WORTHLESS (BL)

Bait

[["What are you doing?" 

"We are leaving."]]

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Jian Yu lurched forward and sunk into his knees. 

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[["The power is out and the sensors aren't working. This is our only chance."]]

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His hands gripped the toilet bowl, knuckles white. His stomach contracted wildly as he retched, like someone had shoved their hands inside his intestines, grabbed at them, pulling and twisting.  

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[["There is a backup system, it might still be intact! It could come at any second and they are going to kill us this time!"

"We have to take the chance. It's going to be alright, everything's going to be fine."]] 

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Another one violent contraction, the red wine congealed inside of his stomach emerged as nothing was digested since the evening before. He heaved and retched, red liquid spilled out of his mouth, hitting the water contained in the toilet bowl with loud splashes. 

His stomach kept on twisting and contracting violently, forcing everything up and out, clogging up his throat. His face was white and dripping bile, sweat, and tears.

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[["Which one of you boys did it? Answer me."]]

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[["Don't! Stop it! I will kill you! I swear, I will kill all of you! Don't touch--"]]

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He retched and retched until only clear liquid was coming up. His throat felt sore from the constant heaving and his eyes blurred from the hot tears that had gathered. 

He gripped the porcelain toilet bowl to steady himself and flushed the toilet. The last of it had dribbled past his lips as he leaned forward. 

Jian Yu wiped at his mouth, acidic residue forming a shiny wet patch on his cuffs. He blinked away his tears, slumping down as his chest heaved heavily from the previous actions. 

He sat on the marble tiles of the bathroom. 'What was that?' 

Fragments of memories flashed in his mind and it sent a sharp sting across his head, making him see white for a second. Squeezing his eyes shut, he waited for the pain to disappear.  

He blinked a few more times and the world shifted back again. 

What the hell was that flashback? 

He slipped his hands in his hair and gripped it tight, pulling at it. 

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