"When it is so dangerous to love a person with so much darkness."
The guilt drawn in the traces left by the wounds inflicted with hatred, his scars felt icy, as if that part of his body had been frozen in time, he could hear the hissing coming from Kahn's chest when he tried to breathe, that had been his fault too.
He knew he was a monster, but with the time he had been holding Kahn hostage maybe he had also conditioned himself to keep him alive for him, because everyone was abandoning him, no one would stay with him. There was no one who loved him, everyone he showed his heart to ended up betraying or using him, or they were his father's puppets.
The truth was that Boss lived a life to please his father and did not hide the scam bug he was in front of anyone, it was his way of looking for death, maybe that way it was easier to find it, because there was still no courage to do it himself.
Suddenly he woke up to the sound of screams, His bodyguard entered the room "sir, your father is here", Boss got up suddenly and disappeared from the room, his face had said it all. When he reached the lobby his father was waiting for him, he couldn't look him in the face, he felt ashamed, how had he discovered this place?
"So, this was your hideout" said his father in a contemptuous tone, Boss tried to give an explanation, but when he approached he only met his father's palm against his face, the blow threw him to the ground and then a kick and another, Boss' bodyguards drew their weapons, but Boss made a hand gesture for them not to intervene.
"You don't deserve to be my son," echoed in his ears, as he spat the blood, he got up, but his father pushed him, then he saw him heading towards the room where he kept Kahn , his worst nightmare was about to come true. His father entered the room and found Kahn standing in the corner of the room, near the window, he walked over and realized who it was, he turned to his son and looked at him even more contemptuously "what did you do, you stupid bastard, take care of it before the others find out".
Kahn thought maybe this would set him free, but when he heard Boss's father's words he realized that taking charge of something meant making it disappear. "You're sick" he said punching him in the face again, Boss fell to the ground, as his father walked away.
Kahn approached him while Boss sat up "are you ok?", Boss looked at him with fire in his eyes, and then grabbed him by the chin squeezing him hard, he placed a knife against his neck "shut up!", Kahn could not control his tears that began to fall down his face, he could not stand it anymore and challenged him "do it, Boss, kill me... I have nothing left Boss, you took the last drop of humanity that was in me, KILL ME! at once, Boss, please".
"You're not going to die... you're my pet, don't forget it" he whispered in his ear while he put the knife away, pushed Kahn aside, left the room and made a scene in the kitchen, while his bodyguards tried to restrain him.
He was clearly affected by the fact that his only refuge had been found, there was no longer a safe place, he unleashed his anger until he could no longer hear anything from the room, everything was invaded by silence, and when night came, Kahn approached the night table to turn on the light, then went to the bathroom to change his bandages. Just then he could feel Boss's voice in the distance, heard his footsteps shuffling down the hallway until he could see him lying on the bed, the door closed, Boss had clearly been drinking.
That night thanks to that, there was no dinner for Kahn, not that he was very hungry, but none of the scenarios in the last few days had been healthy for someone in his state, but he was more than used to that situation, dragging his chains he sat on the edge of the bed and arched a little to get closer to turn off the light, but when he did, Boss turned to him and wrapped his arms around him, now he was trapped.
He tried to turn over and free himself from Boss's embrace, but only managed to turn around, his arms holding him around his waist, he could smell the whiskey scent wafting from his whole body.
"In some people chaos always prevails, because it's the only thing they know."
He felt the heat giving off from Boss's body sticking to his tightly, his fingers tightening to his stomach, and at times his restless body moving against his in between dreams, he could also hear him small faint moaning sounds, but it was different, this time he was not repulsed by his touch, and he could not understand it, and he surprised his own body reacting to these drunken actions of Boss. Kahn freed himself from Boss's embrace and wrapped himself in the sheets ashamed of himself and how it was that his own body betrayed him by those incomprehensible feelings that were lingering inside him.
When Boss woke up it was almost dawn, and everything in his head was spinning, he got up and staggered to the bathroom, washed his face and ran his hand over his hair, took a deep breath and when he returned to the room he saw Kahn lying on the bed, his face was no longer scary, but he could see that he was somewhat bothered by his stomach, then he remembered that there was no one to feed him during the time he had disappeared, he then felt guilty again.
Kahn was the personification of what Boss´s father hated about him, and yet, as he was his firstborn, he tried to break him into a thousand pieces to turn him into what he wanted at any price possible.
Kahn woke up with cramps, he stood up and noticed a delicious scent coming from outside the room, but the chains did not let him leave the room, it was then that Boss entered with a huge tray, there was fruit, toast and milk, he sat on the bed resting the tray on the mattress and taking a toast he sat on the floor of the room while flipping through a book he had been reading for months, Kahn began to eat.
After a while Boss began to spend less and less time in the shelter and arrived very late at night, Kahn only found his huge back and the smell of cigars and whiskey. Every day a bodyguard would arrive to uncuff him and feed him, and then he would be tied up again during the afternoon. And every night Boss arrived different, some days smelling of whiskey, others with bandages on some parts of his body, something was happening out there, but Kahn no longer felt like a bodyguard, he was just a prisoner. whatever was happening he was just a memory.
Soon his wounds became scars, and his skin became again pale and no longer blue or purple from the blows he had been given, the only wounds that did not heal were those on his wrists, where the shackles tightened when he tried to escape, he tried a lot to get out, even more now that he had regained his strength, but it was all in vain. He was still trapped in those four walls, from which hung his chains and pulleys that from time to time suspended him for hours, in that place where he felt even miserable.
Boss had broken his body in ways that no one can imagine that a person could break, shattered his will to the point of generating a conditioned terror, and now he felt conditioned again to this facet of humility that Boss was beginning to show.
"You woke up every wolf, dragon, monster sleeping in you and reminded them what hell is like."