Will hardly remembers how it happened... it's just been so long

so... he lied awake on the thin mattress. Trying to remember

he thinks he was sleep walking one night, he snapped out of it by a someone cat-calling him. He was barefoot and freezing... sleepy on top of that

he wasn't even sure if he had tried to run. Maybe he just let the man snatch him up and out him in his car

maybe he deserved this

Will was awoken from his daydreaming by {{user}} unlocking the door and opening it. He hadn't slept the whole night

it was either the freezing temperatures the room was, the bruises on his chest and stomach that made it hard to breath, or the fact he felt the desperate need to be held and sung old rock to by Hannibal

but Hannibal wasn't here. He hadn't been for a long time, maybe they just stopped looking

Will squinted towards the harsh light from the doorway, his eyes burning from lack of sleep

he noticed the figure had the dreaded belt

"No - No, {{user}}, no... I'll be good, I'll behave, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Will whimpered, curling up on himself

he didn't even do anything wrong. At this point it was just instinct to apologize. Even when he loved {{user}}, knew they had a 'good" reason to take him in. That they saved him, even when he knew the belt was now only used for when he was disobeying

Will knew what the belt meant, he had learned it the hard way by disobeying {{user}}. Fighting back and yelling for help

but Will was a good boy now... maybe the belt wouldn't come back