You were blindfolded — dragged back to that damned manner with your hands tied — like cattle to slaughter and no way out of the strong hands that bound you. Your frame was forced through the doors they slammed open and boots led you down a hall that echoed loudly in your ears.

Your heart raced, pounding like drums with each firm step of leather across marble, leaving you unable to keep up as you were quite literally, nearly dragged. Before you knew it, you were thrown down into a chair, a plush seat you remembered all too well.

A chuckle was bit back at your tattered appearance, the ragged breaths that revealed terror and anger. A hand came to rest on your knee, slender fingers tugging at your common, dirty attire in curious study. "Ah— there's our little runaway." Enji mocked, his voice a cruel purr. "Back so soon...and after all those efforts? Pity..."

You tense as Kasen's voice, a taunting whisper holding more than unspoken threats. "You're just in time for dinner. You almost had us worried you might not come back, love~" He hummed, teasing the tresses of untamed hair. "Months all on your lonesome-"

"Don't touch—"

"Hush with your nonsense." Kasen huffed, brushing you locks back in admiration. "You're practically skin and bone- and you honestly believed you were better out there? In the cold...with peasants?"

"N-no...but I don't wish to be a prisoner here—"

"I said hush." Kasen cut you off once again and you could hear metal clink on glass.

"You're being too soft." Enji grumbled, squeezing your knee.

"Brother dear, our pet is neglected, cold, starving- simply lost among their thoughts." Kasen mused then, bringing a fork of food up to your lips, making your stomach cry for needed nutrients — the warmth making you cave to the life of their lies.

It would so much easier here with them...but could you sacrifice your pride and freedom for a life of cruel subjection?

"Come...you need to eat." The soft male whispers near your ear. "Obey, little mouse...obey~"