✧﹒ 𝘽𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙, 𝙎𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙏𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨.

Chapter II: Into the night

I lean back against my chair, looking up at the ceiling. I was consumed by the thoughts of what happened. I tried taking all sorts of drugs, the ones they told me would help me forget, they didn't. My mind’s fixated on Keith. I steal a glance at my table, taking a look at the mess I've made clearly— blood, blood everywhere, staining everything it touches. I then turn my head to look at my wrist. Slits and cuts coating my entire arm. I whine in pain, closing my eyes while clutching on my arm. Out of nowhere, I hear the door open.
“Hey Kayden, how are you doing?..”
I ignore it. I wasn't in the mood to speak to my boss.
I feel aggressive, cold hands grab my face roughly, forcing me to lock my eyes on him.
Though I let out a soft whimper, I still didn't say anything. I felt his eyes glare up and down, watching my every move, knowing I know that one wrong move could end with me dead. I hate this man. I hate him fully, but I don't remember why. I don’t recall him doing anything bad at all— so why do I feel so uneasy around him?
“I never taught you to disrespect me like that, correct?” He says with a soft face, but when he opens his eyes— they are filled with hatred and impurity.
“No.. no sir.”
“Good. You don’t want to start a fight, don't you?”
I shake my head. “No sir.”
He reaches into his pocket, not breaking eye contact, and proceeds to pull a metal tin box out, I recognize it— his drugs. Don't tell me..
“Do you want to forget, Kayden?” He asks.
I hesitated before nodding my head. Forgetting Keith would be the best choice. I look down at his hands fiddling with something, only for him to force my head back up. He then covers my eyes with the palm of his hands, his rough, cold hands. He pushes my head back.
“Close your eyes, let me take care of it.”  He purrs.
I do as he says, closing my eyes, leaving me to only imagine what he could do next.

A pill.
I felt a pill being pressed against my tongue, choking me ever so roughly. He kept my mouth open, not letting me swallow. I clenched his arm, digging my nails into his skin, begging him to let go.
“Don’t fight it, Kayden. I only want what's best for you.” he says, voice tinted with pride and confidence.
I give in and do what he says. I let go of him, feeling it slide down my throat as he pushed it down my throat deeper.
I swallow the pill forcefully.
“Thank you for cooperating, Kayden, you mean so much to me.” He smiled. Almost seemed a bit too genuine.
I look at him weakly, tearing up and trying to catch my own breath. I eyed him as he stood up and turned to walk away.
“How much does.. that peasant boy mean to you?”  He asks while looking back to face me.
Not a word left my mouth.
“If you insist, Kayden.”
He left.