Be prepared sinners 😏, next part is a taste of something bigger. I just hope I'm not boring you yet. Enjoy ^.^
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(Vanoss POV)
I opened my eyes after few hours. I couldn't sleep properly. Those chains were cutting deep into my flesh, refusing to let me sleep. At that point I didn't care anymore. I was done for, waiting for death like a salvation.

I fucked up, letting the father's trust down, letting Craig most likely die, sending the world to doom. I deserved the worst.

The door opened, and I looked at the insane masked man. He came to me, and I expected another beating, another torturing. But I felt loosening at my hands, and within few seconds I fell on the ground, weak and defenseless.

"Come here," he commanded.

I was confused over all of this.

Why is he letting me of the chains? He isn't letting me go, is he? Or maybe he's going to kill me now. That's it, my final minutes of life.

I wasn't scared, I welcomed it. I slowly stood up, watching him leave the room, and I followed him.

I should be co confessing my sins, or is it the thing people do when they're going to die?

We walked upstairs to the kitchen, when he pointed to the chair next to the table.

"Sit down."

I listened to him as an obedient pet, waiting for his next orders. He put two plates full of food on the table, and glass of water.

"Eat."

I looked at the food in front of me, understanding it's poisoned.

"Eat!" He repeated louder, and then sat against me.

So I started to eat, hunger fully consuming my mind. I didn't mind the matters, especially not in front of him. He was scanning me, my every move I did.

In the half of my eating, he stood up, grabbing some disinfection and bandages, returning to me. He took my free hand into his, making my body to shiver. I didn't know if it was from fear or excitement. To my surprise he treated my wounds carefully, which I wouldn't have connected to his character.

Once I was finished, he stood up, gesturing me to follow him. We walked to the room with a single bed.

"Go get some rest. I'll leave you now," he said, closing the door behind him.

I frowned, nor understanding a damn thing, confused over his behavior.

Maybe he don't want to see me dying? Or he's  just giving me my last meal and last sleep.

I lay down on the bed, enjoying the softness, like a small child. You can't fully enjoy something, until you lost it. And I missed this so much. I heard the main door closed, and my body tensed.

He didn't lock the door. He left, leaving me here alone. That's my chance, right?

I got up, walking to the main door. But then it hit me. The slight hope vanished again.

He's testing me. He wouldn't have left me alone with a chance to escape. He's watching me, scanning my intentions.

I backed away from the door, looking at the kitchen.

I could cook something, right? Like a goodbye message? What if he get angry about it?

I turned around, walking back to my room with a sigh. I noticed some papers laying on the table in the living room. I know I shouldn't have looked, but I was curious. I stepped closer and saw papers about the man with a name Ryan Brown. From his name to every other small detail. I knew him well. And down there was a small signature of FBI.

What? So this masked man, Delirious, is working for FBI? But that agent who was looking after me was from FBI, wasn't he? He promised me safety. So he lied? Or maybe Delirious has some connection in the FBI, like secrets spies, which David don't know about. So he has information about me as well? What does he know about me? I mean it doesn't matter anyway. I won't wake up anymore.

I was tired, so I walked back to my room.

Ok, so firstly I would love to thank my parents for giving me the opportunities in my life. I wished me and my father would have had better relationship, but it's late for that. I'm pleased that Craig could be my best fiend, I wouldn't want anybody else to be by my side, and even though I wasn't behaving as a friend to him, bailing on him many times, I wished him the best. If he's still alive. Well it seems I didn't have many friends, as I thought. I wanna apologize for my behavior towards the women I used. It wasn't fair. I'm sorry I did things I'm not proud about. So that's it? I think I can go now. So if heaven exist, please take me up there. And watch over my family and mainly over Craig.

With cleared mind, and no other fears I fell asleep within few seconds.

When I woke up, I wasn't alone anymore. I heard the water in the shower, which indicated that he had returned. The second fact was that I wasn't dead. Fully alive, filled with energy. I was so confused. I should have been dead by now, but I wasn't.

I got up, walking out of my room. I walked to the kitchen with intention to cook something for both of us, but I spotted the mask on the counter. I stepped closer, taking the mask into my hands. My body was filled with curiousness, how could this man look like. I always remembered him as a masked man, but now I could have known him as a human person.

I put the mask back, slowly walking to the door he was in, forgetting about the food I wanted to eat. I wanted to just a peek, just to see how he looked like. Slowly opening the door I wished he wouldn't have seen me.

First thing I saw was his muscular naked body, on which could have been seen scars. I continued up and stopped on his face. He had short brown hair, the most gorgeous face I had ever seen. He was stunningly handsome, my heart beating so fast.

Stop it! He's not handsome, he's monster. He tortured you, he mocked you, humiliated you. Why am I attracted to him? This is fucked up.

I wanted to walk away, but I enjoyed studying his body, his scars, which I knew every single one is memory of something. I wanted to get him know better. And before I could have stopped it, I was horny just by looking at him. My mind started to imagine pictures about both of us, my hand slowly drifting down. I was pathetic, but he was so attractive.

"Enjoying your view?"