Stop Using Me {suna x uke male}

book 2 chp: 44

(M/N) walked down the basement with nothing but his pride. He had a man named Chris shut the surveillance off for about fifteen minutes. Enough time for privacy between him and Alizer.

He stopped in front of Alizer's cell, the man didn't look how he used to. His muscle mass all but almost depleted, he was skinny and scrawny. There was nothing of the man (M/N) knew when he was younger.

That thought made him smirk.

"Finally have a meal." (M/N) spoke, catching Alizer's dead attention.

(M/N) dropped the tray of food, only some of it splattered to the dirty ground. The toe of (M/N)'s boot shoved the tray through the small slot big enough for the tray.

Alizer stared at it, stomach growling. He hasn't had a decent meal since (M/N) dragged him back here almost two weeks ago. That thought almost angered Alizer, if only he had the strength and energy to be angry. (M/N) was just stringing him along, making sure to keep him from completely falling off to death's door.

Alizer told himself he'll just starve, he rather kill himself, but the food... oh it smelled heavenly. His will broke and he slid off the hard bed, practically crawling to the food and stuffing his face.

"Look at you," (M/N) chuckled, squatting down and staring at the man. "Not even a shell of who you used to be is behind those pathetic eyes."

Alizer tried to glare, but it really came out more pleading than anything. He wanted more food. More water. More clothes. More of everything. Alizer would do anything for either one of those, and (M/N) knew it, if his smirk was anything to go by.

Once there was a bit of color to Alizer's cheeks and he was slowing down, (M/N) sat down. The floor was hard, but (M/N) paid no mind to that, he wasn't here to criticize the place he runs... at least for fifteen minutes. Which he's been timing in his head accurately. Counting down until the cameras were back up by his orders.

So he needed to be quick.

"So, I went through the office just after getting you." (M/N) finally brought up.

Alizer stopped eating for a split second, no normal person could've caught that. Luckily, (M/N) wasn't all that normal. His (E/C) eyes zeroed in on Alizer, narrowing and never straying for even the slightest bit of movement.

Alizer could try and throw something at (M/N), or distract him by subtly doing something else besides eating, he won't fall for it. His eyes stayed on Alizer's face, his expression and his eyes. That's how he'll be able to get anything done, how he'll get everything down to the last minor detail.

Alizer went back to eating, not saying anything. Not daring to look (M/N) in the eyes, smart and dumb on his part. Smart because (M/N) would be able to read him and take his thoughts and emotions to his advantage. Dumb because it made Alizer more vulnerable, more open. (M/N) knew something was going on now.

"Now, now, don't look so bashful." (M/N) hummed, leaning back and squaring his shoulders. "So, want to tell me what I think this is about? Or are you still going to pretend to be ignorant?"

Alizer drank some of the water, eating so much made him thirsty. He downed the entire bottle, almost choking on the water when glancing at (M/N)'s observant gaze.

"Well?" (M/N) pushed with a raised eyebrow.

(M/N) wasn't worried if Alizer didn't want to speak, (M/N) had his ways. From a look, a rat would talk, but since he's grown up with Alizer, it'll be a bit different. Luckily, (M/N) mastered the art of torture, took only a few moments before everyone he's ever came across told him everything.