Rent Boy | Hyunlix

Trap

As I placed Felix gently on the bed, I tried to hold on to the rare moment of peace and comfort we had. The chaos and pain of the past few days seemed distant in this quiet, intimate space, and I wanted to savor this reprieve.

Felix looked up at me with a mixture of gratitude and relief. His usual vibrant demeanor was dimmed by the stress and fear he had experienced, but there was still a flicker of hope in his eyes. I sat beside him, brushing a stray lock of hair from his face, and we both took solace in each other's presence.

"I'm glad you're here," Felix said softly, his voice trembling slightly. "I didn't know what was going to happen to me. I thought I'd never get out."

I squeezed his hand reassuringly. "You're safe now. We'll make sure nothing like that ever happens again. I promise."

He gave me a weak smile, and I could see the exhaustion and emotional strain written all over his face. I wanted to help him recover, to provide him with a sense of normalcy and security after everything he had endured.

"I bought you some books," I said, trying to change the subject to something more comforting. "I remember how much you love to read."

Felix's eyes brightened a little at the mention of the books. "Really? That's so kind of you."

I nodded, trying to shift the focus away from the trauma he'd faced. "Yes. I thought they might help you relax and take your mind off things."

As he began to look through the books, I could see a glimmer of his usual enthusiasm returning. I sat nearby, giving him the space he needed while making sure he knew I was there for him.

The tranquility of the room provided a stark contrast to the horrors we had faced earlier. The soft lighting and the quiet surroundings felt like a small sanctuary, a temporary escape from the harsh reality outside.

After a while, Felix seemed more settled. He picked up a book and began to read quietly. I watched him for a moment, feeling a sense of relief that he was finally in a safe place. I knew the road to recovery would be long and difficult, but being here with him, away from the danger and the pain, was a small victory.

The rest of the evening passed in relative calm. Felix read, occasionally glancing up at me with a small smile, and I stayed close by, ensuring he felt secure. As night fell, I could see him starting to drift off to sleep, and I gently tucked him in, making sure he was comfortable.

For now, at least, Felix was safe, and that was all that mattered. We had a lot to figure out and many challenges ahead, but in this moment, I wanted him to find some peace and solace in the midst of the chaos that had dominated our lives.

The scene before me was an unthinkable nightmare. Felix, the boy I had fought so hard to protect, was in the midst of unspeakable suffering. The room was filled with the acrid smell of smoke and blood, and the young lady who had once been a beacon of hope now lay unconscious on the floor.

The three men who had descended upon Felix seemed almost to move in a slow, deliberate rhythm, their cruel actions a brutal display of power. Felix's screams pierced the air, raw and heartbreaking, as his small body was subjected to horrors that no child should ever endure.

My father, standing in the corner with a twisted smile, looked on with a disturbing sense of satisfaction. His presence was a dark shadow over everything, his gaze cold and unfeeling.

"Isn't it satisfying, my boy?" he taunted, his voice laced with cruel amusement. "You see what happens when you try to save someone? This is the reality you're up against."

I felt a torrent of emotions—rage, despair, and helplessness—crash over me. The sight of Felix's pain was almost too much to bear. My fists were clenched so tightly that my knuckles turned white. My body shook with the intensity of my emotions, but the most paralyzing feeling was the sense of powerlessness.

The room seemed to spin as I struggled to process the horror before me. My father's voice was a haunting echo in my mind, taunting me with the harsh truth he believed. He was forcing me to confront a twisted version of reality that I had been trying to escape.

"No! Stop this!" I shouted, my voice breaking with desperation as I tried to push past the scene of violence. "Let him go!"

But my father's hand was a vice-like grip on my shoulder, holding me back with a force that made it impossible to move. "No, you have to watch," he said, his voice a sickening mix of detachment and control. "It's what he is—a prostitute. Get it into your head."

My heart was pounding in my chest as I looked at Felix, his eyes wide with terror. The gun my father had given me felt heavy and foreign in my hand, its presence a cruel reminder of the choice I was being forced to make.

My father continued his twisted encouragement, his breath hot and invasive against my ear. "You can stop it. Just shoot him or he will be raped until he dies. Your love won't save him now."

The weight of the gun was almost unbearable, and my mind raced with a sense of dread and confusion. My father's words were like a poison, infecting my thoughts and making it harder to think clearly. I looked at Felix, his body trembling and his eyes locked onto mine. His pain was a reflection of my own, and the thought of ending his suffering in such a way was unbearable.

"Let him go!" I begged, tears streaming down my face. "Please, stop this!"

My father's grip tightened, and he continued to whisper into my ear, his voice dripping with malicious intent. "You are strong enough. You can do it. There is no place for love in our lives. It's reality, and the faster you accept it, the easier it will be."

As the situation reached its breaking point, the man in the black suit entered the room, his presence adding another layer of dread to the scene. He observed the chaos with a cold, calculating gaze, his eyes flickering between me and the nightmare unfolding before us.

"Fuck off and leave," my father snapped at the man in black, stepping aside as the man's gaze turned to me with a mixture of curiosity and amusement.

The man in black's voice was smooth and detached. "Don't be so rude. I'm not going to do anything, just love how you teach your son a grand lesson."

My father's face was a mask of twisted satisfaction as he took a swig from a bottle of vodka. "I love it, Hwang. It's a lesson in reality, and it's one that Hyunjin needs to learn."

The man in black smirked, his eyes never leaving me. "As we both don't know, he is your son."

My father's face contorted with a mix of anger and realization as he turned to me, his eyes now filled with a pained, regretful expression. "She never loved you!" he shouted, his voice cracking with emotion. "She didn't, but isn't this the only outcome we have?"

The room felt like it was closing in on me as I struggled to comprehend the horrific situation. The weight of the gun in my hand was a stark reminder of the impossible choice I faced. Felix's cries of pain echoed in my ears, each one a knife to my heart.