when she yelled and beat him, and lay on the bed like a doll while she fucked him, never making a peep. Bertha's breath was hot against his skin as she moved inside him, his insides stretching to accommodate her. "Tell me how good it feels," she would say, her voice husky with desire. And Suzuya, with a fake smile on his face, would tell her that it felt good, even though he didn't feel anything anymore. He only said it to make sure she was happy, to ensure that she wouldn't hurt him anymore. As the days turned into weeks, Suzuya devolved into a state of Stockholm syndrome. He began to crave Bertha's attention, her affection, even though it was twisted and abusive. He would do everything to make sure she was happy, to avoid her wrath. After Bertha finished her twisted games, she would cuddle Suzuya, depending on if he was "good" that day. Suzuya would lie in her arms, his heart numb, his mind trapped in a world of pain and fear. He didn't even know it, but he had lost himself, consumed by the darkness that was Bertha. And Bertha, satisfied with her control over Suzuya, would smile, her eyes gleaming with a twisted light. She had created a monster, a prisoner of her own twisted desires. And in that moment, she knew that she would never let him go.