Willie was pleased with his attitude. He stretched out his long fingers and stroked the butcher's face, his thumb caressing the rough texture of the burlap sack.
He traced the other person's face with his hands, his nimble fingers moving across the mask, tracing the skin and bones beneath his touch.
Throughout this entire process, the butcher did not move an inch.
Willy's hand even went further down, touching his fragile neck and gently pressing on his prominent Adam's apple.
The sudden difficulty in breathing made the butcher slightly part his lips, and his gaze shifted to the slightly cold finger, imagining the moment he would gently bite it.
But the next second, Vili seemed to lose interest in the place, and reached his hand back up under the mask, about to remove it in an instant.
He carefully observed the man's reaction, but the other man allowed him to do as he pleased, and did not stop him even when he wanted to peek at this face that had never been shown to anyone before.
However, just a second before the mask was about to be lifted, Willy suddenly stopped.
It seems quite interesting to keep a little mystery between each other.
Thinking of this, he covered his face and yawned, feeling sleepiness creeping in again.
"I'm going to sleep now, you can leave."
The butcher ignored everything that had been said before, which seemed like golden rules.
Willie was somewhat helpless, but too lazy to argue with him. He rolled over on the bed like a kitten, buried his head in the soft pillow, and spoke in a muffled voice.
"Don't worry... I promise you, I won't leave without saying goodbye again."
But he never imagined that he would later break his promise. Because even if he didn't go out himself, someone else would...
—Kidnap him.
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