"I was fragile, and you broke".

He had gone back to being a wild little animal, it wasn't just fear that haunted him incessantly, but terror, everything hurt. It hurt to feel the door opened at every instant and to see him appear with bright, dark eyes fixed on his, like a predator searching for its prey. It hurt to feel his hands touching him and he felt rotten inside and out. It hurt to have her arms around him to hold him like chains anchoring themselves against his chest. Everything hurt.

He felt like a toy in a drawer, like a bird trapped in a cage, but he no longer had the desire to escape, he didn't know how much time had passed, or how many days, months, hours he had been in his possession. He no longer fought, he let it do with him whatever he wanted until maybe at some point he would get bored. He thought that maybe he would let him go eventually. He wanted to believe that there was such a possibility. Then like any other day the door handle rattled as he turned and Boss appeared, behind him the indisputable silhouette of one of his bodyguards, staring at him with a bleak expression, turned and whispered something behind his back, an order perhaps, but Kahn couldn't make it out. He brought a box with a red cross on the lid, it was a first aid kit, he left it on the edge of the table in front of the mirror and before disappearing through the door, his arm brushed the box causing it to fall and hit the floor loudly, the box opened scattering all over the floor bandages, medicines and syringes, the sound was such that Kahn reacted to it in a way that surprised Boss. He jumped on the bed and ran to a corner of the room, Boss looked at his bodyguard and he came out immediately. He tried to approach slowly towards where Kahn was, but when he got closer he realized the level of terror he had conditioned his prisoner to, he had peed himself with fear and his innocent and bright eyes looked at him with terror and shame, his whole body was shaking, physically shaking, it was not just a sensation, he could see how his body vibrated in front of him and for the first time he felt ashamed to be who he was.

He stretched out a hand towards him, and his obvious reaction was to turn against the wall, who in their right mind would trust him, he turned towards the mess he had left and began to pick up everything to put the box back on the counter and sat down on the floor leaning against the bed, he waited for Kahn to fall asleep. he took him in his arms and carried him to the bathroom, she released the shackles and filled the bathtub with hot water, and got in with him, when their bodies touched the hot water, Kahn opened his eyes scared trying to free himself from his arms kicked and jerked until some of his wounds opened and the bandages were stained with blood, Boss pressed his body against him and whispered "I won't do anything, I promise".

"And I fell in love with your wounds."

Kahn's body tried to relax, as his captor's dirty hands wandered a wet towel against his body, he removed the blood-stained bandages and then disappeared leaving him alone and free. Kahn stretched his body in the bathtub, the wounds burned against the hot water, but his bones and joints no longer hurt so much, even though it was hard to breathe, and he felt a strange sound every time he exhaled, probably one or more broken ribs. He ran his trembling fingers over his skin with a small sponge while crying.

He didn't know what was after the bath, if a new session of inexplicable pain, the only certainty was that Boss was waiting for him in the room, he hadn't heard the door close, and he wished he could stay forever in that bathtub where there was neither pain nor cold, where nobody hurt him, where nobody corrupted his humanity over and over again until he felt his body was almost numb.

She got out of the bathtub and tangled his small wounded body in the clothes Boss had left on a chair, he walked dragging his left leg and resting his right arm on his waist just where it hurt the most, he leaned his hand against the edge of the door and saw Boss standing there rummaging in the emergency kit, he turned to see him and when his eyes tried to find his pupil he just looked through it, as if it was transparent. Boss asked him to sit on the bed, obediently Kahn sat on the bed Boss knelt in front of him, and with an absorbent cotton soaked in alcohol began to clean the wounds, one by one. At first Kahn's body trembled at every movement he made, but then his body stopped fearing.

Kahn watched him closely, following him with a fixed gaze, almost as if expecting him to turn back into a monster at any moment, but none of that happened as he expected, to his surprise when Boss sat up he turned to him again and lifted his shirt to find his torso darkened in bruises, he felt his lower abdomen and Kahn reacted by frowning in pain, Boss looked up and their eyes met "I'll get a doctor".

Boss disappeared from the room, leaving him alone and unmoored, the shackles and chains lay lifeless on the floor of the room, Kahn stood motionless for a couple of minutes that seemed like years, he looked at his wrists and the wounds that the tight shackles had left tattooed on his flesh, he stood up and walked to the table in front of the mirror and looked at his body, his pale skin staining in dark colors, purples, greens, pinks, pinks, fuchsia, characteristic colors in the stages of a bruise, but at least he wasn't bleeding so much anymore, he touched his arms and it felt rough from the scars on top of each other, he took a moisturizer he found and proceeded to apply it all over his hands, arms, necks, chest, face and legs.

"Soul mates don't go away."

Then he lay back on the bed, his eyes began to grow heavy until they closed completely, and he let himself be carried away by the tide of sleep, and his mind went back to a time when he used to be happy, where there were no broken bones or numb skin, no arms stealing his dignity. He awoke to the whistling of the wind through the windows, the faint light of the setting sun made him frown, he sat up in bed and heard footsteps. When the door opened, Boss appeared, looking serene and no longer as scary as before, but his body still reacted with fear. Behind Boss appeared a group of people, Kahn assumed they were doctors, Boss sat on the couch watching the team checking his condition.

The diagnosis: two broken ribs, mild concussion to his head, dehydration and low weight. the doctors left the medications on the table and the medical and dietary instructions to be followed. Boss disappeared leaving the door open, but Kahn did not come out, he stood in front of the freedom being offered to him, yet he turned around and lay down on the bed.

It was there in front of him and he looked at her being offered as freedom, it was the possibility of returning to normality, Kahn waited with his eyes fixed on the door of the room, but Boss did not return, he waited only a few minutes and slowly got up on the bed, stood up and walked towards the door, when he reached it his heart beat as if it was going to run wild, he swallowed saliva and took his first step and then another, He walked down a hallway with a huge window that overlooked an enclosed garden that seemed to be part of the same house, he continued down the hallway until he reached the living room, Boss was sitting at the table, he turned to look at him when Boss made a gesture inviting him to the table, on it there was a myriad of dishes, sushi, Italian food, burgers, spaghetti and desserts of all kinds, Kahn fixed his gaze on Boss's pupil and he nodded with a slight smile and invited him to sit nodding his head.

Kahn was in disbelief, he moved towards the table when Boss stood up to seat him in the chair, but even his body trembled when he made contact with him, he remembered again his whiskey breath on his mouth, his tongue traveling through places in his body where no one had ever ventured. Boss put in his hands the services of the table and offered him different foods, Kahn with his big round eyes, bright and armored filled his mouth with flavors, until without realizing it his legs under the table danced to the sway of his happiness for the food, Boss leaned his elbow on the table and his chin on his hand to stare at him almost sketching a slight smile.

"¿por qué vemos bondad en personas destructivas?"