A Bodyguards Guard.

Gullible Children (might be edited)

. . . pain. . . .

. . . all he felt was pain. . . .

    . . . and those hands. . .  how they hurt. . . .

    . . . the pulling. . . scraping . . . grabbing. . .

    . . . touching. . . poking . . .

    . . . how it hurts . . .

                            . . .

"Bring the kids in." says a cold voice. There's a sound of a door opening, then the eerie sound of someone being dragged. Footsteps echo darkly in that open room. There's more footsteps of soft feet, and a whimpering of a scared child.

"Here master." Then a bang, and coughing followed.

A man sat on a chair with his face in his hand. He smirks, while looking at the three people in his room. Then he sighs.

He gets up from the chair, and walks toward the child. The kid kneeling on the floor moves, as if he was trying to block the man's path from the child behind him. stepping over the boy on the floor, he stands in front of the smaller one.

"It... it wasn't him sir, I was the one who tried to leave." says the kid's voice. The child that was standing, was about eight years old, and had messy brown hair.  Tears were leaking from his eyes as he tried to be strong.

"Really? You tried to escape from the home I gave you?" says the man. He stepped over the body of the older boy, leaning down and touched the child's tear stricken face. The child flinched. The man's aura was almost a sinister feeling.  "Now, why would you do that?" he smiles, tilting his head a bit.

"Be... because I. . I wanted to see . . the outside." The kid looks down, shivering from those cold hands. The man moves his hand to the kid's shoulder, and straightens up. Then turns him around.

"Well I'll let you go with a warning alright, Ben?" The man smiles with a fake warmth in his voice. "Don't do that again, ok?"

"Yes Sir,"

"And, Maybe... you can have seconds for dessert tonight, if you promise not to try and leave without permission." The man says, looking down again.

"Really?" asks Ben, as he looks up; with a glimmer of hope in his watery eyes. The man nods. "Then. .  then do you think. . . Min-ho could be let go? He was just trying to stop me." he says, sniffing. The man drops his hand.

"Sure, but I do have to talk to him first, alright?" He gives the child a warm smile. The child smiles back, with false hope in his eyes. "Now go back to your room with the others, ok?"

"ok sir." replies Ben. He walks back down the room where another person is waiting to escort him back. With one more look back, he leaves with the other person.

The man scoffs when the door shuts.

"Children, how easy it is to make them have hope." He turns around to the older boy, who was kneeling on the floor. He walks over to him and squats down.

"Am I right, Min-ho?" he asks.

He grabs the hair of Min-ho, and pulls his head back to make Min-ho face him. Min-ho looks up with disgust and pain in his eyes. They stare at each other.

"You still have that look, my Min-ho," he sighs. "I guess you still haven't learned the last few times you tried to leave me."

The man leans forward and brushes his hand against Min-ho's face.. only to be returned with a cold glare, and Min-ho pulling his face away from the man's cold hands.

He looks at him. "Fine. If that's how you will be." he starts walking back to his chair. "Ren, take him back to the Flower room, have him. . . hang out there for a few days. with double the dose."

Min-ho's eyes widened. Hyperventilating, he stares at the ground, until Ren grabs his shirt.

The man watches Min-ho, as he tries to stop himself from being dragged out of the room.

"Oh Min-ho, if only you would accept me." he says, as watches the two leave.

"My Min-ho."

Smiling to himself, listening to the Child being pulled down the hall, the door shuts.