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【Ｃｈａｐｔｅｒ　Ｆｏｕｒ】
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|2021|

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Author pov :

Echoing footsteps and scratching sounds surrounded the empty alley, breaking its unbearable silence. And a bunch of manly voices ringed all over, indicating that it isn't empty anymore. There was fog in the air; blocking the moonlight, dead rats made the cold alley stinky and droplets of rain made it full of muddy puddles. Which caused the rushing footsteps to sprinkle the water everywhere including their shoes, and of course; wet the numb body they're pulling behind.

They threw the body on the concrete without mercy as soon as they reached the deepest the alley can take. making sure that nobody can hear or see them, they sneakly glared at the body. It didn't move for a while causing one of the two men to huff impatiently.

"Hey fag! wake up slut" a husky voice said, A slight lisp heard in his words. "is this shit even alive?" He tapped the body with his dirty combat shoes, making it groun in pain. then looked at his partner smirking causing the latter to chuckle, "want me to check?" A voice which sounds much manlier said, causing the weak body to shuffle out of fear. "I think this bitch still remembers the last time He tried to play dead. huh?" The manly voice laughed. stepping forward towards the injured human, causing him to flinch.

He tried his best to consume the energy he still has in his weak legs to withdraw back from the muscled men. terrified from what will happen next, but who was he kidding? He didn't eat in two days, and he is still wondering if he can even walk back home in one piece. That if they let him go.

"Come on now kitten don't be afraid" he kneeled infront of him, and reached his hand to brush his silky light brown hair back, causing the latter to tighten his closed eyes alert. "i think we both know the reason you're here." he traced his dirty finger on his bruised forhead, down to his bloody cheek. stroking it teasingly. "So don't make us hurt you again hmm sweet stuff ?".

No..

He knows this game very well. silent threats getting out of their dirty mouths disgust him. But he unfortunately unintentionally got used to it through out the long years. He realizes there is no way out. wether he gives them what they want, or not. cause in the end of the day, he will get his ass beat up either way. But he would rather get crushed by a train than snitch on his beloved ones. Yet.

He slowly opened his injured puffy brown eyes with difficulty, blinked them several times, until they got used to the weak lightning ; the crusty light pole above them provided. He glanced at the man staring at himfor a while then glared, strongly scoweled, expressing his bottled wrath. He's so angry but not at them, Instead at himself. he can't do anything, and he is not capable of protecting his ownself or his family, And it made him furious. He was always the one being protected, no one gave him the chance to fight back. raised as a piece of jewelry, always shining and neat, never scratched, and spoiled. but he was forced to bottle up so many emotions in the process. He lived and still lives on making his family proud. he never disappoints them like the perfect jewelry he is, but the only thing he gained is losing himself in the way. no matter how much love they offer, he still feels like it's his mission to make them satisfied and delighted no matter what the consequences are.

But little did he know they only shielded him out of fear. Since no one can save him from the storms he's too precious to defend himself from, too valuable to make his soft hands dirty like theirs. but here he is bruised, beaten, threatened and weak. Like he's always been. He's worried about his family seeing him like this, like a disappointing scratched piece of jewelry, they wasted years to protect it, but they'll have to throw it away at last.