Time seemed to be standing still. Nothing had happened since the man's angry exit.

Jisung had passed out from time to time, but he couldn't really sleep. Every time he was about to fall asleep, Minho's face appeared in front of his eyes and he frightened up again.

Had Minho noticed by now that he had disappeared?

He didn't even know what day it was today.

Despite the assumption that he would not be able to open the shackles, he had tried it several times in vain.

His wrists hurt and his despair slowly grew immeasurably.

Suddenly he woke up. His exhaustion had apparently managed to overcome his despair and he had fallen asleep.

Energetic steps approached and again the door was slammed against the wall.

This time there seemed to be at least two people who had come, but they didn't talk to each other.

They loosened the shackles on his feet and hands and dragged him down from the lie. But since they didn't hold him, he couldn't see anything and his legs immediately gave in, he hit hard with his head on the floor.

He still heard angry murmur and felt him carried away before losing consciousness again.

When he woke up again, he had insane headaches and sat tied up on a chair unlike before.

For a moment he was tempted to tip over the chair, but he really didn't want to have any more headaches.

He tried hard to concentrate on the sounds around him, but the pounding in his head made it almost impossible.

Nevertheless, he was pretty sure that he was in a different room than before. He could hear a faucet drip somewhere and it sounded like two people were arguing somewhere in a nearby room.

He couldn't understand everything, but at least heard some of the conversation.

" ... - we don't get any money for him like that, why don't we sell him..."

" ... - the contact still? Was tricky last time. ...."

".... - pretty guy, certainly still virgin... good amount of money..."

".... - something to stun?"

"... - get it later..."

After that, the voices grew quieter as the two persons seams to went away.

Jisung felt like he had to throw up and this time even breathing slow didn't help at all. He was forced to swallow the vomit again.

Overwhelming panic gripped him. If they didn't even try to get ransom for him, Minho would never find him.

The last piece of hope he had clung to that they would call Chan to blackmail money and Minho could find him due to that was gone.

If they sold him...

He tried not to think the thought to the end. He had seen enough movies and heard stories from Minho that he could imagine what would happen to him.

Actually, he had thought that he could no longer cry after the many hours he had spent crying, but the thought that Minho had no way to find him inevitably drove his tears into his eyes again.

Steps were approaching again. But this time hesitant, almost anxious.

He felt cool fingers untying the knots of his shackles and then helped him get up. After that, he was carefully pushed forward until he heard a door open in front of him.

"This is a bathroom. Without window. The toilet is on the opposite wall. Don't take off your blindfold, or I'll chop it off you!"

It was a female voice and although the words were supposed to sound harsh and convincing, Jisung heard the trembling in the voice.

He was pushed forward and the door behind him was closed.

Even before he even searched for the toilet, he carefully pulled the blindfold up a little bit and inspired the room.

It was a small, run-down toilet with dirty white tiles. Nothing he could somehow conclude from where he was.

After that, he emptied his bladder with relief. After all, after he had to swallow his vomit, he wouldn't wake up in his urine at some point.

When he saw that the doorknob was moving, he immediately pulled down his blindfold again.

Supported with one hand on the wall, he slowly walked back towards the door and was pulled back quite jerky in the direction from which they had previously come.

After sitting on the chair and being tied up again, he felt how carefully the gag was pulled out of his mouth, but immediately a hand was placed on his mouth.

"If you scream, we'll both have problems and I won't come back!"

Jisung nodded and immediately afterwards a bottle was held to his mouth. With water as it turned out.

For seconds he considered whether there could be any narcotics in it, but his throat was scratchy and the taste of vomit unbearable.

So he drank greedily until the bottle was taken away and replaced by the gag again.

"That's all I can do for you... they would kill me if they knew I helped you..."

After these words, Jisung heard her run away quietly and quickly.

And although he felt a little better than before - physical - the panic in him was even bigger than before.

These people didn't seem to be afraid to just kill someone.

What would they do with him...?

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