Your blood 》Yuri On Ice

Before Midnight

Yuri Katsuki

So... I'm a missing person now...

I knew this was coming but I don't expect it to feel so terrible. I didn't think abut the part where the people that know you have no idea where you are, they have no idea whether you're dead or alive. I must hurt for them.

What I really hope though is that Victor doesn't try to look for me. I wish I had a way of telling him I'm fine without giving a way where I am.

At least Victor isn't the most highly intuitive person when It comes to it. I have to rely on that and hope he doesn't peice together that I've given myslef to the people he hates for his safety.

With heavy shoulders I turn the shower off and step out, drying myslef before wrapping one towel around my waist and using another to dry my hair. It's getting long.

Just as I exit the bathroom Kolya enters with some woman. I'd be lying if I said I didn't jump in suprise.

"Couldn't you have knocked?" Kolya chuckles because he knows just as well as I do that he can do whatever the fuck he wants.

He looks extra elegant today, as if he's just come from an elite party or something; he's wearing a black tie with gold swirls embroidered into it, a black dress shirt, a black shall lapel suit jacket with six gold buttons and black slacks.

"Put this on" he gestures to a small pile of clothing the woman is holding. She's wearing a purple body con and her makeup looks like something out of the Hunger games Capitol, excessive and too bright of a pink. It doesn't look that great with her pale skin and onyx hair.

"What for?" I ask as I aproach the clothes, the closer I get the more self concious I feel about my half naked state.

"I'm taking you to my party."

"As what? A plus one?" I ask with dry humour as I pick up the clothing and inspect it. A top and shorts. I see what this is.

"Oh no, I wouldn't say that" he chuckles maliciously and it's enough conformation that I'm going to be the cocktail at the party.

Ugh. I feel sick at the thought.

"Well I'd prefer that over the real reason you're taking me" I say, scowling at the clothes, I wouldn't even call them clothes, there's barely any fabric.

"God, I'm going to look like a prostitute" I murmur to myself. I hoped this day wouldn't come.

"We want you to look desirable. Now, put it on and if you do want to put on underwear don't choose boxers, they'll show under the shorts" the lady says. How short are these shorts exactly?

Kolya goes over to my wardrobe and finds the bikini briefs they gave me, "Here"

Reluctantly, I take then from him and drag myself to the bathroom wordlessly. I can't complain, I was fully aware of what I was getting into when I got here.

Once I'm done I look down at myself. It's terrible. They've given me a sleeveless black turtleneck crop top which has a strip of netting over my nippeles, putting them embarassingly on show and black shorts with a blue waistband that as expected only cone half of my ass cheeks.