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30 minutes later, xueCheng exited the house feeling worried for Anying...
"He isn't an indoor person...". He said out loud as the breeze blew his hair in his face.
But , he got worried for himself the next moment when His phone rang.... He almot got a heart attack when he saw the caller's ID.
He hesitated picking up his phone for a while...
"No... That would cause more trouble.". He reasoned in a mumble and proceeded to press the receive button. Then he held the phone to his left ear.
"H-hello?...". He said, Trying not to stammer much.
"Your manager just told me you left one hour, twenty minutes ago, where are you?". Came xiajie's even voice with hidden knives.
"... Umm... Booked a cab.. ". He lied.
"Your work place is 15 minutes ride away from our condo xue, I chose it for this purpose." Xiajie replied blankly.
"I-i...my friend's mother opned a ramen joint in one of the districts, I went to try it out". xueCheng supplied again, angering xiajie.
Way to go xue!. Damn you manager Kim!.
Well... He didn't blame the man... Xiajie was scary.
"Good. Yet, do remember your tracker's monitoring device is with me."..
xueCheng paled.. "I...I.. i'm.. already on my way!. Pleaee don't check it!. I'm almost there!..".
"Roulade district huh babe?.". Xiajie drawled eerily.
"Oh-no...". He was doomed.
He boarded a cab and opted to arrive home before xiajie... Yet when he got into the dimly illuminated room, his back was ruthlessly slammed against the door he closed and he was devoured without any ounce of recognition or mercy...
Ah... Xiajie piled up the rejection from before to his violations...
So, he spent another week grounded in bed with xiajie...
"H-ho...ahn! .. r-ri... fic...". xueCheng mumbled in between moans..
"Hm?, what's that?." Xiajie asked when he heard the youth mumble beneath him.
xueCheng scoffed internally. "N-nothing.... Ahh!- slow down!.".
An ominous look appeared on xiajie's face as he asked thoughtfully. "How would it be a punishment when I... Slow down hm?.". Another thrust.
xueCheng wept. "S-slow!... Dow-n!.. aaa!..."..
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The days continued going passed in a slow pace and Anying continued to get dull...
All he had to do was wake up, barely eat, bath, and sleep in an endless circle.
He was tired of it... Like right now, it was already evening and he was waiting for Hanze to come back so he could ask the man something.
He was tired, he wanted to at least have a job... No even if it was a part time job... Go out.. hang out with friends and all that... Even if it was just a thirty minutes stroll a day.
"I would appreciate..". He sighed, drawing his knees to his chest and hugged them.
His eyes darted around the all too familiar and dull room... He didn't know if he would run mad soon because, there wasn't even any way to communicate with anybody from this room... Nothing, even zucchini wasn't even being helpful.
Ok he admitted the annoying AI was of a tiny weeny itsy bit of help but that was all.
"Am I not mentally dead yet?.". He mummured.
The door suddenly made a sound causing him to face the door. Hanze walked through looking good and ignoring all talks from him as usual.
"Welcome...". He greeted, but got no response.
So he just stopped because Hanze wouldn't reply anyway. Sighing, he began puffing air out of his mouth for entertainment.
Sometime later, hanze exited the bathroom and headed for the closet. There, he dressed and headed to the bed immediately.
As he got closer Anying began to clearly make out the abnormal signs on his face. Taught expression, clenched jaw and slightly furrowed brows... It was barely noticeable.
And his aura had turned into something else... It was not pleasant to say the least.
The other side of the bed dipped as Hanze climbed on to sleep.
The guy layed facing the ceiling, with hand over his eyes. Then did Anying try his luck.
"Hanze...". He called slowly, facing the man's direction.
"What is it?.". Hanze replied, suprising Anying. But he quickly recovered though.
"I...I want to umm.. ask a favour...?.". He stated in question, feeling nervous.
Hanze stayed silent for a while, spooking him before giving him permission . "Go on.".
Anying released a breath he didn't have any idea about holding. He then said meekly, "I want out.".
Then he closed his eyes and waited for Hanze to lash out on him but he got an unexpected reserved reply instead ". Alright then, remind me tomorrow ok?.".
Anying blinked, thinking he heard wrong until Hanze's boring gaze darted towards him. ."O-ok ....". He stuttered out.
Then silence ensued. So, Anying uncomfortably layed down with a bad gut feeling.
'. Hanze has an ulterior motive again... ' he whined internally.
' oh... Why Did I ask again?... '. He asked... He regretted his actions till when he fell asleep.
As soon as hanze's ears picked up his even breathing, he got down from the bed with a cold sneer.
"Ungrateful.".
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The morning that followed.
Anying woke up to the feelings of coldness on his wrists, neck, and ankles...
' strange?... '. He jerked up to evade the uncomfortable feeling but got something embedded into his skin that drew blood instead, also the clanging of metals followed. He hissed in pain and opened his eyes.
And when he did, what he saw of himsepf was grave. It shot down his brain for a moment as he tried very hard to process what happened.
But before he could, Hanze came out from the closet and strode towards him, hands in his pockets, hair let free and looking like a devil. ". I gave you food, freedom ad comfort but you still had to complain about it. Now this is how it feels when you aren't free.". He interupted the youth's thoughts, pointing at the chains binding his limbs.
He was chained, chains to the walls in a sitting position with needles embedded chains... If he moved then he would have blood all over his body. Tears streamed down his face...
This wasn't what he wanted...
"Oh no. Don't cry, just bear this and defy me next time, trust me when I say this. ' I love your pitiful and submissive face' ." Hanze taunted the sobbing youth.
Anying bit his lips until he could taste his own blood. "W-why.. why.. Hanze p-pease..". He stuttered not knowing how to form coherent words.
"Oh please, it's foreign. ". Hanze said with a slight curve of his lips. Ah, this was lovable. What?. No judging.
"Well bye bye.". Hanze said to the flabbergasted youth and used the door much to anying's horror.
As soon as he left, Anying broke down ino painful tears... What?. He was supposedly to stay in this position for how long?.
Definitely with no food nor water?.
Why was hanze this cruel!. And by the way, where was his second husband?!.
At least yanlye seemed caring but spoilt.. .. The flirt. Hanze was too much.
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