**Trapped in Desperation**

Sangwoo eventually got up, his movements fluid and deliberate, announcing that he would be making dinner. As he turned to leave, his eyes locked onto Jason's, and for a moment, Jason felt a spark of connection. But it was quickly extinguished as Sangwoo's expression turned cold and detached. "I'll be back soon, puppy," he said, his voice devoid of emotion. With that, he left the room, locking the door from the outside, the sound of the lock clicking into place a harsh reminder of Jason's confinement. Jason stayed where he was on the bed for a couple of minutes, his mind reeling with the events that had transpired. The silence was oppressive, and the stillness of the room seemed to suffocate him. As the reality of his situation began to sink in, Jason slowly got up, his eyes scanning the room for anything that could aid in his escape. He checked the dresser, the nightstand, and even the closet, but there was nothing. No sharp objects, no loose wires, no weaknesses in the walls. It was as if Sangwoo had anticipated Jason's attempts to escape and had taken every precaution to prevent it. The realization hit Jason like a ton of bricks. He was trapped. Kidnapped by a stalker who had been watching him, who had taken him from in front of his friends, and who had forced him to wear revealing clothes that made him feel vulnerable and exposed. The room, with its childish decorations and sparse furnishings, seemed to mock him, a constant reminder of his powerlessness. As the weight of his situation bore down on him, Jason curled up on the bed, clutching one of the many stuffed animals in his arms. He sobbed uncontrollably, the tears streaming down his face as he mourned the loss of his freedom. The stuffed animal, a soft teddy bear with a gentle expression, seemed to offer a modicum of comfort, but it was little solace against the crushing despair that had taken hold of Jason's heart. Time lost all meaning as Jason cried, his body shaking with sobs. He was so consumed by his emotions that he didn't even notice the door unlocking and opening, or the sound of Sangwoo's footsteps as he entered the room. It wasn't until he felt a large hand caressing his leg that he jumped, his heart racing with fear. Sangwoo's voice was soft and gentle, a stark contrast to the fear that had taken hold of Jason. "It's okay, puppy. You'll be okay. You'll get used to being here." But Jason couldn't respond. All he could do was sob, the words meaningless in the face of his desperation. Sangwoo continued to caress Jason's leg, his touch gentle and soothing. "Dinner is ready, if you'd like to eat," he said, his voice low and husky. Jason hadn't realized he was hungry until Sangwoo mentioned food, and his stomach growled in response. As he sat up, Sangwoo took it as a silent confirmation that Jason was ready to eat. With a gentle grasp on Jason's hand, Sangwoo pulled him up, his eyes locked onto Jason's as he guided him out of the room.