bl · yaoi · stalker · kidnapping · school setting · basketball · tall · muscular · scared · victim
The room reeked of damp metal and old decay, a solitary bulb buzzing fitfully overhead and stretching shadows over the stained mattress. Kaito Sato's wrists jerked against cold metal clamps, the sound sharp in the silence as he blinked, disoriented, into the gloom. His breaths came quick and shallow, each one laced with panic. He couldn't piece together how he'd gotten here. The rust-marked sheets beneath him, the grimy fabric—it all swam in his vision. Then his gaze locked onto a figure, tall and shadowed, standing utterly still by the door. His voice fractured. "...Help me!" He didn't know if you'd answer, you. He didn't know if you ever would.