The once silent house was no more a place of serenity.

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A silent cry echoed throughout  the enormous house. A dishavelled figure of a gorgeous boy sat at the far corner of the room. Huge chains cuffing his doll like legs. Only a sprig of light shot across the closed, dampened room. Cold set in as the day came to an end.

He rubbed his bare arms to keep warm. The boy was only dressed in a casual black mid thigh short and a short sleeve blue shirt. The one he had worn that morning, now torn and blood stained. His knuckles became pale as the cold pricked into his delicate yet fragile skin.

He cried softly. Too hurt too cry louder. Afraid of the beast that lurked behind the doors of his so called room. He only could cry and pray that his father was safe.

The door flung open. There stood the Lord. Fuming with a frightful anger. His almond dark eyes blazing with fury.

He stealthily sprawled towards the shaking boy and clutched the bruised boys collar as he lifted him up.

The chains had dug into Baekhyuns ankles and the pain stung. Blood spurting out.

"Ahhhhh" The smaller wailed.

"STOP CRYING YOU BRAT, OR I'LL HANG YOU."

"Sto...Stop I..It you Monster" Baekhyun gritted his words out.

"You. Call. Me. Chanyeol. Or Master. Or Lord. YOU GOT THAT" Chanyeol growled at Baekhyun. Folding the doll like left arm behind the blue eyed boys back body.

Baekhyun winced in pain,as he cried louder.

"I. Said. Stop. Crying." The lord said in a threating voice.

The beauty hiccuped through his sobs as he closed his quivering mouth.

Chanyeol threw the petite boy back. Baekhyuns petite body being flung at the wall, his back body hitting the wall hard on.

Sliding down painfully.

He heard the door being locked.

"Dad, He is hurting me" Baekhyun sniffled wailing into his knees that were folded incredibly tightly against Baekhyuns beating chest. His arms hugging them for dear life as painful cries lulled the poor boyto sleep.

As dawn set in, illuminating the house of the Mafia Lord, It managed to make its way towards the trembling beauty in a dark room. Wrapping him with warmth.

Baekhyun slowly opened his sore eyes. Red and puffy with all that crying, his vision was blurry until he spotted a tanned guy looking at him.

"Finally your up" He smiled.

"Kai" Baekhyun recalled the man from the previous day. The one that wanted Chanyeol to kill him.

"You are right. It's Kai." He smiled again.

As he drew himself closer to the boy. He backed away. Afraid he might hurt Baekhyun too.

He squatted when he was fairly near. A calm look playing on his tanned complexion.

"Listen, First I'm sorry about yesterday. I didn't mean to tell Chanyeol to kill you. It just rolled out. Second I wont hurt you. Third, I'm not as bad as Chanyeol okay. You can trust me. I've been ordered to bring your belongings and escort you to your room and then lets have breakfast together." Kai said giving a warm smile.

"Bu..But What about my Dad, And If I am a prisoner or slave why give me a room??" Baekhyun coughed asking quite confused in what was happening.

"Your Dad has been taken to another place. Far from Seoul. And perhaps Chanyeol hyung was In a good mood today since he wanted his slave to be given a room in his luxurious mansion" he chuckled.

Baekhyun nodded slowly, his eyes takeing in the surroundings of this foresaken place.

Kai helped Baekhyun up, But his ankle bruises kept stinging. Yet the beauty managed to walk.

The room was gigantic. With peacock blue curtains. French windows. A king sized bed. Soothing light blue walls and silver furniture.

Baekhyun stared at it with awe. After everything was settled, unpacked and arranged they headed towards the kitchen.

Baekhyun was now properly dressed, Though he limped a little, he wore a navy blue tight jeans with a white Tee. His chestnut hair messy with the showers water drops dripping.

While the tanned male prepared food for him, the petite boy sat at the table. Thoughts invading his mind. Why suddenly this change?

"Ummm Kai, Why are cooking for me. Shouldn't I be treated badly" Baekhyun sighed looking away.

"Order's Baek. Orders from my best friend and master" Kai voiced out.

At the company in the CEO's cabin, sat Chanyeol flipping through a file. His magnificent body sprawled on a couch with ease coating his body.  The file read:,

Name:- Byun Baekhyun.
Age:-19.
Family:-Father. Mother had died    when she was six. No sibilings. An only child.
Friends:- Do Kyung Soo. Only son of a famous Architect.
School:- Seoul HighSchool.

The beautiful boy at home bore the name of his mistake and missed target. He wanted to torture Baekhyun. But still ordered Kai his best friend and trusted right hand man to give a room and feed him while he wasn't at home. Yet Chanyeols fingers crushed the papers as the file went flying to a corner of the room.

"How do you know my name??" Shock was evident in Baekhyuns voice.

"He told me, Well more like ordered me to do a background check on you. Again" He said placing down the spaghetti.

"Ohhh. He knows me." Baekhyun rolled his eyes.

"Don't you really remember anything that happened four years ago??" He questioned.

Baekhyun shook his head. "No nothing, only that I was shot. And my father did everything In his power to bring me to life, the doctor said I might have forgotten the pain and who did it since it was such a sickening trauma."   The thought bought shivers up the petites boys spin.

"You suffered. I am sorry." Said Kai.

"Hey don't be silly Kai. And Oh you might be older than me right?" Baekhyun smiled ever so sweetly at the tanned built muscular man.

"Yes I am 23. So four years older than you are but cut the formalities and just call me Kai"

The beauty giggled nodding as he stuffed himself with spagettie.

As the sun went down to bed to rest for the night, the twilight setting in and the crescent started to glimmer in the dark sky, It was time for the beast to arrive.

Kai had left long ago. Done with his chores and promising to take his now newly made friend out sometime.

The blue eyed lad dreaded every minute as it lessened the arrival time.

The door creaked open and a shadow was seen walking inside.
The giant switched on the lights and iluminated the room. Everything at its place. Not a vessel moved for several years. His eyes looked up to the midgets room.

He opened the doors only to be welcomed by a lost looking boy curled up behind the curtains.

Stealthily he walked his way to the human ball. Held Baekhyuns collar and dragged him down stairs.

"Chan.. Chanyeol... Your hurting me" The smaller said in a small voice barely audible. But the beast heard it. Crystal clear.

The way he pronounced Chanyeols name set something on fire inside the giant. But the horrid fellow snuffed out the fire adamently and procced his doings.

He slumped Baekhyun on the dinning table chair. The beauty stumbled on his chair but yet managed to sit straight.

"Have you had your dinner?" A low rough voice of the beast was heard. Deep and resonatingly captivating it was making the blue eyes look up to the gorgeous face that frowned down at him.

"No..No" Baekhyun suttered.

Suddenly the Mafia Lord started cooking their dinner. Baekhyuns eyes widened and he gasped in shock. He stared at the giant before his eyes. But could only fear him.

"Here eat this" He dashed the plate in front the beautiful.

He did what was told.

After they had their dinner. Shockingly Chanyeol had sat facing Baekhyun. While he had his dinner.

Chanyeol pulled Baekhyuns wrist and dragged him up the stairs. Baekhyun toppled and bruised him already bleeding ankle. Now his wrists had a purplish patch of thick fingers.

Once again he was chained to the rings on the wall. His doll like ankels, and now his neck. A slave to the word.

"Wh..Why are you Cha.. Chaining me. My Ankle hurts" Baekyun cried gritting his teeth.

"You are my slave. Remember. So you shall live like a prisoner. It was your fault that you survived not mine." Chanyeol slapped the chubby cheek and chuckled switching the lights off as he left.

"Cry and I'll bury a bullet in your head"  Chanyeol growled

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Again the poor beautiful boy was left alone to befriend solitude. The once bubbly boy was now silent and afraid. He was brought up with immense love by his father. But here he sits in crying helplessly into his pillow muffling the sounds and hiccups without emitting. Afraid of the day that would unfold tomorrow. Fear cloaked itself around the petite boys body. As he fell asleep curling into a ball. The metal chain on his neck cutting its ways through the tender way to soft skin.