San was exhausted. He has lost track of how long he had been in this room at the same time he had lost track of how many daughters had visited him.
They had at least given him enough respect to let him rest in between visits. It honestly surprised him that he still had the ability to cum with how many times he had done it.
He did everything they wanted, willingly and without complaint, knowing that's what needed to be done in order to protect the others. He would pleasure them in any way they wanted, touch them where they wanted, and fuck them how they wanted.
It never stopped.
If it was this bad for him, he could only image what Wooyoung was going through... The boy had a worse experience than he did when they were both slaves, so having this much sex...
San did he best not to think about it, as it only made him angry and he had a harder time focusing on the job at hand.
He also tried to not thing about Yeosang. They had just admitted to liking each other, and now he had gone and done this... he worried that Yeosang must hate him now for leaving him. It just didn't feel right leaving Wooyoung to go through this by himself.
The door to his room opened. San groaned as he sat up and moved to the edge of the bed. He had to work to keep his pain from showing. He really didn't know how much longer he could do this. It had be almost night time, they had to let him sleep. Right?
"Hey handsome." One of the daughters said, coming over to sit behind him. "Don't worry. I'll take good care of you. And then we have a treat for you." She said, kissing his neck and shoulders.
San turned on the spot and pulled her so she could straddle him, bringing his lips to hers and running his hands down her back.
The daughter stroked his chest when they had finished. He was out of breath and felt like he would never be able to move again. But then she sat up and took his hand. "Come with me." She said softly.
He was led down the hallway, not bothering to bring up the fact that he had no clothes on, and through a large door. He instantly recognized the large bath from their first day here and his pace quicken.
"Take your time. My mother has agreed to give you the evening off as a reward." The daughter said, smiling and placing a hand on her belly. "Thank you." She said softly before turning and leaving him alone.
San walked into the warm water, whimpering at how it felt against his aching body. They must have put some kind of herb in the water because he instantly felt relaxed. He closed his eyes and sighed, sinking into the water so that only his head was above it.
He didn't know how long he sat there, but he opened his eyes when he heard the door open again. His heart stopped.
Wooyoung was being dragged in by two daughters, his arms slung over their shoulders.
San immediately scrambled out of the water and took him from them. "Wooyoung? What did you do to him?"
"What we were told to. It's not our fault he resisted." One of the girls said, waving a hand as they walked away.
San growled and helped Wooyoung into the bath. The younger mumbled in his arms and his eyes fluttered.
"Youngie?" San whispered once they were in the water. He ran his hand through the other's faded purple hair and held him close.
"I'm sorry." Wooyoung whispered. "I failed..."
"No, you didn't." San pressed their foreheads together. "I am so proud of you, Wooyoung. You've stayed strong through this entire them." He reached down to grab the younger's hand and winced when he saw the rope burns.
"They could be hurting the other's though... Because I broke my part of the deal. I tried to get away." Tears came to Wooyoung's eyes. "I failed."
"We are together, that's what's important. And we are alive. I'm sure the others are ok too." He prayed they were. He prayed they would forgive him, that Yeosang would forgive him... "I bet they are trying to figure out how to get us out of here now" He whispered.
"But they can't. Calypso... She's too powerful. She'll never let us go. You should have gone with them, Sannie. Maybe you could have escaped and could be with Yeosang right now..." Wooyoung's voice was getting weaker. But he managed to find the strength to shift so he straddled San and rested his head on his shoulder while wrapping his arms and legs around him.
San smiled weakly and rubbed Wooyoung's back, feeling every scar that marred his skin.
"But I'm glad you're here. At least I could see you, one last time. I wish I could see him too... and everyone else... But at least I got you." Wooyoung said, holding San as tight as his weak muscles would allow.
"What are you talking about?" San asked, his voice shaking.
"I can't take much more of this, Sannie. It hurts too much." The younger started crying again. "I... I want to go home."
San tightened his grip on him and closed his eyes. Please, Aurora, help us.
"Don't give up on us, guys."
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All of my life, I was searching. It looks like it can reach. Cloudy mirage, Dreamer, The sea of fear and joy. I saw it felt it in my dream that day. I'm sure that we will find someday. Following the blurry afterimage. One stroke each night. Sketch...