Mika stared blankly at the television in front of him. There's not a single emotion in his eyes left as his body was wrapped with another pair of arms; your arms.

He was wearing a loose blouse, with a black short that only covered what needed to be covered. His neck was collared, aside from the little marks and bruises.

All of them were from you.

It has been a few months since he was kidnapped and forced to be like this. Maybe he had grown used to it. He didn't even fight you back.