Consciousness gradually returned to Nyx, his soul slowly integrating into the foreign body he now inhabited as the world's laws and restrictions slowly took effect on his soul.

Having experienced this process countless times before, Nyx allowed himself to relax, the lack of his five senses nothing strange or concerning after spending so much time in the abyss.

However, unlike before, where he knew he was bound to the will of another, Nyx knew that he was free to make his own decisions and so, started to organise his thoughts with a sense of freedom Nyx had long since forgotten.

Currently, Nyx had only one pressing concern and promptly decided that no matter the cost, he would get ahold of his soul crystal and destroy it, shattering the link to this world.

After an unknown amount of time, which could have been seconds or hours, Nyx's started to reconnect with the senses of his new body. The world's laws having finished binding his soul with the original container.

The first to recover was sound, though this immediately caused Nyx to frown, or at least his soul felt like he was.

The rhythmic sound of slapping flesh echoed in his ears, filling Nyx’s heart with unease. It was a sound he was somewhat familiar with, having spent most of his missions assassinating, or at least attempting to, males during their most absent-minded states.

Heavy breathing, seemingly from an overweight, unfit man, could be heard in between slaps, all but confirming Nyx's thoughts and even though he couldn't feel anything, a sinking feeling developed in his gut.

The next sense to return was that of taste leading Nyx to instantly recognise the tangy metallic flavour of blood. Obviously, Nyx's new body was injured, but unlike before, there was no putrid taste of decay, and so, he was somewhat surprised to find that he had gained a living body.

The revolting slapping noise continued, seemingly echoing off the nearby walls yet, as he could do nothing, and wasn't sure, he quickly attempted to push the sound to the back of his consciousness.

The desire to move abruptly rose in Nyx's mind, not liking the direction things were going yet, he suddenly discovered that while his senses were coming back, his soul could barely control his body.

The best he could do was cause it to twitch and slightly open one eye.

All he could see, was a stone-like, grey surface, his body being pushed slightly backwards and forwards in time to the slapping sounds that were seemingly becoming more and more disturbing to Nyx.

Finally, after what felt like an age, Nyx started to regain the sense of touch. However, even before he had a chance to rejoice, he almost wished he hadn't.

The cold, hard surface of what felt like stone lay under his bare chest, his legs dangling painfully at the edge or whatever the thing was he was currently lying.

His chest was extremely uncomfortable, crushed into the cold surface, the sensation that his chest was significantly more extensive and sensitive than those of his previous bodies which confused Nyx somewhat, but the thought instantly disappeared as he felt an invasive, somewhat painful sensation emanating from his crotch.

Both of Nyx's eyes abruptly snapped open in shock as he took in a deep, gasp of air.

In all of his previous summonings, even if it had been in the advanced stages of decomposition and identifying its gender was nearly impossible, he was confident he had always inhabited the body of a male.

Nyx didn't need to analyse his internal energy to understand the situation as the sense of dread intensified. At this point, even an idiot who wanted to deny reality would find it difficult to deny the truth.

The moment Nyx gasped, the pressure of hands on his lower back, something he had neglected till now, increased drastically. Even though he couldn't move yet, Nyx was pretty sure that the intent behind the increase in pressure was to keep pinned to the stone table.

As the weight increased, so did the tempo of the one that was, to Nyx's knowledge, violating him, seemingly excited that Nyx was waking up.

Nyx had lived countless, violent lives. Lives where he had suffered much before dying gruesome, almost shocking deaths to the point where Nyx considered a relatively painless death to be a blessing.

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As such, his mentality was relatively stable, being able to cope and adapt to most situations but the case he found himself in now was too different from the norm and his brain instantly jarred.

To wake up and find that he had not only inhabited the body of a woman but was in the process of being raped was a situation that he never envisioned, let alone expected.

Even if he had, Nyx wouldn't have expected to have been affected by it so much. He had long since given up caring about the condition of the temporary flesh containers that he inhabited.

He never had a long life expectancy, the missions he was given almost suicidal, so as long as Nyx didn't feel pain or that the damage wouldn't stop him from completing his objective, something that would cause the binding magic to backlash and attack his soul, he wouldn't the effort thinking about it.

However, the current Nyx was in the midst of experiencing thoughts and emotions that he had thought he had cast away a long time ago.

Attempting to push away the emotions that threaten to cloud his reason, Nyx tried to focus on what he wanted to believe to be the real reason. That the cause of his growing anxiety and fear was that after thinking he had regained his freedom, he had lost it again.

He had lost control.

Without control, he was at the mercy of others, something that had turned into his greatest fear. However, no matter how much he tried to justify or change reality, Nyx couldn't stop the growing rage and disgust at what was happening, even if it wasn't his original body.

He had suffered many types of humiliation and disgrace in the past, some that were so traumatic they had left deep-rooted scars on his soul yet, at this moment in time, he almost wished he was back serving under his deceased master.

The words from the white-haired man, just before Nyx lost consciousness, suddenly resonated in his mind, adding to the growing rage. It got to the point that Nyx considered screaming out information about the abyss, causing his body to explode and taking the beast of an animal behind him with him to hell.

However, he knew that it would be pointless. Not only would the explosion fail to destroy his soul crystal if it was near, but he also didn't believe it was the old man behind him.

Combined with the fact that the old man hadn't bound his soul, a stupid, foolish mistake, Nyx couldn't bring himself to give up the opportunity.

He had already resolved that the soul crystal must be destroyed no matter the cost.

Nyx's body shook.

Shame, anger and disgust were vying for the top emotion he was feeling.

He didn't know if it was the world's laws in effect, affecting his mind, but the more he felt and thought about it, the more the situation horrified him.

His breathing had long since turned panicked, short, sharp gasps, as Nyx valiantly attempted to rush the final steps connecting his soul to this body so that he could put up some form of resistance.

The moment he gained control over his internal energy, the second to last step from gaining full control, Nyx attempted to summon the dark essence he was internally familiar with, however, what he discovered horrified Nyx.

His new body didn't have a shred of cultivation. No, it hasn't even reached the minimum amount of attunement to start.

Nyx wanted to scream out in frustration, yet the only sound that escaped his throat was a small, delicate whimper.

He was completely powerless.

Fury exploded in Nyx's soul as the room, illuminated by a few burning torches dimmed slightly as countless, tiny shadows started to snake towards the table. As if alive, they reached the ground beneath Nyx's petite, dangling feet; they began to rise into the air. The moment they touched the skin, they were instantly absorbed.

The sensation of the familiar energy comforted Nyx somewhat, yet he knew it made no difference to the current self, and all he could do was shake in impotent fury.

The obese sounding man continued as if nothing had changed, seemingly not noticing the changes in the room.

In fact, he was so lost in his lust, that as he gazed down upon Nyx's trembling body, he couldn't help but reveal a self-righteous smirk from his cracked lips.

"Good your awake," rumbled a rough, hoarse voice. Even though the pitch was different, Nyx instantly recognised it as the whiney voice he had heard earlier.

Just hearing the voice, not that it mattered who would have spoken at that moment, caused bile to surge up Nyx's throat.

"I was getting sick of banging a lifeless corpse," continued the man, his fat, pudgy fingers grasping Nyx's hips and lower back harder as his momentum intensified.

Without any cultivation, Nyx couldn't gauge the strength of the man behind him; however, after quickly accessing his bodies condition, he realised it didn't matter. For a mortal, it would be considered lucky that he was even conscious, let alone expecting him to have the ability to resist.

That didn't mean he wouldn't. Nyx would struggle tooth and nail until the death if he needed to.

Finally, as if a light had been turned on, Nyx regained the majority of control over his body and instantly started to struggle.

Using his arms to try and push himself up, or at least to the side, Nyx's thrashed around on the table yet, as his muscles tensed, his mind shuddered as he heard grunts of pleasure from the man and felt increased discomfort from his lower region.

Horrified and utterly disgusted at the fact that his struggles were actually stimulating the man, Nyx ground his teeth and struggled all the more violently.

The image of him standing over a faceless, mutilated corpse, not a shred of skin remaining on his broken, castrated, body gave Nyx extra strength but, with a single slap to his arse, Nyx collapsed against the stone table in shock and despair, his mind momentarily blanking.

"That's it girl, be a good little whore princess and struggle for your daddy," roared the man, his overweight belly slapping into Nyx's backside even more violently, causing the noise that had already started to haunt Nyx, to sickeningly increase in volume.