Felix's wrists tremble. He doesn't know if it's anger, anxiety, fear, or injustice. He has no idea. He only knows he can't keep his hands still, his fingers scraping against the smooth floor as Hyunjin holds his head in place, his fingers digging into Felix's hair as he thrusts into his mouth.

Hyunjin's sex is large, heavy, and wide. It stretches Felix's lips as it pushes into his mouth, the glans forcing its way into his throat, fucking him. Felix's mind is empty, free from any thought. He doesn't think about what's happening, he doesn't feel any emotion, any sensation. He's only trying to gauge from the way Hyunjin thrusts or gasps how much longer it will take him to finish.

His knees hurt, pressed against the floor. His jaw aches so much he's afraid it might lock up. Saliva drips from his lips, wetting his chin.

Hyunjin doesn't look at him. Not once, not since he forced his erection into Felix's mouth.

Felix wishes he would look at him, just for a moment. If they looked at each other, it would be different. More bearable. Maybe even enjoyable.

Felix thinks he needs it. He needs to feel Hyunjin close because it's been too long since it happened. He needs to feel like they're complicit in that thing.

But despite Hyunjin fucking his mouth, he's never been more distant. It's as if he's not with Felix, in that room. It's as if he's performing something mechanical that he's been forced to do. And Felix is a victim of that same artificiality. Two puppets. The strings pull and they move, yet Felix has no idea who the puppet master is.

He curls his lips around Hyunjin's sex, making him jolt in surprise. No, he's not a puppet. And if whoever ordered this wants to see him humiliated and suffering, then Felix will give them the exact opposite.

He lifts a hand, caresses Hyunjin's thigh, making him jolt again, stopping. His eyes are wide, surprised, and finally, his dark irises meet Felix's. Felix's thumb brushes against the inside of Hyunjin's thigh as he lets Hyunjin's sex slide between his lips, and he feels it tremble. He feels the large sex contract against his tongue, and the difference from before is abyssal.

Felix lets his tongue wave against Hyunjin's erection, not breaking eye contact for a moment. Then he releases the erection and kisses the glans, rubs his cheek against it. "I've missed this so much," he whispers, and it's not true, but it doesn't matter. He wants whoever is watching to realize how wrong they've calculated things. "If I had known that killing Ivan would let me suck your cock again, I would have done it much sooner."

A backhanded slap hits him full in the face.

The pain is blinding. Felix gasps, his head bowed, and he grins. Hyunjin must play his part, it's obvious. And he probably wants Felix to act less stupidly, more in line with his position, but Felix has nothing to lose except his dignity. And to hell with that.

"You're just a whore," Hyunjin hisses. "Ivan was worth ten times more than you."

"Yeah," Felix hisses back in a low voice, pulling himself up straight with his abs. He caresses Hyunjin's thighs and licks his testicles, sure he can feel Hyunjin's knees trembling with the effort of restraining himself. "But I'm sure he never sucked your cock as well as I do."

"You're such a whore," Hyunjin repeats, his voice unsteady, trembling. His hand digs into Felix's hair. "If you like cock so much, I could have you fucked by dozens of people," he threatens. Who knows if it's true. Who knows if he could really do it. The thought carves a void inside Felix, but he sets it aside. Not now.

"The only one I want to be fucked by is you," he murmurs, then places a kiss on Hyunjin's glans and tightens his lips around it as he slides it into his mouth. Hyunjin growls with anger and pulls his hair again. But then his hands rest on Felix's temples, holding his head in place as he starts thrusting forcefully, violently, and urgently into him. Felix holds his breath, it's impossible to breathe while Hyunjin thrusts without mercy between his lips. With a low, dull gasp, Hyunjin fills him with his sperm. The warm, viscous liquid fills Felix's throat and mouth. Hyunjin pulls out of his lips just in time for a cough.

A stream of white sperm spills onto the floor.

"No," Hyunjin growls, hitting Felix's thigh with the tip of his foot. "Swallow it all. Lick up what's spilled," he orders.

Felix looks up. He makes sure Hyunjin is watching him as he swallows his pleasure, as he prostrates himself on the floor to lick it up. "More," he hisses, purely provocative. "I want more."

"Fuck off," Hyunjin growls, passing a hand over his forehead. This is definitely not in character. Felix hides a grin.

The silence fills the room like gas. Felix feels almost suffocated by it. His head throbs painfully, his eyes half-closed. He senses Hyunjin fussing with the camera—turning it off, dismantling it. Suddenly, Hyunjin seems struck by a sense of urgency, as if the idea of staying in that cell for even a moment longer is unbearable. If only he knew how far past the point of endurance Felix had already gone. Life feels like an overstretched rubber band to him, impossibly still intact, though it should have snapped long ago. And yet, miraculously, it holds.

But can it really be called a miracle?

Hyunjin leaves, and Felix is alone again, his taste lingering on Felix’s lips, his mind empty. He remains lying on the floor, staring at the ceiling. What’s the last thing he remembers? He’s tried a thousand times to retrieve those moments but has never succeeded. He can’t even recall a specific day that might have ended with his abduction. He closes his eyes. He thinks about his home, his belongings. He thinks about the alleys where he used to deal. He thinks about his clients, trying to summon the details of their faces. He thinks about the food he used to eat. Deep down, he believes one of those details will someday reveal something he doesn’t yet see, something he doesn’t yet understand.

His mind remains stubbornly blocked, shielding him from some unknown horror. As if whatever happened before could possibly be worse than all the filth that came after.

He turns onto his side. The rough asphalt scrapes against his skin. Felix keeps his eyes half-closed. He’s like a dog in a cage. That’s what he’s become. He snarls, growls, bites, but the cage never disappears.

He knows he’ll leave that place only as a dead man.

He knows it perfectly well. It’s no longer a belief but an absolute certainty.

And yet, something inside him refuses to let go.