Stop Using Me {suna x uke male}

book 2 chp: 42

The next time Alizer came to a hazy consciousness, he was unusually warm. He hadn't been this warm since (M/N) took him to prison. His body was still exhausted and reciprocating from the mountain.

The snow did a number on him, he remembered. His fingers numb, his toes numb, his entire body was numb. The snow burned worse than anything Alizer had experienced, he was sick to think (M/N) actually enjoyed it. How can anyone enjoy it?

Alizer flexed his fingers, able to count in his mind that every limb was there and in tact. Nothing was paralyzed or cut off, he was lucky. His hazy vision finally cleared and he blinked rapidly at the blinding light.

He jerked to get up, but was restrained to the chair. He groaned and looked around, his eyes taking in everything. Lips and mouth ran dry, the urge to cough was there, but he couldn't alert anyone he was awake.

He noticed a few high class massage chairs in the long and narrow runway of a room. He raised a brow, he tried to remember where he's seen this place before, something wasn't sitting right. Alizer's gut was queasy and he felt like running. He noticed a few circular windows, he squinted his tired eyes and noticed the clouds, he was in the air.

He started jerking to get free. He was in Deadly Dragon's Jet. Reserved only for the boss and anyone the boss brings on. He was a hostage on here, he needed a plan. A way to get free. His wrists and arms continued to jerk, rubbing against the burning rope. His legs were clamped down as well, he had no way of escape.

(M/N) was thorough.

Alizer had never felt panic before, nor fear, but he felt both. He always knew (M/N) was strong, but to be this psychotic was not what he had planned. How could his training backfire on him? How dare that pathetic boy turn on him after everything he's done for him?

"Wakey Wakey." (M/N) said in a sing song voice, dropping a plate of food on the small table in front of him. "Eat up, you'll need your strength if you want to see Japan again." He laughed, "I've alerted the pilot of your awakening and now we're finally moving."

They had been hovering over the snowy and cold mountain for ages. (M/N) wanted to wait until Alizer was awake before they took off, if only to talk and see him try to escape. He wanted to have a few hours of Alizer trying to get out and see just how weak he was.

Maybe then he'd stop and realize (M/N) is just better.

Alizer sneered, jerking more and trying to get out of his restraints. (M/N) just stared, sitting in the chair across from him, eyes calculated and taunting. A glint that showed he was amused from Alizer trying to escape, to get free, just as (M/N) had been doing his entire life.

"Keep trying and you'll get red raw to the bone." (M/N) casually said, taking a bite out of his food.

"Fuck you!" Alizer snapped, feeling his wrists bleed and get puffy, but he didn't care. "Fuck you! Fuck you!" He repeated.

(M/N) hummed, "I don't think I'd enjoy that, really." He spun a glass of tequila between his fingers. "I'm not much of a rope guy." He smirked.

Alizer was heaving, his chest going up and down in rapid motions. He was glaring at (M/N), who seemed unbothered by the hateful stare. He was just enjoying his food.

"Your food will get cold."

"Untie me so I can eat." Alizer said bitterly.

(M/N) stared at him. The utensil dangling in his mouth as he pondered the request. He knew why Alizer said that and what he would do if (M/N) complied.

(M/N) shrugged, a little entertainment couldn't hurt as he ate, right?

He stood up, grabbing a knife from the sheath on his lower thigh. He spun the knife before gathering a firm grip on it. He slipped the blade between the rope and his wrists, easily cutting it without a thought. Doing the same to the other wrist.