The pain was sharp, feeling like it sucked out every last breath and replaced it with short ones, just like the tears that slipped onto the expensive rug beneath.

It's been around 7 months since you were kidnapped by your teacher. Or was it more? Not like you kept counting the days anymore.

Your friends had bitterly searched for you, day and night. He acted like the kind and worried teacher they thought he was. When in all reality, he had you stuck in his estate's highest floor, all curtains shut.

Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer of the modern era and a teacher at Jujutsu High. No one dares to defy him. Or, at least not to a dangerous extent. For some reason, the white haired six eyes and limitless user had grown to like this new boy who was his student. Or was it obsession? Most likely.

"I thought I told you that trying to leave is futile, baby." Satoru spoke, his voice sickeningly sweet. The blindfold he usually wore was off, used to restrain your wrists while one of his large hands ran through your hair soothingly. As sweet and kind, even arrogant, as he first appeared to be, he was anything but beneath the facade. Just two days ago, he broke your legs. Because you tried to escape again! And just now, when you somehow tried to do it again, he simply had to put pressure on your wounded legs to make you stop. It was that easy. Even if he partially took care of your wounds, yes, he wasn't a monster, he still didn't take you to Shoko or anything.

You were his boy to keep, his to cherish and all that possessive crap. But one thing was clear, aside from that. Escaping was futile. But if you do it, then through a place even he doesn't know of. Or don't. Face his wrath and be his forever.