𝘖𝘩, 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘴𝘦.

Fleur.

Mark wasn't able to find any way to occupy himself, he was just bored, cold, tired and helpless. He had to escape into his dreams to actually enjoy something. But, he occasionally had nightmares, and woke up sobbing. On special occasions, he actually had amazing dreams. Dreams about him, Cesar, Adam and Jonah hanging out at the old lake having a picnic.

"A-Adam..Jonah.." The brunette whispered, he missed them. He had no idea what to do..He had lost all hope. He cried out.

"Adam! Jonah! Help me please!—"

There were loud foot steps coming down the stairs, Marks blood ran cold.

"Would you care to explain why you're screaming right now."

"N-Nothing!— I just had a nightmare!.."

"Don't lie to me, Heathcliff." Cesar glared.

The ravenette came closer and kicked the brunette, which made him fall over.

"I-Im sorry!— Cesar please!"

"Don't make so much fucking noise next time."

Cesar grabbed Marks arm and bit down on it hard, he didn't care where it was at all. He just wanted to inflict pain on Mark.

"AH!— St- Okay!— okay! I'm sorry! Let go!"

Cesar let go, staring at Mark, who was crying silently, not a single noise slipping out.

"Be more quiet."

"O-Okay.."

Cesar walked back up the stairs, when Mark saw that he was gone he panted in pain. Cesar had kicked his side..The ravenette was definitely underestimating his strength and Mark knew, well, of course he did. He witnessed it first hand and it hurt. It hurt horribly. He had never expected Cesar to hurt him, let alone kidnap him.

This is all just a bad dream.

He thought, still in constant disbelief.
Cesar wouldn't hurt him, he wouldn't hurt a fly.

"C-Ces..C.." Mark whispered out,

All Cesar could think about was how delicious he'd be when he dies.