Gif not mine. Credits to owner.

"You tried so hard."

Lay looked up to see the heels right in front of his face.

Widening his eyes, he sits up and back away from her.

"You were so close." She clapped her hands, "I applaud to you."

A knife was gently placd in front of her, as she took it put it on the table.

"I guess I dropped it on accident when I came back last time." She said. "I guess I should be a little more careful."

Lay looked at her, "I'm sorry, master, I just wanted to pick it up and put it back where it belonged." 

"Are you sure you weren't trying to break free?" 

His arm was tied on a rope to a pole as the other hand was free. Although he thought that having one free hand would be fine for him to break free, it was nearly impossible.

"I don't know if I'll let you off the hook today, I'm actually feeling quite terrible."

"What happened?"

She looked at him for a while. His eyes were full of worry.

"Don't look at me like that and don't act like you care."

Lay took a step forward heaving his hand tied. He tried to touch her face when she backed away.

"So, how should I tortue you today, Lay?" She asked, looking around the room.

"Tell me why you're sad." 

She faced her back away from him, "Why do you care?"

"I always care about you." He said, "You make me worried when I can't see you."

She laughed, facing him, "I make you worried? Please." 

"You do."

She huffed, "What is wrong with you and Luhan? Don't you think it's stupid that you're trying to melt my heart so I can let you free?"

"That's not what I'm doing."

"Sure, Lay. Just like how you left me, too. Without a word." 

Lay looked away from her, trying hard to forget about those memories.

"You think I don't remember?"

"Of course I know." He whispered, "That's why you kept me in here. Why do you have others then? Why can't you just tortue me?"

"Don't act like a superhero, here. This isn't a drama." She said.

"Please, releae the others, I don't care if you tortue me." 

She stared at him for a while, "Why do you say that?"

"I should be the one that should be tortued, not everyone else." 

She raised her eyebrows, "At least you know your place." She then sighed, "But it's not just you that I have to tortue." 

She walks over to the doll and smiled, "It's little Lay." 

Lay stared at her, "~~~~~~, stop."

She smiled, gently touching the doll's face. He quivered at her touch, not wanting to feel her closer to him.

"I told you I didn't want to hurt you."

"No, just hurt me! Hurt me instead of the others, I beg you."

She eyed him, "Why are you always so nice? Don't try to get al blame on you. It's not going to happen." She said.

He shook his head, "Just hurt me more than you hurt the others."

She leaned closer to him, "Why would I hurt you more if you were the nicest one out of them."

He tilted his head a little when he felt his free hand being scraped.

Looking up at her, the stick was digging through his arm.

He yelled in pain, trying hard to relase the feeling.

He didn't shout afterwards and kept it in, muffling his cries.

She stopped as he breathed heavily.

"You've been a good boy, you're not shouting like the others."

She threw the doll back to where it was as his head hit the wall, letting the cold wall cool him down.

Walking away, she turned to him and smirked, "I could hurt anyone I want." 

He looked up at her with pleading eyes, "Please." 

With one last glare, she closed the door.