"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't rip your trachea out right now" Wooyoung growls in his ear, his voice laced with venom and malice.
San laughs darkly as he tries moving under Wooyoung's tight grip, the latter further tightening his hold on S...
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Why do I feel like I've been run over by a moose?
San groans out in pain as he tries to pry his eyes open. Only one opens, the other protests by sending a shockwave of pain to his brain. "Ah-" He whines as he tries to sit up.
That's when he realized he was in a bed that wasn't his. This one was far too comfortable. He looks around the room, confused.
The room was enormous and had several different paintings lined all over the walls. An easel sat in a corner of the room with a stool in front of it. There was a fairly large shelf with different colors of paints as well as an assortment of paint brushes.
He glances at one of the windows which was open. The white satin curtain blowing slightly from a soft wind. "Where am I?" He asks himself.
His eyes suddenly widens in realization. Wait... the window. It's open.
His lips stretch into a wide smile and he immediately tries pulling himself out of the bed to then realize that there was something holding him back. "What the-?" He pulled back the covers and saw that there were chains around his ankles and wrists and they were connected to the bed post.
He tries pulling on them to break it off but they clearly weren't normal type of metal. He tries again and again and each time he grows more and more frustrated and hopeless. "Come on, come on. Fucking-- argh" He yells out in frustration. He was this close to freedom to only be held back by some measly chains and a bed.
He pulls again and winces when it digs onto his wrists, drawing some blood. "They're platinum dumbass. You're not breaking them any time soon" A voice says from the door and he looks up to meet those damned eyes.
The ones he saw before he passed out.
"You..." San growls out with venom laced in his voice.
"Me" The prince responds smugly.
"Who the hell do you think you are? Let me go, fucker. Now" He orders firmly and the vampire almost bursts out laughing.
"I'm the 'fucker' who saved your life, sunshine" He tsks as he finally pushes himself off the door frame then steps in and shuts the door behind him.
"I didn't ask you to"
"Cool"
"Fuck you"
"No thanks" He responds sarcastically as he takes up a lid on his desk revealing a tray of food.
San groans out in annoyance as he continued repeatedly tugging on the shackles. He was going crazy. He needed to get out of there.
"Reel it in sunshine, you missed dinner last night since you were out like a light so I brought you breakfast" He pours some tea into an expensive looking tea cup.
