REBUILD

The luxurious penthouse, once a symbol of love and luxury, had become a prison of pain and fear. Valen, a young man in his early twenties, cowered on the floor, his fragile body battered and bruised. His black hair was disheveled, and his brown eyes were filled with tears of pain, fear, and desperation.

As Klaus's fists rained down on him, Valen's mind was flooded with memories of happier times. He remembered the way Klaus used to hold him, the way he used to make him feel loved and cherished. But those memories were distant now, overshadowed by the pain and the fear.

Valen's voice was barely audible as he begged, "Klaus, please... stop. It hurts." But Klaus just laughed, a cold, mirthless sound that sent shivers down Valen's spine. The laughter was a cruel reminder that Valen was completely at Klaus's mercy.

As the beating continued, Valen felt his spirit breaking. He felt like he was drowning in a sea of pain and fear, with no lifeline in sight. He thought of all the times he had tried to leave, all the times he had tried to escape. But Klaus had always found him, had always dragged him back.

Valen, the boy who was struggling to get away from his boyfriend, stopped and just let him continue until he would stop. He knew it wasn't the first time, nor would it be the last. Struggling just made it more painful, a harsh reality Valen had learned to accept.