While the hours before had happened far too little around him and he had almost gone crazy because nothing happened, far too much happened now.

Jisung felt a needle quite rudely rammed into his arm and something being injected into him. He screamed, but only an unclear marble came out through the gag.

But either the needle had missed his vein or the anesthesia was too weak, because he noticed how his shackles were loosened and he was dragged away by two men.

While they weren't doing it gently, they joked that if they had enough money, they would keep him themselves. And what they would do to him if they had him tied up in their basement afterwards.

Jisung was sure that if his body could have reacted to the information, he would have thrown up again.

But so the things he heard only continued to touch his panic and he lost consciousness again for a moment.

He regain consciousness when he was rudely thrown on a mattress on the floor.

It smelled pathetic around him.

He was surprised to find that both gag and blindfold had disappeared.

He hesitantly raised his gaze and even in his foggy state, everything in him screamed for escape when he saw the man standing in front of him with a grin.

"Scream as much as you want, no one will hear you anyway. But if I were you, I would let it be. My buddy over there is into screaming guys. He might be tempted to get even more screams out of you.", laughing, the man left the room and slammed the door behind him.

Jisung gaze flew almost instantly to the corner to which the guy had hinted. There stood a man quite attractive in appearance, but the disgusting grin on his face caused a choking in Jisung

"If you vomit here, you will lick it again afterwards! Oh and please scream. Then we will both have a lot of fun together," with an expectant grin, the man slowly came closer to him.

He stretched out his hand, gripped rudely in Jisung's hair and pulled his head backwards.

"You look like your screams sound wonderful."

After that, he slowly let his hands wander down to Jisung's body. Arriving at his butt, he raised his hand and slapped it hard.

With a shrilling lower lip and tears in his eyes, Jisung just managed to suppress an outcry. Whimpering, he tried to crawl away from the guy, but his body didn't want to obey.

The tears poured down his cheeks and as much as he tried to pull himself together and stop crying, he just couldn't make it.

"Yes cry, you worthless little piece of shit. When I'm done with you, you'll know you're worth and where you belong!"

Laughing, he slapped him again, then got up and left the cell.

Jisung could hear how the door was locked. And then everything broke out of him. He could no longer suppress his sobbing, as little as it had worked out with the tears before.

His thoughts took a confused turn and he wondered if Minho would still love him at all, even if he found him. Or if he would still want to touch him at all after the hands of the disgusting guy had touched his body.

Maybe he was really a worthless piece of shit.

At this point of his thoughts, he would have liked to shout out all his fear and despair, but he was terribly afraid of what the guy would do to him if he screamed.

When his body at least obeyed him to some extent again, he crouched into the corner of the mattress, pulled his knees towards him and put his head on it. The arms protect looped around his head.

Again and again he had to think of Minho. In the beginning, he had found it difficult to get involved with the pretty, but often quite sarcastic agent. Especially since they both were in a situation where they had to keep their relationship secret.

But Minho had proven to be quite charming and persistent. Even if they couldn't really go on romantic dates together, Minho had always found ways to surprise him and court him.

Would he ever see him again?

Will he ever be pulled to himself again and kiss him?

It felt like his heart was contracting painfully. His head hurt from all the crying and he felt incredibly empty and exhausted.

The irrepressible panic in him was still present, but at that moment superimposed by hopelessness.

A small part of him knew that Minho would do anything to find him. That he would set heaven and hell in motion to find Jisung's trace.

But the much larger part of him had been too affected by the words of the men. And all his fears and worries about himself broke out again.

Minho had managed pretty well to give him safety. Certainty that he was a great, desirable person, even if he had thought about himself very differently for a long time.

But now he felt again like the boy who had hidden in the toilet during the break because the others had insulted him as a girl.

Like the boy who had been beaten up countless times because he had dared to wear makeup and colorful clothes to school.

Like the boy who had hidden from his father in the closet when he had come home drunk again and had only screamed.

He felt defenseless again... helpless... and alone.

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