Haetsul stretched, his arms extending in front of him, legs trembling as a squeaky noise left his tense body. It was a wonderful stretch, strangely leaving him out of breath. He relaxed back into the warm sheets, his eyes watering as he yawned.

He slowly sat himself up, still free of the gag, newly free of his restraints on his arms as well. He let his eyes wander, looking for the twins. He came up empty, seemingly alone in the room. A strange anxiety gripped his as he carefully slid out of the bed, making a direct beeline for his crate, which was propped open. Haetsul lowered his body, flicking blankets over himself as he got comfortable.

The blankets were chilly against his skin sending goosebumps rippling across his arms. It was strangely soothing.

Haetsul waited with heavy eyelids to see if the twins would come back. Normally they would tell him goodbye and give him a pet on the head. He was disappointed.

Sudden and intense horror rushed over Haetsul. How could he be so content, how could he be disappointed? He was left unbound and alone? He should be escaping, finding a phone to call the police, anything. And yet his first instinct was to return to his cage.

Forcing himself up, he crawled out of the crate just as quickly as he entered. He sat on the ground, staring into it. He thought on what he had to give up to be free of restraints. The shame and fear that he experienced last night.

And yet as he glanced at the door, he felt fear. Where would he go? Would he just return to his life before all of this? No amount of therapy or medication would ever fix what had broken inside of him. He stared at his hands, the vicious scars that had been left behind by himself. He would be lying if he said he hadn't thought about killing himself.

He thought back on the care the twins had shown him. When he was at the hospital, they had saved him. They had fed him and bathed him. He needed them to survive. But somewhere along the way, Haetsul had found himself eagerly awaiting their presence. Despite his fear, he felt worse when they weren't around.

Their smell made his body react in a way he had never experienced before. The intensity of his arousal was scary in itself. He craved their touch.

He shoved himself off the floor, heart pounding as he desperately tried to steel his resolve. He had to get out. If this kept up, there was no way he could leave. He pulled open the wardrobe, stepping inside.

It was as if his knees turned to jelly under him. All he could smell was them. His body was reacting before he could register what was happening. With a shaky hand he grabbed a crisp white button up from a hanger, pulling it in before stumbling out, slamming the door behind him.

He ignored the ache between his legs as he approached the door, sweat accumulating on his palms. His chest was constricting, his breath catching.

He didn't know what was out there. Would he be killed if he left this room? Perhaps death would be better than his own mind betraying him, he felt himself slowly losing control of his own thoughts. His body and emotions betrayed him at every turn, he could no longer trust himself. He knew this wasn't normal, and he had to do his best to remain sane.

With a shaky hand he pulled the door open. Sunlight hit him, his eyes squinting as he winced at the sting. He hadn't been exposed to sunlight since he was taken. It felt uncomfortable on his skin, pairing with the lustful warmth of his body.

He took a step forward, and then another. He made his way quietly down the stairs, hand shielding his eyes so he could see. He was in a penthouse apartment. That much he could tell.

Haetsul's mind focused more and more on the twins with each step he took towards the front door. Panic and anger grew, rational thinking was fading. By the time he had reached it, he knew.

Haetsul couldn't leave. He was a dog. The twins loyal dog. As long as he was good, he would be rewarded and handled with care. As long as he was good, he could stay by their side.

He whipped around, stumbling back up the stairs to the bedroom. The second he stepped inside he could breathe again, the familiar scent stronger in there. His crumpled to the floor, tears slipping from his eyes. He missed them. He was confused. Why did they leave without saying goodbye, without petting him on the head and telling him to be good?

What would they do if they knew he left the room? If he put their clothes on? His worry and fear swirled as he realised all too late that he had not been good. With heavy sobs shaking his body, he crawled on his hands and knees to his crate, shutting the door behind him. And he sobbed.

As he heard the door click, Haetsul sat up, eyes puffy and swollen from crying. To his utter disappointment, he saw the blonde again. Haetsul's gut twisted, desperate for the twins embrace.

The blonde approached, bowl he held clanked loudly as he slammed it down into the ground.

Haetsul didn't want the food. He wanted the twins. And as the blonde tried to feed him, he turned his head away. After some forceful jabs with the spoon to Haetsul's cheek, he felt his desperation and anger hit a peak. He turned and bit the blondes hand.

Haetsul jumped as the man yelled, shuffling back. A cold sweat broke out on his skin. He was in danger. He could feel it. His eyes widened as the man produced a small plastic package containing a syringe. The man's hand snapped forward, gripping Haetsul's hair tightly, he yanked Haetsul forward, plunging the needle into his neck with no warning.

A cry escaped Haetsul's lips as he was dragged from the crate, his body quickly going limp under him. He tried to push the blonde away but his body and mine became sluggish.

The hand in his hair held strong as his face was slammed into the ground.
The blonde gripped the spoon and pressed it harshly against Haetsul's lips. He felt his stomach turn, trying desperately to pull his face away from the food with no success.

A sharp and sudden pain burst across Haetsul's face, a loud smack resounding in skull. Pain blossomed in his cheek as his head was lifted and smacked again. The force was so intense that he felt his lip split. He could taste blood.

The blonde picked up the spoon, shoving food down Haetsul's throat. He gagged and twisted his body to avail, his stomach squeezing as he fought the urge to vomit.

Finally, the blonde was done, letting go of Haetsul's hair with a shove, pushing him to fall back into the hardwood floor. The blonde rose, staring down at Haetsul's shaking body before opening his mouth and spitting. Haetsul flinched, a shiver of disgust running through him as the spit landed on his cheek.

Haetsul couldn't say a word, laying still as the blonde grabbed the dishes and left, the door slamming shut on the way out.

His cheek ached as his lip dripped blood down his chin. He struggled to drag his body up, dizzy and unsteady as he crawled back into his crate.

Haetsul ached for the normal routine that he and the twins had each morning, and yet a voice in his head screamed at him he didn't deserve it, not after trying to leave and biting.

Haetsul usually slept most of the day, quietly lazing while thinking about very little. But after what had happened, his mind was swirling and loud. It felt like he was unable to breathe, the ache in his skull growing as he tried to figure out what he should do.

The blonde hadn't shut or locked the crate when he left, he didn't even put Haetsul back into the crate, just left him lying on the floor. Haetsul's stomach flipped nauseatingly.

Haetsul had hooked his foot into the bars of the crate, pulling it shut. He could open the latch if he tried but a small sense of security had pumped through him. Familiarity. A feeling of refuge and safety amidst the chaos of his life.

When Haetsul heard the door click open, his heart squeezed. He sat up so fast he bumped his head on the side of the crate. He felt waves of relief as his eyes landed on the twins, their voices softly caressing him as they talked.

Haetsul watched without breathing as legs approached the crate and crouched down. He immediately felt the tears that had rimmed him eyes fall, his sore lips quivering as he tried to not sob. The crate swung open and hands pulled Haetsul from inside.

He immediately buried himself into the warmth and scent of the twin, unsure as to which one this was. A small whine pushed from his mouth as his lips trembled. Relief. Despite knowing he had been bad ad he would likely receive punishment, the twins eased his turmoil. Their scent and warmth were enough to make Haetsul nearly forget everything that had happened. But the pain in his body seemed to snap him out of his relieved haze.

"Oh puppy, did you miss us? Is that why you were so naughty today?"

Fingers touched his hair, and he flinched. The feeling of the blonde yanking his head around violently accompanied by the sharp ache that the rough treatment had left was prevalent.

His head was pulled up by his chin, now staring into the face of Haehyun. The grip on his chin tightened, his head turned to the side as Haehyun inspected his slightly swollen cheek.

"Haetsul" The way his voice rolled off of Haehyun's tongue made him flinch. He sounded angry.

"I-I'm sorry" Haetsul blurted out, his hands tightening onto Haehyun's clothes.

He was pulled up, body all but dragged over to the couch. As he was placed down, a blanket was pulled over his lap. Haehyun knelt in front of him, his arms bracing on either side of his hips. Even when Haehyun was crouched down, his body was big enough to cage Haetsul in.

"Haetsul" Haehyun repeated, Haetsul's body pressing back into the couch. "What happened?"

Haetsul's lips trembled. They knew what he had done, perhaps they just wanted him to say it.

"I..I was b-bad" Haetsul choked out, eyes glossy as he looked pathetically at Haehyun. Haehyun lifted his arm, fingers softly touching the spot Haetsul had been hit before dropping his hand.

Haetsul watched as Haehyun let loose a breath, a slight growl rasping at the edges. The sound left goosebumps toppings across his skin.

"What happened to your face puppy?" Heehyun sat next to Haetsul, his arm reaching out to stroke his sore cheek.

"...He hit me"

"The man who comes to feed you?" Haetsul nodded, the lump in his throat making g it hard to speak.

"Was there anything else?" Haetsul hesitated, unsure if how much they wanted to know.

"Puppy, it's okay. How many times did he hit you? Did he do anything else?"

"He hit me twice...H-he also grabbed me by my hair a-and he spat..on me"

Haehyun stood, the abrupt motion causing Haetsul to flinch, sinking against Heehyun's side. He watched as Haehyun stalked across the room, slamming the door shut behind him.

"It's okay now, let's just relax and get you cleaned up hmm?"

Haetsul was whisked into the bathroom, his arms freed from their bindings. Under Heehyun's gentle touch, Haetsul's body relaxed.

"What kind of food do you like?"

The question was abrupt, breaking Haetsul from his dissociative state. The food he had been fed since he arrived was porridge, easy to digest but relatively bland.

"Sweet things" His voice was soft, his mind flicking to the sweet deserts that he used to prepare at work. His heart sank a little at the memory. When he first arrived here he wanted nothing more than to leave. But after this morning he realised how his fluttered with fear at the thought of going back. Stepping outside the room felt impossible. And what would he do without the twins? He really couldn't t do anything without them. They fed him and bathed him, helped him go to the bathroom and tucked him in...He felt shame that he had tried to leave.

"Ah, you have a sweet tooth. Well, are you allergic to anything?" Heehyun rinsed the suds off of Haetsul's body, his tone light as he asked the question. Haetsul shook his head.

Heehyun helped Haetsul up, supporting his arm as he stepped out of the bath. Haetsul pondered the events of the day. He was waiting to be punished, and yet he had been given the same gentle treatment he usually was. He was confused.

His mind thought over the interaction with the blonde. He had seemed to angry, even when he had stepped in.

Heehyun was towel drying Haetsul's hair, the soft motions feeling similar to a massage. Each movement seems to sooth the dull ache that had settled in his skull.

"I-I was bad. I..I touched your clothes and I left the room" a sudden wave of guilt hit Haetsul hard. "A-and I bit even though you said n-not to..." Haetsul's own tears surprised him. His stomach swirled as he waited for whatever answer he may receive.

"Good boy for being honest. You're right, that was unacceptable behaviour. We'll deal with punishment later. For now we will just relax. " Haetsul's shoulders loosened in relief. Punishment would surely be scary, and yet he felt such relief in them knowing. Punishment meant he would be forgiven.