Ellios

The basement went deathly quiet, the only sound being the distant, rhythmic hum of the house’s ventilation. The psychological tension had reached a breaking point, but the physical reality was about to become far more brutal, revealing the raw, dark possessiveness underneath. He didn't look at his brothers, and he certainly didn't look at the sobbing  . George .His focus was entirely on the broken, shivering form of Gen kneeling before him. ‎With a slow, deliberate motion that carried more threat than a raised fist, Ellios reached for his belt. The metallic clink of the buckle echoed like a gunshot in the small room. ‎"You think you understand what it means to be 'handled'?" Ellio’s voice was a low, vibrating growl. "You have no idea." ‎He stepped behind Gen, his shadow swallowing the smaller man completely. Without a word of warning, without any gentleness or preparation, Ellios shoved his way inside. ‎Gen’s world exploded into a singular, white-hot point of agony. Because he was already "tucked"—his body arched back, his internal path blocked by the sediment inhibitor, and his nerves fried by the previous shocks—the sudden, violent intrusion was more than his body could handle. ‎"NNGGH—AAHHH!" ‎Gen’s back arched so sharply it looked like it might snap. His head thrashed from side to side, his hair damp with sweat and tears, as he tried to escape a pain that was now coming from both inside and out. The inhibitor was being pushed deeper by the new pressure, the bumpy surface scraping against his internal walls, while Ellio’s weight forced him down into the concrete. ‎"Look at him, Geogre!" Kyo’s voice was hysterical with a mix of horror and glee, his hand clamping over Geogre's mouth to stifle his screams. "Look at how Ellios is fixing him like you did to my sister!" ‎Geogres eyes were wide, filled with a level of trauma that would likely never heal,Geogre;:.I didn't do anything please just let him go..he watched as his brother..he felt guilty as an older brother..he could not protect him..Gen forgive me...he choke out the word ‎Ellio’s hands gripped Gen’s hips, his fingers bruising the skin. He didn't move with passion; he moved with the steady, relentless rhythm of a machine. Every thrust forced Gen’s forehead into the dust, the sediment inhibitor grinding against him, until the collar—sensing the extreme physical trauma and the soaring heart rate—began to emit a continuous, low-pitched drone. ‎"Ellios why did you do that?it hurts my heart ..." Gen’s voice was a ghost of a sound, a faint whimper lost in the darkness. "what did I do wrong. what is the reason tell me please 😿😿😔.." ‎His heartfelt so broken the one who he trust and love most for the whole life suddenly too harsh on him and  change But for Ellios..he just take revenge.. he feels a bit sympathy on Gen who he wants to protect the most..he was doing this because of he want to make feel his brother just like his sister* ‎ ‎For the first two months, Gen remained a ghost within the house. His voice returned as a raspy whisper, but the "unbearable" pain in his lower body took much longer to fade. Ren, acting as a buffer against Ellio’s erratic cruelty, kept Gen in a state of "medical isolation." This gave Gen the time to heal the internal tears and slowly regain the ability to sit, then stand, and finally take a few trembling steps. ‎The brothers began to grow complacent, thinking Gen was too broken to ever truly rebel again. They didn't realize that every silent hour he spent is practicing the strength in his legs. ‎ ‎Now: Six Months After the Basement ‎The air is different here. It’s salt-heavy and cold, coming off the ocean near a small, nondescript coastal town hundreds of miles away from the brothers’ estate. ‎Gen is sitting on a wooden porch, a thick blanket wrapped around his legs. He still has "bad days" where the phantom weight of the inhibitor makes it hard for him to walk,But he is breathing his own air bus leaves for the city in an hour if  his grip firm. He still doesn't talk much, but he doesn't need to. The silence between them isn't a cage anymore; it’s a sanctuary. ‎Even in their new life, the past isn't entirely gone. ‎* The Physical Toll: Gen still has to see a specialist for the nerve damage in his lower body. ‎Every time a black sedan passes by, his heart skips a beat. ‎ ‎They sit in a waiting room that smells of ‎lavender and old magazines—not antiseptic and fear. Gen’s name is called, and he stands up. He still uses a cane, a sleek black one that helps stabilize his hips when the nerve pain flares up, but he moves with a dignity the brothers could never strip away. ‎Inside, the kind  doctor ‎"The scarring is significant," she says, looking at the scans of his pelvic floor and lower spine. "But the fact that you're walking, even with the cane. ‎ ‎* The Recovery: Gen realizes he wants to try physical therapy without the heavy drugs Ren used to give him, wanting to feel his body heal naturally. ‎ ‎. ‎ ‎he become better and better and successful....one day he got invited to the special birthday party host by one of his friends....it was in the club and he ordered the cocktail...it injected  aphrodisiac into it..and ofc (it's a part of Ellios's plan..) he is alone..he drinks the cocktail just in one sip and notice something wrong with it** ‎ ‎Gen mind:I feel dizzy and so strange ‎