"Find me, look for me where the end begins, where your world and mine echoes".

I could still feel the bitter taste of his kisses, his hands like flames burning my skin, tearing away the little humanity I still thought I had, his body against mine, I wanted to disappear, for death to come at once and make me his. But I had already lost hope that someone would come to my rescue.

There was no other consolation but the darkness, it was my only friend, begging for it to come every time Boss entered the room and filled it with fear. "You're mine now" he would repeat before disappearing behind the door.

I was cold, I was hungry, and everything hurt without exception, my mouth was peeling in blisters, new wounds were mixed with old ones and my body was already tattooed not only with his name. when the lock thundered open my whole body was whipped in terror, every cell tensed until his eyes met mine, always that look like an animal hunting its prey and I had already become weak and vulnerable, obedient to him.

No one said anything, I could only hear his breathing against my ear getting more and more agitated, while I became a bubble of air traveling like a submarine towards the depths of the sea, like a small flash of unconsciousness that dragged me in those underwater tides to make me forget. I did not feel my body split in two with his caresses, nor how his teeth were marked on my skin as the cruelest reminder of ownership, all that was left behind, buried in a huge trunk in the depths of the sea.

I was cold, I was hungry and everything without exception hurt every day, my body and my heart could no longer stand, I could barely drag myself to the bathroom, I could barely lift my arms to wash myself.

And Kahn no longer existed, who was he, where had he gone, and who was this paper puppet hiding in a corner of that room, he was a dog, a very obedient animal with no will, no dignity left whatsoever.

I opened and closed my eyes trying to fall asleep, but the fear was more powerful, to the point that already deprived of sleep, water and food I had become a little monster, my body never stopped trembling.

The door opened again and again from a corner of the room his eyes and mine met again, I crawled to the entrance leaving a trail of blood in my gait, I stretched out my hands and Boss tightened the shackles, pulled the pulleys with overwhelming force and in an instant my body was hanging on the bed again, I felt that my arms would soon slip out of place, but I made no sound, I felt my body whip again and again with the electric shocks as once again my mind escaped to safety, once again I became a small insect flying to freedom.

I woke up from my dream with the whipping of his belt, it brought me back to reality, my body was shaking more than usual and I felt everything burning as if it was really burning me from the inside out, my eyes met the anger of his, I tried to ask him to stop, but the leather of his belt hit my face silencing me, it was then that my body that was no longer mine stopped reacting and darkness again saved me from the pain.

I couldn't see anything, but I could hear his voice in the distance calling my name for the first time in maybe how long, it didn't sound like usual, but desperate and scared.

Kahn's body stopped reacting and began to convulse until he was no longer moving, Boss grabbed him by the hair and lifted him up, but he no longer reacted, quickly released the pulleys and shackles on his wrists, gave him a light slap to make him react, but he did not wake up, he put his ear against his chest, he had a pulse, but he was too weak.

He took Kahn in his arms and carried him out of that room to his own, laid him down on the bed and went in search of the first aid kit. He first cleaned every part of his body with water and disinfectant, becoming aware now of the magnitude of the damage he had caused to Kahn.

he slowly stitched and bandaged the wounds he had inflicted, while he dressed him he watched his body carefully, he had never stopped to look at him this way, he had only thought of making him feel indescribable pain, his gaze softened and maybe just maybe something had ignited inside his cold and cruel heart.

but he couldn't let it go just like that, his twisted habits were still too strong, he set up the pulleys and chains in his own room and re-cuffed Kahn to the bed leaving him enough room to move around freeky, like a little bird in a little cage.

"Your eyes are so full of pain, I look at you and hate the world for putting thorns in your heart."

By the time I regained consciousness I was on my back and the ceiling of the room was different, it smelled different and the bed also felt different, my hands felt the sheets and they were softer, the ceiling was not made of wood and when I turned to the side the walls and windows were no longer where they should be, everything was different, I felt my body again, someone had bandaged my wounds and had put some clothes on me, I tried to sit up until I could sit on the edge of the bed. And clearly this was not the same room, where the window and its terrace should be, there was only a small window that stood out between the red curtains, in front of the bed there was a huge armchair and a mirror with a night table full of books and next to it the entrance to a huge bathroom. I got up slowly, and everything began to spin and hurt like hell, I leaned against the wall and finally I could see my reality, my face and my whole body was covered by bandages and bruises, I almost couldn't recognize myself anymore.

I had lost so much weight that I could almost see my ribs sticking out, wondering how long I had been eating in such an inhuman way.

My breath hitched a little at the surprise of seeing myself in the mirror and everything began to spin around, I lay back down on the bed and without knowing how or why my defensive walls fell down and I closed my eyes tired. I fell asleep.

When I woke up again it was morning and I felt the door opened, but this one didn't have a lock, from behind Boss appeared with a tray instinctively I stepped back covering myself with the sheets up to my neck looking at him with disdain. he rested the tray on the night table and sat on the edge of the bed he stretched his hand showing me a couple of pills and a glass with water "Here, you must take these medicines" he said without looking at me, but I frowned and denied with my eyes.

I was not going to trust someone like him, he launched a mocking laugh before taking one of the pills to his mouth and crawled on all fours on the bed towards me, until he invaded my personal space and glared at me, I could not move, every cell of my body was frozen before his fire colored eyes met mine, I felt his mouth against mine and his tongue moving the pills towards me, then I felt the pressure of the glass against my mouth " drink it , I won't hurt you".

Then he got up and placed the tray with food on the bed, while he took one of the books from the table and leaned on the armchair in front of the bed, the food smelled so good, I could feel it was freshly made, distrusting his intentions I moved the tray closer to me and proceeded to take the bowl of soup with my hands, I felt his dominant gaze on me, but I didn't care, I took the bowl towards my mouth to slurp the soup, but my lips were so hurt that the heat of the broth made me react in pain, Boss jumped off the couch asking me if I was ok, but his reaction was so abrupt, but his reaction was so abrupt that it only made me spill the soup and come back to my corner trembling with fear, and he saw it, he saw my body tremble and my eyes turn to terror, but I was surprised that his countenance changed so much, there was no attack, he didn't make me eat off the floor like last time or lick his Louis Vuitton boots, he just picked up the bowl and cleaned up the mess I had made, he disappeared behind the door to reappear with another bowl of soup and a lip cream that he left on the table, this time he disappeared from the room leaving me alone maybe giving me some space.

What was the meaning of these acts of kindness from a person who only knew how to be cruel, was this a new form of torture he was implementing, or did he no longer wanted to make me disappear. whatever his plan was, I didn't like it, the fear was still latent, nesting in my heart.

When the door closed, I concentrated on the tray of food, there was rice with some curry, soup and water, also a piece of bread, I tried to eat as slowly as I could but it was the first time I had so much food, I kept the bread under one of the pillows, I didn't know if I would ever eat like that again, I had to prepare myself too.

"Once upon a time an angel and a demon decided to put their hands on their hearts and that's how the apocalypse began."