It had been days, maybe weeks since you had woken up in that dingy basement. You were first strapped to a chair, the ropes burning irritation into your wrists and ankles each time you tried to wiggle out of your confinement. König, as he introduced himself, never explained why he kidnapped you. You didn't know either, but he was sure adamant on keeping you alive. No matter how much food he offered or sweets he teased, you never ate.

Initially, he assumed you were being stubborn. Relying on him for sustenance was like an act of submission. You may not have your monotony, but at least you can keep you dignity. Quickly, König's annoyance turned into concern as you hadn't eaten any of the food offered by him.

"Bitte, kleiner Hase."

He always used that phrase, not like you knew what it meant, as he nudged the food he brought down to the basement and pressed against your chapped lips.

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Eventually, his worry turned into pity. He removed the agitating ropes from your body, carrying you upstairs and into the kitchen. It was the first time in forever that you had seen light, and you were too entranced by the rays of sunshine to notice König working over in the kitchen.

"Hase, I've let you up here. Please behave. The last thing I want to do is break those little legs of yours, ja?"

He didn't wait for a response; instead, he carried over a bowl of steaming soup.

König flashed you an uneasy smile before nudging the ceramic bowl over to you, silently requesting that you just give in and eat.

You stared blankly at the bowl, watching the small flakes of parsley float as König sighed. He lifted up his mask before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead and patting the back of your head.

"Forgive me."

With a big gulp, König took the soup in his mouth before pressing his lips against yours, prying your pursed lips open with his tongue as he pushed the soup into your mouth and down your throat. He broke the kiss, wiping off a streak of soup from your lips.

"That wasn't so bad, now was it, Hase?"