TW: Mentioning of abuse and rape. If you can't handle that please just skip this chapter!

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When Jisung woke up, he thought for a few wonderful seconds that he had just dreamed of everything.

The room he woke up was clean and it smelled pleasant. But the moment he looked down on himself, he realized that he had not dreamed.

These were not his clothes, but those that the disgusting guy had forced him to put on.

It would have been too nice to just wake up from this nightmare and be able to lie in bed with Minho.

Minho...

Would he find him? Jisung was a hundred percent sure that he would look for him.

But had the guys even left traces Minho could follow? If he didn't find the dungeon, he wouldn't find his bracelets either.

Then he would have been sold long before Minho found him...

How absurd it sounded that you could simply sell a person.

But Minho had so often told him scary storys about his work that something like that shouldn't surprise him anymore.

How he longed to be able to lie in Minho's arms again. He really missed the security and peace he gave him.

Peace not in the sense that it was quiet when they were together. Minho was probably the loudest person Jisung knew.

But the calm he evoked in him and the feeling of being where he belongs were not comparable to anything he had ever felt before.

And even if he had actually sworn not to cry again, the thoughts of Minho once again brought tears to his eyes.

"Now finally stop crying! That's unbearable."

Jisung's head flew around. He had made the mistake and didn't look around the room.

There was the creep. On a chair in the corner and grinned at him.

He briefly considered taking his courage together and telling the guy his opinion, but that would only lead him to beat him again.

He defiantly lifted his chin and wiped away the tears. He himself didn't know exactly where his courage suddenly came from, but he would try everything not to give the guy satisfaction.

Laughing, the guy got up and strolled emphatically slowly towards Jisung. The grin on his face did not boast anything good.

"Maybe I should have put on a skirt for you. Then maybe we would get a little more money for you."

Jisung retreated as far as possible on the bed. Not that it would have helped anything.

"Puppet what I will do to you is not compared to what happens to you once you are sold. I'm looking forward to seeing who gets the contract for you."

And there it was again. The panic that rose in him and simply destroyed the little courage in him.

He quickly reached forward and grabbed Jisung by the throat and tore him roughly towards him. His fingernails drilled into Jisung's neck, which only amused him all the more.

"It's a pity I can't beat you, but there's something about choking."

Jisung panicked to get more air, but that seemed impossible.

Grinning, the creep looked him directly into his eyes while he struggled with Jisung's pants with the other hand.

Just when Jisung began to see stars in front of his eyes and was sure that he would immediately lose consciousness, the guy let go of his neck.

He took a breath in panic, but it felt like the air that arrived in his lungs was not enough. The world around him began to turn.

Jisung saw from the corner of his eye how the creep raised his hand, and then he only noticed his head flying against the wall again.

But the pain was nothing compared to the emotional torment that the guy added to him next.

While Jisung was still curved by the pain, the guy pushed him over and then turned him roughly so that Jisung lay on his stomach.

The next thing Jisung felt was that the guy pressed his face into the pillow and tried to tear his pants down.

He felt disgust and abhorrence mixed with anger and panic.

Minho was the only one he had ever trusted so much that he had undressed in front of him.

After he had been beaten up by his father and his classmates for having a figure that is too feminine, he had not dared to show himself to others even in swimming trunks for a long time.

It took a lot of time and trust until he managed to let himself fall so far. But Minho had never urged him to do anything he wasn't willing to do. Never treated him disparagingly because it took him longer to get involved in new things. Had waited for him and showed him that he loved him and every inch of his body.

Now he wanted to scream. He would rather be beaten up by the guy a hundred times than he would allow him to touch him.

But because the guy pressed his face into the pillow, nothing more than a murmur came out of his mouth.

And suddenly he tried to defend himself. He had let everything be done to him before, for fear of being beaten up or what else the guy would have come up with brutally.

But he had to prevent the guy from touching him or doing even worse things to him.

He tried to tear up his elbow to somehow get the guy down from him.

Not that he could do anything with it, but at least the creep briefly let go of his pants.

Although only to ram his fist into his back, he had gained a few precious seconds that the guy did not fumble around with his pants.

Even if his back now hurt like crazy. But every second that the guy had his hands less on his body was worth every pain.

But the postponement was not long-lasting.

For a moment, Jisung thought the guy had let go of him just to be taught a better one seconds later.

With a jerk, the guy finally pulled down his pants and put his hand demandingly on Jisung's butt.

Jisung felt like he had to throw up, but could barely pull himself together.

"Please... please stop..."

"Oh, now you're already begging. Let's see if I can get a few more screams out of you before I have to let you go, puppet."

Jisung shook his head silently.

He tried to turn around, but the guy just held him laughing on the mattress.

"Why do you want to turn around? You are exactly where you belong!"

He hit Jisung's butt hard. Often.

With bitten teeth, Jisung squeezed his face into the pillow himself this time so as not to scream.

Moments later he stopped beating Jisung and although he was relieved at first, he heard the next moment how the creep opened his pants.

The mere thought of what he wanted to do drove tears to his eyes.

"Minho," he whispered. Even if he try to didn't do it, he couldn't stop himself from whispering his fiancé's name again and again. Like a mantra.

Just as the creep knelt to him on the bed and bent over him, the door opened.

"Are you abandoned by all good spirits?! You should get him ready for the auction and not fuck him! Inject him the stuff and put him back on! The auction starts in fifteen minutes!"

Disheartenedly cursing, the creep stood up, put on himself and Jisung again and then rammed a needle into his arm again.

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