A tall muscular man was impatiently standing in front of the locked cell door, separating him from his pretty flower boy. He wiped some dust from his expensive suit, smiling maliciously at the female guard who eyed him scared but also fascinated.

The woman should be used to the man's intimidating presence but she couldn't help but to stare at the powerful politician, the governor's son. Dark black hair fell over his sun kissed forehead, his body showing a life of no worries and the smirk held the confidence of a man who was used to get what he wanted.

"How my lovely flower today?", Lord Choi Minho asked with an intimidating smirk while the guard was fumbling with her keys, eager to unlock the door. Every wrong move in front of the governor's son could have her fired so of course she was cold sweating while trying her best not to glance at the tall man.

"H-he's d-doing just fine, t-took his medications, h-had h-hi-is ther-rapy a-and w-waits for you", she stuttered, finally unlocking the door before quickly walking ahead.

The man smirked, pleased to see her anxiety and followed her. Loud steps echoed through the dirty hall, pained screams were heard out of the cells but Minho didn't bother to look at them, he never did. All of these people, these creatures deserved to be here, deserved to be tortured until they would be forgotten and dead.

Well, everyone besides his little flower.

"Yo Kim! Your visit is here!", the buff woman called out for the little brunet in her usual harsh slang but immediately dug her head once Minho came closer. His elegant walking stick rested on his board shoulder, it was only a show off of his power, something only rich people could afford and showing off his wealth.

Minho's eyes fell on the tiny crouched brunet on the old chunky bed, locks falling into his face and a smirk adored Minho's features while he stared at his little flower he yearned so much for.

"Open the door, I wanna see him."

That was the deal with Choi Minho. Patients of the asylum couldn't get visitors but Taehyung was an exception.

Since he was basically not insane but in this prison like building because of the one and only Choi Minho. Being himself, Minho could do what he wanted. And he loved to visit Taehyung in the dawn, after the sun went down, coming to Taehyung with all the fears of the night, ready to attack the young fragile boy. Like a demon himself, ready to torture Taehyung.

The terrified woman quickly obeyed the man's command, unlocking the door and leaving almost the second Minho stepped inside, cold malicious eyes fixed on the petite brunet on the bed.

He has seen how Taehyung has shortly looked at him after he noticed him entering his cell but now, Taehyung was facing the dusty window again, soft delicate palm resting against the cold glass once again, eyes fixed on the forbidden outside.

"Hello, my little flower", Minho purred, walking closer to the little beauty who sat crouched on the bed, long thin legs pushed up to his chest, delicate chin resting on his knees. The beautiful male looked so soft, so fragile and delicate.

A breeze could blast him away, destroying his featherly bones until nothing but dust was left from this tiny angel. Taehyung wasn't always this thin, frailge and weak.

He was once a lively boy, with a strong healthy body, a passion for art and a wide beautiful smile. But this boy was long gone, leaving an empty shell, a phantom of the one he once was. Since he was forced into the asylum by Minho, he became incredibly thin, cheeks hollowed and soft body falling apart. Not that Minho minded, in his eyes, Taehyung would still be beautiful even if the boy was nothing more than skin and bones.

"Hello Minho", Taehyung's melodious voice sung his greeting and just like always, Minho was astonished with the way Taehyung managed to turn everything he did into something mesmerizing, beautiful and breathtaking.

He still wasn't facing Minho and the politician could only admire his perfect side profile with the red plushy lips, the delicate curved nose and his large puppy eyes, the eyes where emotions floated over, taking over his entire face, lighting it up and showcasing what the boy was feeling deeply inside.

"You shouldn't touch the glass too much, mi flor", Minho used the spanish nick name on purpose, knowing Taehyung couldn't understand him even if it was the same nickname he always called him, but now in another foreign language.

"You'll get cold and I don't want you to be ill." A small chuckle made its way out of Taehyung's throat, he was still stubbornly looking out of the window, watching how the last colors of the day died.

"As if you care for my health", he mumbled, voice a faint breath against his knees. But Minho heard it anyways, jaw immediately tightening, because after all this time, after the 1097 days Taehyung spent in this asylum, getting tortured on a daily basis on Minho's command, the delicate shaped boy still refused to drop his defense against Minho.

"Are you this eager for a punishment, mi flor?", Minho asked amused, staring down at his beautiful little rose, of course he was mocking Taehyung with his words because both of them knew what would await Taehyung when he would reject Minho. Just like the other 1097 times Minho asked him to marry him.

"Maybe I am... you should know the best how to torture me, Minho...", Taehyung mumbled, he was too exhausted and hungry to raise his voice even more, he looked so weak but his will was still not broken. Taehyung refused to give Minho the last thing of himself Minho hasn't already taken.

His pride.

"You could just agree to my proposal and I'll take you out of here this instant", Minho said lighthearted, he wasn't begging, he knew Taehyung would refuse but he loved to watch the boy suffer, wanted to have him fully on his mercy.

Minho was that evil and demonic. "Just go...", Taehyung mumbled, pretty little head already resting on his knees when his eyes fluttered close, long lashes touching his frail cheeks. Minho didn't growl annoyed but he did have enough from Taehyung's daring attitude towards him.

The politician gripped into the full locks of the boy, chocolate color cascading over his hand, silky strands filling the spots in between his fingers. Minho roughly yanked the boy's head towards him, bringing his face closer to Taehyung's soft small one.

The gorgeous brunet didn't whimper, in fact he only looked at Minho with tired eyes. "Let me sleep, Minho... I'm tired...", Taehyung mumbled, tired eyes wandering over Minho's face, the face of the man who destroyed his life and whom he hated the most.

"Just look at you, my little flower. You're so weak, I could crush you under my feet. You're going to break, sooner or later, I can promise you that. And when you break, I'm taking you as mine", Minho promised the wealth boy in his hold. A sarcastic smile twitched on Taehyung's rosy plump lips.

"I stayed 1097 days in hell, over three years because you want torture me for not becoming your personal bitch", Taehyung breathed out, voice soft and tender despite his harsh words. "I'll stay another three years here, and then, you'll be brideless but I won't be prideless", Taehyung said with a tender smirk before he yanked his hair out of Minho's tight grip.

He didn't flinch when his actions caused hair to rip out of his skull. "You know how you can find the way out", he mumbled, body turning back into his previous position. Minho just smirked, these encounters with the young beautiful flower boy still amused him and it was still the reason why he was so persistent to make Taehyung fully his.

The boy already belonged to him but he wanted to show everyone. "See you tomorrow, Taehyung. Let's see how you'll feel after another day of no sleep, no food or water and torture", Minho smirked, his embarrassment and anger showing for being rejected another time but quickly hidden behind his significant smirk.

"See you tomorrow", Taehyung whispered, already knowing, what was awaiting him, turning away from Minho and resting his head on his knees again.

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