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𝔗𝔢𝔢𝔱𝔢𝔢
Everything hurt.
It felt like he had been run over by a semi. He didn't want to open his eyes, terrified to find himself in the dark or under water.
He felt a shift of weight beside him and realized he was on a bed. Why the fuck was he on a bed?
His eyes stayed closed for a long moment, his hands moving across the bed. He touched an arm and instantly pulled away, returning to his sleeping act.
"How long are you going to sleep?"
Teetee frowned at the voice then opened his eyes to meet the beautiful abyss. Por was just inches away from his face, all concern and good looks.
Teetee tried to scramble away but felt a tug at his ankle. He looked down but could see nothing; his legs covered by a blanket.
He tried to sit up, pain shooting through his body like an arrow, and he winced.
Por scrambled to his side.
"Be careful. You had some broken ribs."
Por was so close. He pouted as his eyes scanned Teetee's body. His hands hovered, too scared to touch him.
Teetee scanned his brain for why he felt like crap.
A metal cane. Pain. Rowyn. Mistletoe.
Teetee leaned away from Por, the image of his intestines tied up in a pretty bow flashed across his eyes.
Por tilted his head, eyes creased. "You are scared again."
"Of course I am!" Teetee's tongue felt like sandpaper and he choked. Por shoved a glass of water into his hand and he gulped it down. He didn't even realize how thirsty he was until just now.
Por gently patted his back, soothing.
Teetee didn't like feeling soothed by the most dangerous man in Southeast Asia. Probably the whole continent.
He shrugged out of Por's touch and made to leave the bed. He ignored the pain and threw his legs to the side.
He heard a jingle.
He looked down to find his ankles shackled. Terror gripped his heart as he traced the chain to the wall. Fully embedded.
He yanked the chain. It stayed stubbornly still on the wall.
He yanked the shackles. They stayed stubbornly clasped on his ankles.
The bed dipped beside him.
"I had them especially made for you. Do you like them?"
The chain and shackles were purple. A light, soothing purple.
"Purple is your favorite color."
Teetee looked up in terror. He didn't have a favorite color. He never had.
Right?
He thought back to all the times he would wear purple on days he felt happy, or lucky, or even sad. He thought about his secret stuffed toys collection; all purple.
His heart sank into the pits of hell.
His face must have been easy to read because Por scooted closer, his voice thick with concern. "What's wrong? You're pale."
He stretched out his hand to cup his face but Teetee pulled back quickly.
The chain jingled.
"What's wrong?" Por asked again with that stupid head tilt.
"What's wrong?" Teetee's heart sounded like a drum. It sounded like a stampede. It sounded like angry waves. "What's wrong?!"
Por tried to move closer—
"Stay away from me! Don't you dare fucking touch me."
Por stilled then moved back.
Teetee took deep breaths in an attempt to calm his breathing.
Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Don't drown. Don't let yourself drown in your emotions.
"Let me go."
Por just stared at him, a sad look in his eyes.
"Let. Me. Go." Teetee tried to sound bold and pissed. He got the second one right. Not so sure about the first one.
"I can't."
"What do you mean you can't?"
"I can't bear to see you hurt again."
Teetee scoffed. "You can't bear it? I'm the one with the broken ribs!"
"You don't understand."
"There's nothing to misunderstand about the fact that you kidnapped me. Again."
Por twisted his mouth but Teetee could tell it wasn't from guilt. "It's for your own—"
"—save it. Nothing about this situation is for my own good."
Por simply stayed silent on the bed. He seemed to be waiting but Teetee had no idea what for.
Instead, he focused his attention on his current predicament. The last time he got kidnapped because he tried to kill him. This time he had no idea why he was back here.
"Are you hungry? You haven't eaten for a whole day and you are awfully thin."
Teetee ignored him. The shackles seemed to dig painfully into his skin but he couldn't see any marks.
The realization struck him so suddenly. He was trapped.
I'm trapped. Again.
Ice cold water and reaching darkness flashed across his memory threatening to pull him under.
Teetee felt himself drowning. He felt darkness cling on to him.
No. He won't go down without a fight. No.
In his distracted state, he didn't notice when Por got so close. He leaned in, his breath cold against Teetee's skin.
He snapped back to the present and pushed him away.
"Don't you dare touch me. I'd rather die than kiss you." He tugged at the chains in anger but he used them to ground himself. He wasn't drowning. He wasn't in a dark closet.
He was beside a monster.
"You know I'll never hurt you," Por said as he clung to the bedsheets, careful not to touch him but still leaning towards him.
"I don't know shit you psycho. Unchain me."
Por watched him for a moment then slowly got to his feet. His eyes turned cold in the split second it took Teetee to blink.
"If you can't see that this is for your own good then fine. Stay mad. You'll understand me one day." He turned to leave and Teetee launched himself to the foot of the bed.
"I will never love you like this!"
Por stopped by the door and took in a deep breath.
"While I always will."
He didn't look back as he walked out of the door.
Teetee slumped back on the bed. Helplessness leaving a bitter taste in his mouth.
He crawled out of bed and realized the chain was long enough to allow him movement around the room. But only the room.
There was a large window that stood in the direction of the sun and it was setting. He had been unconscious for almost the whole day.
"Fuck!" He dug his palms into his eyes. How did he get himself into this situation? Why him? Out of the millions of people in the world why did he have to be the one kidnapped twice by his one target?
He needed a plan. He couldn't just sit here like Por's pretty doll.
He still held on to the chains. Afraid that if he let go he would be swept up into his own head.
How long is he planning on keeping me here?
As long as it takes to love him. The answer was like a slap to the face.
Why did the psycho want his love so bad? Again, why him?
If he wants my love so badly...
An idea hit him like a truck. But he was going to need to put all his theatre experience to use.
Luckily, he was a tree in middle school.