Jisung felt like he was on a trip. Not that he ever tried it, but he imagined it felt that way.

The world around him fluctuated and he felt like he was running on cotton wool.

In one moment his thoughts were clear and structured, in the next a total confusion.

He stumbled forward and would have banged on the ground if the creep hadn't held him.

And although he was happy not to fall to the ground, he tried disgusted to shake off the guy's hand.

"Now don't act like that. We want to enjoy the last little time that we have together."

He reached almost gently for Jisung's neck and pulled him towards him. His other hand slid down his body and remained lying on Jisung's butt.

"What would I give for being able to fuck you properly."

He squeezed until Jisung was about to get no more air and then pulled him further roughly.

They walked through a twilight hallway and stopped in front of a door. The creep knocked twice, waited a moment, knocked again and then entered the room with Jisung.

The room was sporadically furnished. A table with three chairs, a sofa and a small refrigerator.

At the table sat the other guy Jisung had seen after his blindfold had been removed.

"It's not his turn yet. There is another one in front of him. Put him on the sofa."

Roughly, the creep pushed him onto the sofa and then sat down at the table with the other guy.

"Do you think we'll get enough for him? The boss was pretty angry that we caught the wrong one."

"Sure. He's a pretty guy. If even you go for him like that. I heard three or four of the customers are particularly into boys. We are getting the money and the boss will be satisfied."

Both laughed dirty.

"I hope we don't have to wait so long in this hole. I finally want to go back home to my bed."

"If you could, you would take him with you, wouldn't you?"

"Sure!"

Both laughed again. Jisung had the feeling that his stomach was turning around. His brain had difficulty processing the other information, but he had understood that very well.

He wanted to try to get up and run away, but it felt like arms were holding him and pushing him on the sofa.

His arms and legs tingled and he felt like he could no longer link the thoughts in his head.

Something was passed through by the radio on the table, but Jisung did not understand what was said.

But because the creep stood up and dragged him off the sofa, he managed to understand somehow what was going on.

Apparently it was his turn.

The creep led him through a long, tight corridor and of course did not miss the opportunity to press Jisung against the wall again and press his hip against Jisungs.

"Oh, if I could keep you. We would have so much fun together."

Almost regrettable to he pushed Jisung further.

Finally, he opened a door and pushed Jisung into it.

He staggered into the room and tried to understand where he had landed. But his brain didn't really manage to process the information.

He tried to turn, but it was very difficult for him. No matter where he looked, he only saw himself. But he couldn't understand why that was like that. He wanted to sit down so bad and wait for Minho to come to pick him up.

Minho...

Even in his foggy state, the thought of his fiancée brought tears to his eyes.

Suddenly lights flashed and he could see numbers on ads, but he didn't understand what they meant.

He was terribly tired and it was difficult for him to keep upright.

But just as he wanted to sit down, he heard a harsh "stay standing" from a speaker on the wall.

He staggered back and forth, but somehow managed to stay up.

And for some reason, he didn't even question why he should do that. The only information that he managed to understand and to follow was that he had to stay up.

With everything he had experienced in the last days, he just worked towards the order. And the drugs that the guys had injected him gave the rest.

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