Despite the high heels she was wearing, one powerful kick from Vylette knocked the door nearly off its hinges.

"You lying rat bastard son of a bitch!" She screamed, throwing Namjoon inside the room.

Holden, clearly startled, froze.

Namjoon stumbled with his hands tied, before catching himself. He looked at the bed and his eyes widened when he saw Yoongi naked, bound and gagged on it and covered in come with Holden between his spread legs.

Fury and heartbreak flooded the pornstars veins, his fingers curling into fists.

And then he heard his own voice, and his head snapped to the computer, shock settling in his every pore when he saw his own videos playing.

Oh God... had those been playing while Yoongi was getting...

Namjoon choked, gagging in horror.

Holden slid off the bed, pulling out of Yoongi. Come seeped out of the boys abused hole, pooling on the dirty sheets.

"Vy, baby, calm down," Holden held up both hands as he backed up.

Everyone in the room knew that was the wrong thing to say to an angry woman, and Vylette visibly seethed.

Holden's head snapped to the side from the violent punch, and he stumbled back from the force of it.

Vylette didn't give him time to recover, jumping on the man in an instant with punches and kicks raining left and right.

"You fucking dirty, lying cheating bastard!" She raged, red mist settling over her bright blue eyes. "You lie about going to work so that you can stay at home and cheat on me with our toys?! You damage my brand new boytoy and dye its hair black when you damn well I wanted it blonde! You stupid, fuckbrained idiot! I'll kill you! And what the hell were you doing with Yoongi?! Did you lie to me about him too?! Wanted to keep him for you gay ass self?! You dead piece of shit- I'll fucking kill you! LYING, FILTHY, CHEATING, NO GOOD, DEAD PIECE OF SHIT!!!"

Namjoon watched in fascination as the smaller woman easily overpowered and overwhelmed the man that Namjoon had previously viewed as undefeatable. Now he had glimmer of hope that only rose more and more as Vylette didn't let up on punching her husband with her French manicured nails.

Then he remembered Yoongi and snapped out of his awe, running to the bed.

"Yoongi," he breathed, cupping the boys face with his bound hands, not caring about the spray of come coating Yoongi's skin. "Oh, Yoongi..."

Yoongi blinked at him, causing a tear to spill over and run down his wet cheek. He made a soft sound behind the gag, face crumpling as a sob took over.

"Shh, shh, it's okay." Namjoon carefully worked his fingers through the boys sweaty hair, brushing it aside as Yoongi turned his head so that Namjoon could undo the clasp of the gag, removing it gently and throwing it aside.

"N-N-Namj-joon-" Yoongi hiccupped, trembling.

"It's okay, take a deep breath, I got you." Namjoon kept his voice soft and gentle, which was hard to do when he was on the verge of tears himself. "I got you, love. Just breathe, it's all going to be okay."

Yoongi tried to calm down, taking deep breaths as Namjoon worked on untying his wrists from the headboard.

It was hard to do when his own hands were bound, but Namjoon didn't lose focus until Yoongi was finally free.

Yoongi's hands shot down to cover himself, crying silently as he squeezed his eyes shut, clearly humiliated.

Namjoon bowed his head and cursed silently as tears of anger threatened to spill over. He should have stood up for the smaller boy more. Insisted Holden leave Yoongi alone. Namjoon was the one Holden really wanted after all, he should have done more to protect Yoongi.

He untied Yoongi's ankles as well, hands shaking from all his emotions.

Vylette spat on her husband as she got back to her feet. "You can sleep in the cage you put my new toy in, stupid bastard." She gave the man another kick between his legs and stomped to the door.

Stopping in the threshold, she looked over at Namjoon and Yoongi passively, before walking over.

"Get him cleaned up." She told Namjoon, grabbing his hands and untying them. "Use the guest bathroom. Then come see me."

Namjoon was a little surprised, but he wasn't about to argue with her, especially after he had witnessed her nearly kill a man without hesitation or breaking a sweat.

"W-wait-" he called out before she could leave.

She huffed, pausing. "What?"

Namjoon fidgeted with his hands, nervous to ask.

"Um, please, miss... neither Yoongi or I have eaten in... a while. Would it be possible... to make something quick and small after I help him? If you're hungry, I could make you something as well..." he trailed off, trying to judge her reaction based off her facial expression. "Or just some water... it would really help."

She waved him off. "Don't bother. I'm using that bastard's credit card to order food. Stay in the guest room with him. I'll deal with that cheap son of a whore." She motioned passively at the groaning figure of Holden. She narrowed her eyes. "And don't call me miss, I'm your master."

Namjoon disagreed, though not to her face. "Yes, master."

With a pleased smirk, Vylette left the room.

Letting out a quiet breath of relief, Namjoon turned and risked a glance at Holden.

The man was still laying on the floor, the white carpet stained with blood. His nose was definitely broken, blood gushing out of both nostrils. His tan skin was marred with bruises from Vylette's heels and he was curled in a fetal position with his hands cradling his cock.

Hoping she had kicked him hard enough to damage the mans dick permanently, Namjoon quickly scooped up Yoongi in a bridal style, not caring that he was getting himself dirty as he held the small, shivering boy close.

He looked back at Holden again, with something inside of him wanting to take advantage of the mans weakened state. It might be his only chance to...to...

To what? Kill him?

Namjoon didn't know if he was capable of that.

Even after everything Holden had done, murdering a human being was a line you could never uncross.

Namjoon lingered a few moments longer, until Yoongi's whimpers snapped him out of it.

Hurrying out of the room, Namjoon entered the guest bedroom and kicked the door shut behind him. There was a lock on the door, but he didn't dare use it. Holden was too weak to come after them anyways, and he didn't want to have Vylette's rage turn on him if he locked her out.

Besides, she was going to bring them food and water.

He walked to the bathroom and gently placed Yoongi inside the white tub, trying not to jostle him too much.

"It's okay," he whispered, running a hand through Yoongi's hair soothingly while his other hand turned on the water. He twisted the knob to the warm side, judged the temperature, and turned it down a little bit.

Yoongi whimpered and blinked his eyes open as the warm water slowly rose in the tub, touching his bare skin.

"I'm going to get you clean, okay?" Namjoon said softly, petting Yoongi as gently as possible. "Can I do that for you, Yoongi?"

Yoongi's red rimmed eyes searched for Namjoon's, met them, and burst into loud sobs.

The sound cracked Namjoon's heart in two, and he reacted on pure emotion.

His hands shot into the tub, grabbing Yoongi's cheeks and smashing their lips together.

Their tears mixed and ran down their cheeks, falling into the water below.

Namjoon kissed him again and again, as if trying to remove everything Yoongi had gone through by giving him little spots of love.

Yoongi grabbed Namjoon's hands with his own, trembling despite the warm water covering him. He opened his mouth, letting Namjoon in, giving himself to the only person who ever cared for him.

Finally reaching the point of exhaustion, Yoongi let go and slumped back against the white ceramic tub with a final whimper.

Still crying silently, Namjoon leaned down and kissed Yoongi's hair and forehead repeatedly, squeezing Yoongi's hand tightly.

He shut off the water before the tub could overflow and scrubbed his forearm over his eyes. He had to get a grip, Yoongi needed him right now.

"I'm going to get you clean, love," he whispered to Yoongi. "Squeeze my hand if you want me to stop."

He held Yoongi's hand as he grabbed the washcloth and soap, carefully scrubbing it against the boys skin.

Yoongi winced when Namjoon's hand got lower, but he didn't squeeze the pornstars hand.

Namjoon made sure every trace of come was cleared away from Yoongi's skin before draining the water and filling the tub up again with fresh water. He never let go of Yoongi's hand as he washed the boys hair, kissing Yoongi's cheek every now and then.

He knew he should say something, thank Yoongi for his brave sacrifice, but he couldn't seem to find the right words to express what he was feeling.

He wondered if the right words for this scenario even existed.

After Yoongi was fully clean, Namjoon drained the water again and wrapped the small boy in fluffy towels, carrying him out of the bathroom. He sat Yoongi on the bed, rubbing the towel over Yoongi's skin and hair to dry him off.

Namjoon slipped the sweatshirt off, about to use it to cover Yoongi, but then he saw it was stained with come and changed his mind. Tossing it aside, he faced Yoongi.

The boy was curled up on top of the bed, covering himself with trembling hands.

"Love," Namjoon knelt down, placing his hand on Yoongi's damp hair. "I'm going to run to your room and grab you some clothes, okay? I'll be right back, I won't even be gone for a full minute, I promise."

Yoongi nodded, eyes squeezed shut.

Namjoon kissed him softly on his cheek before standing up. He hurried to the door but paused, looking back at the helpless boy. He didn't want to leave his side for even a second, but at the moment there wasn't any danger posed to Yoongi.

Quickly, Namjoon threw the door open and ran back to Yoongi's room. He threw the closet open and grabbed out the first sweatshirt his fingers touched, yanking it off the hangers. Then he went to the dresser drawers, opening the top one to pull out a pair of sweatpants that he hoped would be baggy and comfy for Yoongi. He pulled out a pair of boxers too and bundled the clothing up in his arms before hurrying back to Yoongi.

The boy hadn't moved from his spot on the bed.

"Here, love," Namjoon laid out the clothes for him. "Do you want me to help you get dressed or do you want to do it yourself?"

Yoongi sniffed and scrubbed his eyes, calming down a bit more. He sat up and grabbed the hoodie, pulling it over his hips to cover himself, despite Namjoon never looking there.

Namjoon nodded. "I'll turn around." And he did.

He listened to the sounds of Yoongi sniffling as he got dressed, wishing he had also grabbed some clothes for himself. He wrapped his arms around his bare torso, imagining himself bound and naked on that bed instead of Yoongi, with that monster of a man sneering over him, forcing himself into Namjoon's body in repeated, painful thrusts.

Yoongi was stronger than him. Namjoon didn't think he could have lasted as long as Yoongi has so far if their positions had been switched.

Yoongi sneezed and Namjoon turned around, seeing the boy was fully clothed again.

"Oh, baby," Namjoon walked over, sitting on the edge of the bed. He pulled the covers back and Yoongi crawled underneath them. Namjoon tucked him in, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to the boys temple.

"N-Namjoon..." Yoongi's voice was barely audible, and trembling.

"It's okay love," Namjoon assured him, stroking his hair. "He's gone for now, he won't touch you."

Yoongi shuddered, and Namjoon expected him to pass out from the weight of everything, but Yoongi gripped the porn stars hand tightly, eyes wide open.

"Namjoon, I'm sorry."

Sorry? Namjoon blanched.

"Your... your videos." Yoongi whispered. "He put them on... he made me watch them. He gave me...a pill. It...it made me... enjoy your videos. I'm s-sorry, I didn't mean to... objectify you..."

"Oh, Yoongi," Namjoon held back tears. "I was going to apologize for those, it's not your fault. I'm so sorry for whatever those videos made you feel."

"You..." Yoongi stared at him. "You don't hate me?"

"Never." Namjoon gripped Yoongi's hand with both of his own, squeezing tightly. "I will never hate you, Yoongi. No matter what. I promise, I swear."

Visibly calming down, Yoongi's eyes fluttered shut, a relaxed sigh escaping his pouty lips.

"Go to sleep, love." Namjoon encouraged softly. "I'll watch over you."

It only took a few moments for Yoongi to fall asleep, his fingers relaxing around Namjoon's hand.

Namjoon stayed beside him, watching the boy sleep.

His mind raced with a million thoughts and feelings, exhausting him.

He had gone through a lot today as well, and his own eyes felt heavy.

The door opened, startling Namjoon back to full alertness.

Vylette stood there, sipping pop throught a straw from a fast food cup, a plastic bag dangling from her fingers.

"Here." She plopped the bag of food on the bedside table and Namjoon could smell the fried chicken inside. "He can eat when he wakes up. There's a serving for both of you in there and two water bottles."

Despite his stomach rumbling at the smell, Namjoon knew he would wait for Yoongi to wake up before eating.

"Thank you, master." Namjoon said quietly.

His stomach churned at calling her that, but unless he wanted to be in the same injured state as Holden, or even worse, he committed himself to referring to her as his master.

Besides, it wouldn't hurt to be on her good side. He definitely didn't want her as an enemy.

She was clearly pleased with the title, smiling as she reached out and ruffled his hair. "Good boy."

Her hand dropped down, cupping Namjoon's jaw and tilting his head up.

Namjoon's heart pounded as he looked into her intense gaze.

"You know you're my toy, don't you."

It wasn't a question.

He nodded as much as he could with her hand gripping his face. "Yes, master."

"My toy, my good boy." She reiterated sternly. "A good toy listens to its master, doesn't he?"

"Yes," Namjoon tried not to stutter in fear. "Master."

She cooed, reaching down to kiss his nose. "Don't forget to come to my room, my prized possession. I'll be waiting for you."

Nausea spiked in the porn star as she kissed his forehead and released him.

He watched her walk away, heart pounding long after she closed the door.