SILENT HILL IS OWNED BY KONAMI!

This fic had actually exactly 3000 words in it before this! XD

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Henry thought about... Making this man that was holding him captive... "Satisfied." Then he wouldn't need to be in amazingly embarrassing situations like he was in earlier.

He was, once again, being carried off into the living room couch while Walter worked in the kitchen again. Henry let him self be fed again, then cleared his voice. "I've noticed something... Why don't you ever eat in front of me?"

Walter smiled. "When the time comes, you will know."

'What the hell did that mean?' He caught himself before screaming that out loud.

"What a mess..." Walter said, looking at the other's legs like he just noticed the damage he'd done earlier. He ripped the boxers off of Henry's legs- literally. He forgot that he was "wearing" them.

He was being carried once again to the bathroom, where he was set down in the tub. Walter started stripping his clothes off and turned on the shower before getting in. He had to be on is knees because of the state Henry was in, but it didn't really matter for him as long as Henry was getting water on him.

Walter carefully flipped Henry over on his knees before taking a wash cloth from the edge of the tub and started scrubbing the dry blood off gently. Henry thought that it felt nice, being cleaned like this... Minus the ropes and hard marble floor, of course.

After being dried off he was set on the toilet again. "I have to run off again, but I will return as soon as possible- promise."

'Take your time...' Henry thought. Walter left without gagging Henry. "Well, at least this is getting just slightly a sliver more pleasant already..." He muttered to himself.

When he returned, Henry looked like he was almost asleep sitting up. "Henry, are you okay?" Walter tipped his chin up with two fingers under it.

"Walter... I'm so tired, after everything that happened in just a few hours..." 'Yes, play the tired game... Then I can find out a way to get the hell out of here in peace and comfort!' Henry thought.

"You're so cute..." Walter grabbed the other's head with his palms on the cheeks. "I supposed you may take a short nap, but in exchange..." He took those lips again, and Henry responded back almost eagerly. After a few minutes of that, he was picked up and set on the bed again. "Good night, my Henry." Walter cooed before leaving him alone.

'Soon, my Receivor...' Walter thought. 'I killed numbers thirteens and fourteen today... Only seven more...'