The soft hiss of the locked door opens, Till grunts, he tries but can’t even look up due to the heavy metal brace on his neck, his skin had needles sticking out in multiple spots, drawing his blood at alarming rates

Without saying a word Ivan kneels infront of him, his irises sucking all of till’s bruised and battered form in

Ivan leans forward to brush some bandaged fresh stitches on his face, before unclasping the neckbrace and standing up, peering down at till silently, as if waiting…