Being alone in the small bathroom for some time already, he had chance to think some things through. On one side it was the worse he could do, on the other, the best.
One the one side, his head was full of dark thoughts that maybe his live would end in that building, by himself or because of his torturers. That he would never get out of that place, get a better life.
On the other, he was looking for a way out, a possibility of running away, to somewhere he knew he would be safe.
With a quiet sigh, he went under the shower, letting the warm water wash the dirt of his body. Red colored water disappeared in the plughole, earlier unpleasantly itching every small and big wound he had. Especially those on his back.
He couldn't do more than hissing lowly, shutting his eyes and waiting for the itch to go away. And while all that he was thinking of way out.
And he found it, as he eyes laid on a small, inconspicuous item.
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Pʟᴀʏ ᴏғ Aɴᴛᴏɴʏᴍs || 2Sᴇᴏᴋ
Fanfiction{English isn't my first language. This is a translation of one of my works. Relationships between the characters are purely platonic.} Two boys on a stage of life have to, despite their differences, find common ground, not knowing the consequences o...
