By the time Holden walked down the stairs early in the morning, he had already gotten dressed and ready for the day.

He had woken up a bit earlier than usual this morning, wanting to play with his new toy a little before he had to leave for work.

Like a little kid on Christmas morning, he hurried down the stairs, not sparing a glance to Yoongi's room as he entered the living room.

The boy was still in the same position that Holden had left him in last night, and the man stopped to take in the sight with a smile.

He looked beautiful like that, tangled in ropes, dressed in sheer black and locked away so that only Holden could play with him. It reminded him how he wanted to dye the boys hair again. He noticed the machine was fucking into the boy a little slower than what he recalled setting the speed to, and assumed the batteries were dying.

"Cheap shit." He muttered, switching it off. There was no point to it anyways if the boy wasn't able to feel it. Besides, he was sure he had gotten his point across. He pulled the machine back, admiring the sight as the giant toy slid out of the boy, leaving a gape.

He could fuck him right here, right now. It was worth being late to work.

But again, he decided there wasn't a point to the action if the boy couldn't feel it. He wanted their first time to be slow and memorable, so he reluctantly decided not to. Maybe tonight he would, if the boys attitude was better this time around.

He crouched down, studying the tied up boy in the cage, wondering how he was sleeping so well in what was clearly a painful position. Maybe he had passed out instead. Holden could believe it.

Despite the time it would take to do, the man decided to change the boys position.

He hadn't done that to previous captives, and had always hated the disgusting looking bruises and rope burns. It turned him off, and their whole point of being there was to do the opposite.

So he untied the boy, pulling his unconscious form out of the cage. He unlocked the chains around the boys wrists and examined them. They were red, but he knew it would heal on its own and vanish sooner than later.

Namjoon didn't move as the man removed all the ropes from the cage, the drugs still coursing through his veins.

Holden shoved a few pillows inside the cage, as well as a blanket. He didn't like the way the bottom of the hard cage had left marks on the boys pretty skin. He wanted his pet to be perfect.

When he was done, he looked the unconscious boy over, debating whether or not to restrain him again.

He would be home alone while Holden and Vylette were both at work and Yoongi was at school, and would no doubt try to escape. He wasn't broken in enough yet to give up trying to get free.

The cage was sturdy and strong, and the padlock wouldn't break unless the boy was on steroids or something, so he decided to leave the boy untied for today. Test him. See what decisions he would make.

He faced the boy now, gently rolling him over onto his back as he gazed upon the boys face.

Pretty tan skin. Long dark eyelashes. Plush, pink lips.

Beautiful.

Holden leaned down, kissing him.

It was always nice when his prize couldn't fight back.

Knowing he had to get to work, Holden gathered the boy into his arms, guiding him back into the cage. He locked it and pocketed the key, deciding to check the news and see if anyone knew the boy was missing yet.

He hoped not.

He was just starting to have fun.

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Yoongi stayed still in bed, listening to the front door shut, knowing the man had left for the day. In about an hour, the female would be waking up for her own job. He had a small window to go see Namjoon.

He got up quickly, being as quiet as he always was as he hurried down the stairs to the living room.

He had expected the man to turn off the machine, and while he was glad he had been right, he was surprised to see that the man had also untied Namjoon and made his cage more comfortable.

He must really value Namjoon far more than any of his previous victims, and that thought made Yoongi shudder in fear for the boy.

Yoongi went to the kitchen, preparing some food to give to Namjoon when he woke up. He pulled a few bottles of water out of the fridge as well, planning on keeping it in his room until the boy was awake.

His heart pounded and he kept sneaking glances at the living room, getting glimpses of the passed out boy.

He didn't know what it was about the boy, but he felt closer to Namjoon than he had ever felt to any previous victims. What had the man been saying about him? That he was a porn star?

Yoongi's cheeks turned red at the thought of seeing Namjoon naked.

"What are you doing, brat?"

Yoongi jumped, turning around quickly to see the female entering the kitchen.

"J-just making lunch, for myself." He stammered, looking at the ground.

"Hmph. And of course you don't have any respect for your own mother to think of her first. Where's my lunch, hmm? Or did you want your poor hardworking mommy to starve?"

Yoongi sighed mentally at the emotional torment. "I'm sorry. Do you want a sandwich too?"

She snorted, going to the fridge. "I'm not lowering my standards for your shit. I'll eat what my capable boyfriend prepared." She pulled out the leftover food from last night, packing it up to take with her to her work.

Yoongi watched her, knowing he was actually a pretty decent cook, but these two people would never know.

They claimed to be his mom and dad, and maybe on paper and in legal terms, they were right. But Yoongi never thought of them like that. Never referred to them as such. They were always just 'the man, the woman'. Certainly not his parents.

Yoongi had always wondered why he had been given up for adoption, but even if his real parents were bank robbers or prostitutes or teenagers who were too young to accept their mistakes, he still viewed them as better than this toxic couple that had taken him in.

"Did you finish your homework?" She asked sharply. "You better not fail."

"I finished it." Yoongi mumbled, still not making eye contact. "I'll turn it in today."

"If you have even one wrong answer, you'll regret it." She threatened as she left.

Yoongi winced, knowing they took his school work seriously. If he got low scores on anything, the man wouldn't hesitate to remove his belt and strike Yoongi with it, and the female would rake her sharp fingernails over Yoongi's pale skin again, drawing blood.

Not that they cared about him having a good education, they just wanted Yoongi to become rich and successful so they could take his money.

Yoongi had a feeling the white couple had adopted him purely because of the stereotype involving his race, as if Yoongi had been born with a 200IQ automatically just because he was Asian.

He doubted they even knew what country he was from. He doubted they knew any Asian country besides China.

Sighing, Yoongi walked to the living room, sitting on the carpet beside the cage.

He knew he had to leave for school soon, but he didn't want to go. He wanted to stay by Namjoon, especially since they could be alone together all day.

But if he skipped school, the office would call the man and woman and he would be beaten as soon as they came home.

He bit his lip, thinking of his friend who worked in the office.

He didn't have a phone to call Jimin, he would have to go to school and ask the student council boy to mark him as present in the office records and then sneak back out and back home.

It would be a risk, but as Yoongi gazed at Namjoon and thought about how brave and kind the innocent boy was, Yoongi knew he had to take it.