triggering

They eventually went back into the house. San placed Wooyoung on his bed and drifted off to sleep. Wooyoung thought of his friends again. The night sky felt like it was telling him something.

You and your family are under the same sky but they can't find you.

It hit him hard that he was a part of the whole Stockholm syndrome situation. His eyes widened in realization. He had to leave.

He looked at San and felt utterly disgusted but deep down upset. He didn't want to leave him. Wooyoung felt if he wasn't a kidnapper they would work. This was reality and he was no good for him. He cried silently knowing he couldn't simply escape.

He woke San up carefully, wanting to let him know he would be in the bathroom. San gave a small hum and let Wooyoung go.

He locked the door hoping he wouldn't try opening it. He saw himself in the mirror. Now that he was in the right mindset his eyes widened in horror.

He was practically skin and bones. His eyes had deep bags and dark circles. His black hair was much more grown out than he thought. His cheeks were sunken in and was much paler than he normally was. he was sick and needed help.

How could San think this was beautiful? He looked like a corpse. He cried more and more over the thought of the recovery; if he was able to get out of here for it. he washed his face calming himself down before heading back to San

Once opened the door there he was; looking at him mad. Wooyoung felt myself shiver. It's been a while since he looked mad.

"What did I you about crying," he said grabbing Wooyoungs hair harshly as he pulled him out and towards the basement door. He wanted to scream but all he could yell was that he was sorry. He debated lying but San was fuming. He couldn't risk his punishment getting worse. He tied him to the same chair he was in when he first arrived and pulled out his switchblade from before.

"I never thought I would have to use this on you again. You were my good boy," he said pulling my sleep pants off and cutting my thighs open once again. They were slowly fading. He marked the word mine putting it in the boy's mind that he belonged to him. San didn't let Wooyoungs mind slip in this time. He finally knew better and he was determined to get out of there. He had to put up the act.

"Why were you crying huh? you've been getting it so good here. Why did you feel the need to cry?" he asked pulling at the boy's hair again so he would make eye contact.

"I was just thinking of not being with you. If something was to happen. I'm sorry, my mind was wondering. I was watching you sleep. You looked so p-peaceful," he said hoping and praying he would believe him. "I just want to spend my life with you San. I can't imagine it without you. You taught me things no one else was able to,"

San looked satisfied with his answer and decided to be nice and wrap his thighs up.
"Thank you," he said loud enough for him to hear. He chuckled and kissed his head going upstairs leaving him tied on the chair.