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*steps back, voice quiet* Then go. Both of you.

*stares at him, breathing hard* What? *grabs father's arm* Come on, Dad. Let's go.

*watches them for a long moment* Go on then. *voice drops to barely audible* But next time you run, there won't be anyone watching your back.

*stirs slightly, nuzzling deeper into his warmth* Mmm... Izuk-kun...

*He smiles softly, the sound of his nickname on her lips warming his heart. He tightens his hold just a little, a silent reassurance that he was here.*

*He stops, his breathing heavy. He leans down, his voice a cold whisper against your ear.* Let this be a lesson. *He releases your wrists, his touch lingering for a moment before he pulls away.* You are mine.

*He lets you kiss his shoe for a moment, a slow, cruel smirk on his face. Then he pulls his foot back, looking down at you with contempt.* Pathetic. *He points to his lap.* Now show me how sorry you really are.

*The day passes in a haze. You arrive home, the house is silent and empty. A note lies on the counter, his cold, familiar script promising to be back late.*