. Traumatic experience .

What should he do?.

Should he tug Hanze's cloth to wake him up ?, kiss and nibble his lips to the man's content?, then proceed to apologize and ask him for food?.

' no! '. He shook his head weakly against the pillow.

Where did that senseless thought even originate from?.

He couldn't believe this... His freedom and rights were being taken away from him and it was weakening his will to fight back...

Just a day and half or was it two days and Hanze was already effectively being able to weaken his resolve.

How dangerous was this guy..?.

What his parents couldn't do for years...

[ Hunger messing with his medulla oblongata. Hmmm... But... It will leave him traumatized of course. After all he had never known the pain of hunger before.]

And the guy was already able to pull it off...

What was this... ?.

Should he just give in, forsake his goals... Please Hanze get enough food and call it a life?.

Was the youth's last thought before his enviable long lashes fluttered close again.

Due to hunger of course.

...

The next morning, Anying woke up to the feeling of helplessness and punishing hunger in his stomach.

"... it's already dawn..". His mind supplied.

He sat up ever so sluggishly on the bed because there was no strength to do so properly. After which he turned to where Hanze was supposed to be sleeping but found no one.

He stared at the clock to see 6:53 am boldly written on it.

His head bobbed in confusion with dread in his eyes.

"D--did...did Hanze leave already?.". He asked himself with an audible gulp... The mere notion made him blanch out. And seeming to sense it's owner's predicament and thoughts, his stomach growled loudly in protest of being left empty.

Did he wake up late?..

How should he survive till sundown now?.

He didn't have to fuss over hanze leaving him early though... Because in the next minute, the closet's door opened and Hanze strode out of it all prim and properly dressed with a relaxed body. [ Talk about showing off ].

He was wearing a white long sleeved shirt, black pants and matching shoes with his long hair tied into a ponytail.

He looked ... Handsome and intimidating at the same time yet that wasn't registering in anying's mind at the moment.

Instead, his brain started gearing so fast he thought he would go mad. He remembered his thoughts before sleeping... Should he implement them? He wondered.

But his instincts of being the god of freedom wouldn't let him do something that would tie him down in a particular location for all eternity.

But with instincts, pride, stubbornness, rebellion, logic, determination and no food.... What could he achieve?.

His stomach was churning on nothingness... The worms?... Feeding on his internal organs... Such consuming pain.

Fuck all! Damnit!. He was going to call Hanze and kiss him.. since if he didn't, Hanze wouldn't let him eat then so be it!!.

"Hanze...". He called finally and waited, his heart thudding faster than ever.

Yet three minutes passed and the person he was calling remained silent.. not even sparing him a cold glance.

Anying pursed his lips at the silent treatment.

.' Errrr? '.

He was confused.

He wanted to tuck his pride in and kiss or allow Hanze to kids him however yet the latter was ignoring his very existence.

What happened. Did he make the wrong decision?.

He watched Hanze unblinkingly going to the couch to take ... was it a pen drive, disk drive?... Fountain pen?. He didn't know nor did he want to fathom.

Then he proceeded to walk with measured steps towards the door leaving the hungry youth staring at the back of his head with a boring gaze that could leave a bloody hole.

"Hanze I have something... To ask of you.". He called again with more words and a firmer resolve yet...

*Click* the sound of the door opening.

Anying's eyes widened yet he couldn't sprint after the merciless man.

"H-hanze!.". He called again.

But unfortunately, Hanze remained deaf to his calls and instead proceeded to step out and lock the door. And with another click, it got locked.

"T-that..that...". He stuttered with quivering lips.

Why did Hanze ignore him that way?.

Did he know what Anying wanted to ask?.

Now was he going to spend another day without food?.

More importantly... Would he be able to survive? And escape?..

Nah... Ignoring the laws of freedom, he didn't even have the strength to carry out the simple task of walking right now talk lest of planning another escape strategy and escaping...

Tears welled in anying's eyes when his stomach bit him painfully.

"W--what... Did i just get myself into...". He asked pitifully.

Wait... He didn't even do anything when he woke up, only staring at Hanze... So how did that infuriate the latter?.

Wait...

Only staring at hanze...

". Wait... I-i...i was.. supposed to run to him and kiss him immediately after I woke... Up?.". He asked shakingly as realization dawned on him.

Was that it?.

That single blunder and Hanze allowed him to starve because of It?. Even when he threw his pride and stubbornness at one corner of the room (due to hunger) To placate him?.

"Heartless...". He mummured in a hoarse broken voice and fell back into the bed with little to no strength left in his body.

....

Anying stayed inside the bed for the next 13 hours... Alternating between, sleeping, crying, lamenting and sleeping all over again until his eyes turned all puffy and red rimmed .

The sight was cute and heart wrenching at the same time. Considering how weak and strengthless he was.

Alas.. when the clock hit 7:30, he got up swaying on his feet and entered the bathroom to bath... After which he walked to the closet, grabbed the nearest grey t-shirt and went back to bed... Too dizzy and puffy eyed to make out by that the closet that was once empty was now filled with clothes to the brim.

He drew the blanket feebly to chest level and continued peering at the ceiling with half lidded eyes.

' when is Hanze coming back even... '. He asked internally.

Ah?... His morning thought... How could he do that?. But why not when it would give him food?... Well he didn't know what to do anymore.

He was hungry and that... *Click*. The sound of the door opening cut off his line of thoughts.

His head jerked up almost too anticipatingnly when he heard the noise.

He was like a chained starved puppy who suddenly smelt it's owner returning from work. [the description is justified ok.]

When Hanze opened the door and entered with his cold gaze, eyes and whole self, Anying threw away the duvet covers in a lieu, and got down from the bed..

He wobbled though... But continued walking hastily until he weakly crashed right into Hanze's embrace.

But what he didn't expect after that was for Hanze to shove him so hard he hit his whole body against the nearby table before walking past him with a blank expression.

". H-huh?...".