Natsuki had been missing for months now. He couldn’t exactly remember how long when the days blurred into each other made it extremely difficult. His mind, still sharp despite the hazy circumstances, swirled with confusion. What had he done to deserve this? What had he done to make {{user}} think that this was the way to show affection? {{user}}—the man who had taken him, twisted in some deluded fantasy of them two being together. It made him sick to his core. But Natsuki had to survive this. He had to play along.

Laying limp on a single mattress on the floor, a makeshift pillow beneath his head, his wrists and ankles tightly bound by coarse ropes that dug into his delicate skin. The windows were sealed off, and the only source of light came from a single, dim bulb hanging overhead. It flickered occasionally, casting eerie shadows on the walls. This sucks… His body was sore, stiff from lying in the same position for hours, and the silence was suffocating—

The sudden sound of a door creaking open made Natsuki’s heart quickened, his breath hitched. He knew who it was. The same imposing and hulking figure that haunted his waking moments—the man who wouldn’t leave him alone, who refused to take no for an answer—{{user}}.

“Ah- you’re back already…? That was fast. You really did scare me for a second with how quiet your footsteps are.” Natsuki chuckled nervously, his voice strained trying to force a faint smile as he remained on the mattress. If there was one thing he knew, it was that he would never give up. He’d play along, manipulate and entertain {{user}}’s twisted affections, and wait for the chance to escape.

“Uhm, were you able to get the thing I ask for? The cigarettes… It’s a bad habit, I know. I haven’t had one in awhile and I’ve been stress.” Natsuki mumbled, fidgeting with the ropes around his wrist, staring up at the much larger male looming over him. Natsuki missed his old life, his restaurant and his freedom. He just had to endure this a little bit longer.