Chapter 1.

¿Precious?

Completely terrified, Cristian couldn't move, his breathing was through the roof, it seemed that his anxiety had come at the worst moment, in front of him a man smiled as if he wasn't afraid, as if what was happening around him didn't cause him panic; then, trying to find a little peace in the middle of the storm he observed the face of the man in front of him, he was handsome and kept a happy expression when he heard him say: you are beautiful, ¿don't you know that pretty boys don't cry? Christian didn't answer, he kept a nervous smile while his tears spilled incessantly from the lashes of his eyes, he couldn't cry, but he was doing it, the edge of a knife touching his fingers let his heart plummet straight to his stomach, without trying to stop the other man from pushing him straight to the bed while repeating over and over again, that pretty boys don't cry, pretty boys are in captivity… Cristian pretended not to hear him and not to understand those words, and breathed so deeply that when the knife stabbed hard into one of his thighs and blood began to flow out and spill over the disgusting mattress because the man in front of him had casually pulled out the knife, he let out a scream and as he did so, a hand began to suffocate him to such an extent that his heart rate was close to a heart attack.

The room he was in had decomposing blood on its walls, there were bodies on the floor, the smell was nauseating and the man in front of him did nothing but start licking the knife wound he had caused earlier…

The boy wanted to defend himself, but the man in front of him was three times stronger and a savage without a soul or human morality, then the boy shivering with fear said: please let me go, I swear I will not tell anyone what you have done in this place, but the man simply answered: my precious glass boy, your life is mine, I like your tears and your blood brings me back to reality, you will never see a sunset accompanied by other people again, because your destiny belongs to me, those words were a dart to Cristian's pride, who crying told him at least take me to the hospital I do not want to lose my leg, but the man answered: You will not lose it, you will need it to walk with me for all eternity, after this the man got out of bed to look for a metal first aid kit and when he returned he ripped his pants and without any anesthesia he began to sew him up without disinfecting the wound; and each stitch that the man gave him was done very slowly and with the precision of a surgeon, as if he were used to this type of act; when he finished he said to him: look at you, you are a glass boy who needs me to survive, and before placing the bandages the man said to him: Look me in the eyes and tell me that you love me… Cristian, terrified, began to say that he loved him, but as soon as the words left his mouth, the man emptied a bottle of alcohol into the wound that he had just sewn up, so the burning and pain made the boy tremble, and then the man told him: say it louder so that your sincerity cannot be heard, and then Cristian shouted,¡¡¡ I LOVE YOU!!!,Following this, the man pounced on him and kissed him with a ferocity as if he wanted to steal his soul through the kiss, and the groping of his rustic hands began to travel down his shirt and pinch his nipples while he trembled with pain and fear beneath that huge man who had kidnapped him when he had barely left the university he was attending, and then he remembered that it had all started when he stumbled upon this man at the exit of one of the Theology classes he was taking, the crash had been abrupt, but it was not something completely foreign in a university, although perhaps it was Cristian's shyness that did not let him look up and see who he had collided with, he simply gathered his things and disappeared from sight, not knowing that Jackson, the man he had stumbled upon, was following him with his gaze and a psychopathic expression in his eyes... it was as if he had found the toy he had longed for so much…