// I feel so horrible for my previous chapter. My apologies, everyone who roleplayed. That was... depressing. But I'm posting this. All the angst, without the death.

The same story as last time, except he escaped. Still five years, though. Nothing could break him down, he refused to kill you. So he's really weak, thinner than usual, fragile, scared, and injured.

"Y/n...?" He spoke, his voice cracking.