⚠️ Reader Advisory
This story contains themes of child abuse, trafficking, violence, and psychological trauma.
Sensitive topics such as exploitation and coercion are referenced.
Reader discretion is advised.
This story does not glorify abuse. It explores survival, trauma,
"Little ones. Line up."
The manager's voice sliced through the room
Small bodies moved into order
Heads lowered
Footsteps approached
A man in his early twenties stopped in front of them
"I heard about a kid named Yuri,"
"Is he available?"
The manager smiled thinly
"He's with someone already."
The man shrugged
"Then I'll choose another."
His eyes scanned the line slowly
He pointed
"That one."
The chosen child flinched but stepped forward
The door closed
Silence...
Then—
The kid's painful Screams tore through the hallway
The children froze
The kid's stared at the floor, shaking
After sometime the screaming stopped
Time passed the door opened
The man stepped out
Dark stains marked his hands
He wiped them off on a cloth in his hands
"That was good," he muttered
The manager entered the room to check
Moments later, he returned
He Said nothing
Everything was silent
_too silent _
something small slipped out and fell to the floor from the room
_A crushed flower stained with blood _
....Later, Z arrived
One of the youngest children ran to him, trembling
"O-One of us… isn't waking up."
Z's breath caught
"What do you mean?" he asked
The child pointed toward the room
Z stepped inside
The air felt suffocating
The child lay motionless
Body filled in sacrs and blood .....Still
_Too still_
Z dropped to his knees
For a moment, nothing moved inside him
_His eyes become empty _
Another flower fell on the stained flower
"Who was with him?" Z asked
The children pointed toward the man sitting casually in the hall
Z stood
He walked up to him calmly
"Hey," Z said lightly. "Looking for someone again?"
The man looked him smirking
"Light brown lips… light brown eyes… and light brown hair," the man said, his gaze lingering
"A breathtaking beauty."
You're Z… the one everyone's going crazy over."
The man's smile widened
"I would love to."
Z smiled back
But his eyes—
They were no longer warm
It was completely empty
He gestured toward a room
The man followed eagerly
The door shut
The door locked
Inside, Z moved first
He seized the man's wrist and twisted sharply
A crack echoed in the confined space
The man gasped in shock, stumbling backward
Before he could shout, Z slammed him against the wall
"You like power, don't you?" Z asked with empty eyes
The man struggled
Z's grip tightened
"Forcing it. Taking it."
His voice was calm
Too calm
Z:
"Pain pleases you… doesn't it?"
The man trembled, pain twisting his face
He tried to speak through ragged breaths
"P-please… stop… don't... No—"
Z chuckled
"What you said no" ????"
He leaned closer, his voice sharp like a knife
"Do people like you even know what that word means?"
He beated him brutally covering his mouth and strangled him to death
When the door opened again—
Z stepped out alone
His knuckles were bruised
Dark stains marked his hands
His eyes were cold
Yuri and Aeris stared at him, stunned
The little kids looked at him with widened eyes
They had never seen him like this
The hallway felt heavier
Z POV
I want to end this
All of it
No more locked doors
No more silent Screams
No more crushed flowers with stain on cold floors
_ If something has to become the end…_
_ Then let it be me_