Lance walked over to me as Osamu ushered Marcy out the front door, me staying behind with Lance.

With pursed lips and a worried look, I peered down at Lance.

He drew in a short breath, his chilly eyes never ever wavering as they do. You'd think that after almost four months, I'd be used to them by now, but no. He gripped my chin with his deathly cold fingers.

As I fearfully looked down at him, I could feel my heart pound out of my chest like a drum. God, I couldn't stand that feeling. I swallowed.

"Knees." he commanded.

I nodded shallowly, licking my lips as I doubled down to my knees and rested on my calves. I kept my eyes on him the whole time, waiting for further instruction.

"You'll be a good boy." he stamped onto me.

I nodded quickly. "Yessir, I promise."

His eyes shifted between both of mine for a split second, almost like he was searching for something. "..Such a peculiar thing you are. You could easily crush me, overpower me and then run away, and yet you don't. You never do, no matter how far I push you.. I can't rightly tell why either. Is it fear? Pleasure? The structure I give you? The stress? Do you enjoy it here? Are you waiting for something? Do you have a lack of will??"

I just looked up at him and blinked.

..Am I supposed to answer...?

"Regardless, Sai..." he started back up, pressing his index finger on my lips to which I opened my mouth for him. "..I plan on opening you up and exploring all of your secrets and mysteries, sooner or later, willingly or not." he promised as he played with my writhing, slithery tongue.

I let out a small hum of acknowledgement, closing my mouth to suck on his finger.

With a smirk, he snaked his his slender finger out to wipe my saliva off on my cheek before lightly slapping me. "Good boy. Now stand your whore-self up and follow me out."

I nodded and got up, feeling the slightly red spot where he slapped my cheek.

I, like Marcy, was ushered out of the front door, the Lance turned me around to face him and the house. "Now don't move a muscle while I lock the door."

I nodded absentmindedly, just looking around at the brand new scenery around me. I swear it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Never had I been so happy to see, feel and smell the rain and muck and humidity.

I was under the front porch. To my left was an outdoor sofa under the long window which was also the same window in the living room that I could never touch the curtains to. Beyond said sofa was another one just like it, just on a different angle facing me. Between the two sofas was a long, glass coffee table with a pretty, magenta orchid perched on it, snug in it's pretty little pot.

There was a three foot tall wall dividing the porch from the wilderness. Built into it was a garden filled with grasses and dornment flowers which weren't in bloom yet since it was only February. The pot was a little wider than the length of the roof so that some of the water that flowed down the slanted roof could drip into the flowers.

Past the porch was Lance's front yard which was a bit.. bland, to be perfectly honest. It was barren with one big spruce tree and grasses here and there. There wasn't a fence, for there wasn't a house in sight either way, left or right. There was a path of cobblestones leading from the porch to the semi circle driveway where the car was parked. Nothing remarkable about the car. It was a BMW, I believe a 733i. Just a luxury car that was all the rage.

When Lance turned around and told me to walk to the car, I was actually quite startled since I was in my own world.

"Oh.. Yessir." I muttered, scampering off down the cobblestone path, Lance trailing close behind.

I opened the back door, hopping in the car. My knees bounced in anticipation.

Lance got in the passenger's seat in front of me. "Quickly now." he urged Osamu who was in the driver's.

"You're the one who lagged behind~" Osamu teased as he drove off.

Lance just rolled his eyes and sighed, looking out of his window as I watched him. Wow, this was a really nice angle of Lance. He seemed so.. gentle from this angle.

As we sped down the lonely, two lane road, it was only then that I realized that I was actually in the middle of no where. No landmarks. No houses. Nothing. Not a thing but trees. It was honestly a bit unnerving. I hadn't seen a wood that thick since the 1830s.

Where in the hell is this?

..Where am I...?