Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 177: Lila’s

"And you saw your sister, right? She’s already buying into it, whatever I say to her. Soon, like those moans you heard in the bathroom last night, you’ll hear another one tomorrow—Lila’s."

Tila’s face twisted, her black hair a wild tangle, her power-suppressing collar glinting as she launched herself at him, her fist swinging, her voice a raw scream.

"Fucker! Stay away from my sister, you sick bastard!"

The air crackled with her rage, the room’s stale scent of dust and sweat sharpening as she lunged.

Kael sidestepped smoothly, his reflexes sharp, and grabbed her wrist, twisting her arm to pin her face-down on the cold floor, her cheek pressed to the wood, her breath hitching. She thrashed, her legs kicking, her curses a torrent.

"Get your fucking hands off me, you piece of shit! I’ll rip your fucking throat out!" Her voice was venom, raw and unyielding, her body straining against his hold, the collar humming faintly.

Kael, slipped a wristcuff around her hands behind her back, the metal clinking tight, and tied a blindfold over her eyes, the black fabric blotting out the dim light.

He released her, stepping back, his grin fading as she staggered to her feet, her movements jerky, her blindfolded face swiveling, searching for him.

"I was joking about Lila," he said, his voice calmer, trying to dial it back. "Seriously, Tila, I’m into curvy women, not petite types like you. It was just a bad joke."

"Joke?" Tila spat, her voice a snarl, her cuffed hands twisting, the blindfold tight.

"You’re a fucking wolf in sheep’s clothing, Kael! I’ll gut you, you hear me? I’ll tear your balls off and shove ’em down your throat!"

Her words were a storm of fury, each curse laced with hate, her body trembling with the effort to stand tall, her collar glinting as she turned side to side, her blindfolded senses straining, the room’s creaks amplifying her disorientation.

Kael stood silent, his breathing steady, blending into the background to watch her.

Though it would have taken days, he wanted to reach her, maybe even blindfold her consensually to build trust, but her quick temper and ever lasting hostility left no room for that.

This was the only way—using her rage to push her, to crack her defenses, even if it felt wrong.

Three days in, and she was still a fortress of anger.

But he’d crossed a line, and her blindfolded curses stung, her voice a blade slashing through the quiet.

"Fuck you, Kael!" Tila screamed, her voice cracking, her legs wobbling as she paced blindly, her cuffed hands smacking the wall, pain flashing through her. "You think you’re some hero? You’re a fucking creep, jerking off to this! I’ll kill you, I swear, I’ll tear this shithole down with you in it!" Her words grew wilder, more desperate, the air thick with her sweat, her breaths ragged, the floor creaking under her frantic steps.

Time dragged, the room a suffocating cage, Tila’s yells were the only sound in the Haven.

A minute passed, her curses dulled, her pacing slowed, her legs trembling harder, her strength ebbing.

She sank to the floor, her body curling into a tight ball, knees to her chest, head tucked, her shivering audible, a low, unsteady hum of fear beneath her defiance.

The blindfold hid her eyes, but her ragged breathing betrayed her, her collar pressing against her throat, the room’s cold seeping into her.

Kael watched, his stomach twisting.

This was painful, like bullying a wounded animal, but he needed her to face her vulnerability, to see past her rage.

"It’s been a long time since you were blind, hasn’t it?" he said, his voice soft but firm, snapping her out of her curl, her head jerking toward him, her hiss sharp.

"What do you mean?" Tila growled, uncurling to sit, her blindfolded face aimed at his voice, her tone fierce despite the tremble in her limbs. "I’m the ruler of shadows, Kael. I am the shadow itself. Darkness is my blood, my home. You think a blindfold scares me? I thrive in it, you pathetic fuck."

"Oh, is that so?" Kael said, his voice calm, a hint of challenge, his boots silent on the floor.

"Then you’re fine if I leave you like this, right? Just you and your shadows, ruling the dark."

Tila’s breath hitched, a stutter breaking her bravado, but she rallied, her voice sharp.

"I’m not afraid, asshole. Leave, get the hell out! I don’t want to breathe the same air as a pervert like you, don’t want you within a hundred miles of me!" Her scream echoed, her cuffed hands twitching, her blindfolded head swiveling, the room’s creaks louder in her darkness.

Kael moved silently, opening the door with a creak, then slamming it shut, the sound sharp, his voice casual.

"See you in a while." He didn’t leave, stepping back to the wall, his breathing low, inaudible, his presence a ghost in the room, watching her closely, his heart heavy but resolute.

Tila’s head perked toward the shut door, her blindfold tilting, her body tense.

A moment passed, the silence thick, heavy.

"Kael?" she said, her voice low, a crack in her armor.

No answer.

"Kael, I know you’re here, you creepy bitch!" she snapped, her tone rising, her cuffed hands shifting, her legs uncurling slightly.

Still no answer.

She tried again, her voice sharper, provocative.

"What, you jerking off in the corner, you sick fuck? Say something, coward!"

Silence.

Kael’s breathing an inaudible whisper she couldn’t hear.

Tila’s bravado crumbled, her shoulders hunching, her body curling back into a tight ball, her head digging into her stomach, her shivering louder, a raw, unsteady tremor.

Her breath came in short gasps, the blindfold a suffocating weight, the handcuffs biting her wrists, the darkness she claimed to rule now a void swallowing her.

Fear seeped through her cracks, her defiance no match for the silence, the aloneness, the Haven’s cold walls closing in.

Kael watched, his chest tight, the scene cutting deeper than he’d expected.

It felt wrong, like tormenting someone already broken, but this was the only way to reach her, to strip away her armor and find the fear beneath.

He waited, minutes stretching, her shivering a quiet rhythm, her curled form small against the floor’s vastness.

Finally, he moved, opening the door again, letting it creak, then closing it with a soft thud, his boots scuffing the floor to signal his ’return.’

Tila’s head snapped up, her body uncurling, acting brave, her blindfolded face perking toward the sound, her voice a mix of relief and defiance.

"I knew you’d come back, you prick."

Kael’s grin was faint, his voice light but cutting, masking his guilt. "Oh, I just followed a cockroach that scurried in here. I wonder where it went."