"Don't try escape darling, you won't be able to."

Jun smirked at the boys scared expression, whistling lowly as he exited the house making Taehyung sigh in relief.

Taehyung was still tied to the chair, his stomach churned and he felt sick at the thought of Jun touching him.

The familiar metallic taste rose up from the boys throat, Taehyung grimaced at the taste.

He spat the blood out, the liquid staining his white shirt and his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

All he saw was darkness.

-

"Wake up darling."

Taehyung was nudged harshly, his eyes opened as he stared at Jun with wide eyes.

"What is this mess you've made."

Jun tutted lowly at the boy, his eyebrows raised as he gestures to the blood splattered on the ground.

Pointing to the stains on his shirt.

"I-I was sick."

Taehyung spoke, his throat slightly dry making his voice sound scratchy and groggy.

Jun growled lowly, an evil smirk played on his lips as he stared at the helpless boy tied up to the chair.

"Maybe we should have some fun to make you feel better my darling."

Jun stared at Taehyung with lustful eyes.

The boy whimpered his head lowered as he remembered how Jun liked to have his 'fun.'

Jun stared

"P-Please no."

-

Taehyung lay naked on the bed, his eyes dull his expression blank.

Once again he was used.

Like he always was.

That's all he was to Jun, a toy.

White bedsheets were wrapped around his frail body, and fortunately Jun was out of his sight.

Taehyung felt dirty, he felt sick.

"Can't I just die already?"