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He really was about to throw himself off the balcony (he found it) if his teacher had not grabbed him, "We did not do anything."

"Like I wanna know!" he was screaming and kicking in the tight grasp, pleading to be free.

"You will not," came the firm voice. "You drank too much."

He felt as if he was a beanbag being thrown on something soft. He could not understand much. He could only figure his ex-lover was released for a while but was arrested back to the asylum. And it was only 2 weeks ago his ex-lover had been released for good.

He was been watched.
By Ian
All the while.

He's my bitch..the words quoted by his teacher from his ex-lover as a warning reeled in his head.

I am his..bitch.."I'm nobody's bitch!" He was about to yell that when he felt his stomach would shoot out from his mouth. Overcame with disgust and despair he could only expressed through all the sake he had drank - and now, erupted. He could not bear the pain any longer, he was crying in confusion, calling out only his Sensei's first name.

He threatened to hurt you..he remembered what his teacher had said.

"And you.."

An hour had passed since his stomach had thrown everything out. He sat up, weakly, probbed against the pillows. He did not care if he was lying with his legs open or not - he suddenly felt hard. He gasped when he felt a weight on the cloth that separated himself - and the weight.

 The weight started to move..up..and down..where he had went hard.

"This is...how they do it..in the manga..?"

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!!!!" he screamed.