. Nightmarish tragedy .

All these ... And the burning hunger within , made him open his mouth to ask.

"Can I have some?.".

To his utter dismay though, Hanze refused to remove his eyes from the screen of his focus, and instead replied him blankly.

"No.".

Anying pursed his lips, pushed back the tears in his brimming big eyes at Hanze's response and asked "why?.".

Hanze's movement paused when he heard anying's question for a moment and a cold glare that made him shiver all over was sent his way.

".so.". He began slowly and Anying flinched visibly "I should throw a feast for your incompetency.". He added in question.

Anying frowned at that and blinked under Hanze's cold gaze, then as if a botton clicked, he pursed his lips harder and directed his gaze to the still steaming dishes.

".I...am... Sorry..". He apologized in a low voice yet Hanze ignored him, pretended he heard nothing and snapped his fingers.

And Anying watched in horror as all the food on the table began melting into nothingness. And before the youth could blink fully, everything had melted away,even the table disappeared right in front of his eyes.

Anying paled, the tears gathering at the corners of his eyes finally streamed down his cheeks uncontrollably as all colours drained from his face.

.' Did he just.... Waste all those food when I'm this hungry?!... How could this man be so heartless and mean?! '.

It couldn't be that hanze didn't know he was hungry right?.

Nah... He knew, just wanted to see the youth suffer was it not?.

Tears slipped down his face further when he thought of the possibility...but .... no .. he didn't want to cry but this was just too cruel.. too much..

He couldn't sleep like this with an empty stomach... Would he even be able to get up tomorrow if he did?.

No .. he had to eat something, he couldn't imagine the pain he would go through at night if he failed to do so... And since Hanze had food [ probably ] left in his storage ring then... He could still persuade the man to spare him some... So he summoned courage and said.

"I've been starving... since morning... I need food.". In a voice so soft and low fkr effect yet...

"Your hunger, has nothing. To do. With me.". Hanze replied plainly, his focus back on the laptop he was operating.

Anying frowned upon hearing what he said. What was that supposed to mean?. Wasn't it Hanze that locked him inside the room till evening from morning?.

If he didn't wouldn't Anying eat to his fill outside the room?. Would he come beg Hanze for food?.

So how wasn't it his business?.

That was unfair and he was going to protest!. So...

"You locked me up since morning so i--.".he began yet shut himself up when Hanze leveled him with a blank pricking stare.

"Leave my sight." He said to the youth yet Anying knew not when to obey.... He still wanted to defend himself when hanze coldly added with a pause in his movements.

"Or else....".

So... Anying pursed his lips and turned around, then pitifully entered the bed and layed down while staring at Hanze's figure as the guy went back to typing away.

Why Did he obey that easily you ask?. It was because he didn't know what the maniac would do to him if he disobeyed... And he, in his current situation didn't think he had the strength to defend himself from whatever predicament the consequences would be, but oh well,

He still didn't manage to get himself food... QAQ How tragic.

More uncontrollable bitter rears streamed down his small, delicate face.. and he let it fall freely .. simply because he couldn't control it as he was strengthless.

Ok now he was automatically going to sleep with an empty stomach.

He dipped his head into the pillow after staring at Hanze's figure for more than three minutes, while hoping the man would notice him but no...

' Sigh* I ... Should just go to sleep and escape this hunger in a while... Maybe.. just maybe... He would fall asleep and I can sneak out later '. he thought.

And so he did. By letting his lashes flutter close... After all the thick and long lashes of his were already wanting to fall to his cheeks for a long while now.

...

Three hours later.

10:27 PM. [Their second night on Earth]

Anying stirred in his sleep. His brows furrowed into a distinct frown before his eyes abruptly snapped open shinning brightly... unfortunately, it dimmed in the next second as his lips pursed together.

Adjusting his eyes to the dark, he decided to focus on the sensations that disturbed his sleep rather than listening to the cheerful echos of his friends voices who were playing in the living room.

A warm hand around his waist, something firm, broad and warm pressed against his back and warm ticklish breath on the crevice of his neck....

' Hanze is sleeping? '. He wondered because the man's breathing was coming out steady against his neck.

But... Now he couldn't even move from his position to leave the room nor confirm if Hanze was sleeping at all or not...well why?.

Firstly, because Hanze was holding him so tight and possessively in his sleep he was beginning to think of the possibility of himself snapping into two before morning...

secondly, he didn't think using the excuse of going to pee again would work on Hanze if he was caught again attempting an escape strategy.

Thirdly , the door was absolutely locked. He was sure of it.

Anying bit his lips, despair radiating from his every pore. He couldn't even move himself... Not an inch.

Ah. ' why did I wake up? '. He lamented tugging on his lips with his teeth.

Because now he could vividly feel the torturous hunger in his stomach that had turned worst after three more hours of sleep he had ... It was... It was.. so.. nightmarish.

What should he do?.