heaven in hiding 🌷 tracob

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Jacob's pov

The boy twitches and squirms around in his sleep, mumbling nonsense under his breath. I thought it would stop, but after half an hour and his words started becoming more coherent, I placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed his hand.

"Wake up." I mutter, my voice rasping an awful amount.

He practically jumps awake, his eyes shooting open as he rolls onto his back and stares back up at the ceiling.

"I'm sorry." He utters, his hand going loose in mine.

I give his bony fingers a gentle squeeze, "You're alright."

He glances at me, giving me a nice show of his bloodshot eyes and pale complexion. I need to get him seen.

"I'm sorry," Troye mumbles, fluttering his eyes shut and soon falling back asleep.

I stay awake watching him that night, picking up on his sleep-induced mumbles and fidgets. He rolls over in his sleep and holds his hands together in front of him as if he were cuffed, making me sigh and spread them apart. He woke up a few times panicking, looking around the mostly dark room and whispering, asking where his previous owner was. When the sky began to light up and shine a bit through the curtains of the window, I take my hand away from his and get up. I change out of my suit I didn't have merely enough time to change out of hours prior and slip on some new trousers and an old tee found somewhere in my closet.

Glancing back at the sleeping boy every now and then, I slowly but surely get ready for the day, cleaning myself and my flat up and cooking breakfast. Considering the frail and thin boy only just had his first bite of real food for the first time in God knows how long, he will surely have a bellyache when he wakes. And so I pick out some antacid pills from my medicine cabinet and set them on the nightstand along with another glass of water next to him. I make the two of us two bowls of porridge and sit back down on my bed.

"Wake up kiddo," I whisper, shaking him lightly.

He doesn't fuss like I surely would if woken up by a stranger, he simply just blinks at me and sits up, bowing his head down.

"Good morning." He croaks.

I smile and hand him a bowl, "Good morning, eat up. I've got you pills to your left that will help with your bellyache."

He hums, taking the bowl with shaky hands and a small smile.

"Thank you, Master. How did you know my tummy would hurt?" He questions.

I shrug, "Know a thing or two. My third wife went through something similar to you."

He nods and swallows down the pills timidly, nibbling at the porridge. Meanwhile, I'm probably pigging down on my bowl from his point of view, it being my favourite meal of the day. Of course I'm going to enjoy it.

"How about we get you showered and in some clothes once you're finished, ay?" I question, more or less requesting. I usually have my subs nude or close to nude ninety percent of the time, but this one's different. Everything's different. I can't just leave him to himself all day and fuck him when I feel like it. It's required I actually put effort into him. He needs help, he needs compassion. He doesn't need a pimp who shoves his dick wherever he can fit it.

The boy shrinks down a bit, "Is there a- is there.... tub?"

Frowning, I nod.

"You don't have to lay in the tub," I inform, alas, it is no use. He's already panicking.

"N-no, please, Master. Anything but the tub again. A-a-anyt-thing but tub-b..." He sobs, holding his arms to his chest and hiding his face with his palms.

"No tub, Troye. We're not going in the tub." I promise.

"Angel, please listen to me."

"No tub. No hurting."

"You're alright."

With enough coaxing, he calms down soon enough and takes his hands away from his face.

"Promise?" He asks through big tear filled blue eyes.

"I promise," I nod, holding out my pinkie.

He cracks a smile that just almost reach his pretty eyes, reaching out and curling his pinky around mine.

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a/n: this is short as hecky so imma be right back w another chapter