A Warrior's Heart

Chapter 64; Used

The door flew open with a bang, startling the boy sat in the chair. He had been dozing off for a couple hours now, not being able to sleep but not able to fight sleep any longer either. He was tired, longing for a warm bath and a long, long nap.

The men who entered the room didn't really say anything. Just muttered something to one another before one of them walked behind him, starting to undo the ropes around his wrists. Beomgyu's eyes widened slightly. Why was he undoing the ropes? Why was he questioning that- he was glad the man was doing so! The tight rope came loose from his wrists and he exhaled shakily in relief, blood finally being able to pass without trouble and making his skin tingle. Were they letting him go?

The man still at the door told the other to hurry up, and then he felt his upper arms being gripped. He winced as the man tugged him to his feet. His legs gave out almost immediately due to lack of use, and if it wasn't for the man holding him up he would've crashed to the floor. Everything hurt, and now that he was moving again instead of sitting down, everything became more noticeable. Though the boy was happy to be doing something else than sitting at the moment, he wouldn't mind being put down again to at least let some blood flow through his legs again for a bit.

The two soldiers dragged him along, not caring that his feet weren't able to keep up with their pace or that the boy was whining from their rough hands. They passed through the hallway and dragged him down a flight of stairs, and eventually, they stood in front of a door. They didn't bother knocking and just pushed the door open. Beomgyu got pushed inside and he immediately fell to the floor, barely able to brace himself with his hands. When was the last time he was standing? Must've been way too long if his body was so weak. The door got slammed shut behind him and then all that was left was silence once more.

Beomgyu took a deep breath, sitting up on his heels and moving his wrist a little. It stung, but it was manageable. His head hurt from suddenly moving around so much, but he paid it no mind. He was free, at least. After a minute or so he tried standing up, going as slow as he had to and keeping his hands out to catch himself in case he fell down again. His legs were shaking, and his knees were tingling from being stretched after so long, but eventually he managed to stand without falling. Now he had accomplished that, he took a moment to look around the room.

It was a relatively small room, with no windows or furniture. The walls were empty, the  boring bricks doing little to nothing to give the room some warmth. The only thing that was stood in the room, was a four post queen sized bed. It looked comfy, with its red silk sheets and fluffy pillows. But why was there a room with only a bed in it? Didn't the soldiers normally need some sort of table or something?

Then the door opened, and Beomgyu turned around as fast as he could, a little startled. He stumbled a little, but managed to keep standing on his two feet. He watched as a man that looked around his forties entered. He hadn't seen the man before, but he could tell from the pitch black wolf's fur on his shoulders that he was someone important. Black wolves without markings were rare, and only the higher ranks had the possibility to earn them.

The man stepped into the room and circled around him, keeping his eyes glued to the blonde. In particular, his body. It caused a shiver to run down the boy's spine. Never in his life had someone looked at him with that gaze.. Like he was no person, just a mere object. The man ignored the presence of his mind, and instead focused solemnly on his body.

"Strip."

That one word was enough to make all the color drain from his face. His jaw slacked and his eyes widened. What? Did that man.. want him to strip? Why?? He had clothes on and he doubt they wanted him in something different.

"If I have to do it, it will hurt." The man continued, spitting out the words as he rid himself of the wolves fur, taking off his coat as well. This did not look good. At all. Beomgyu swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat faster than it had ever done. "W-Why?" He croaked out. He had the slightest idea why, but he hoped so badly that it wasn't true and he was wrong about it.