**Trapped in Luxury**

As they stepped out of the taxi and onto the sidewalk, Shizuo couldn't help but feel a sense of unease wash over him. The fancy hotel loomed before them, its gleaming facade and ornate entrance a stark contrast to the dingy streets they had just left behind. Vanitas, still holding onto Shizuo's hand, led him towards the entrance, his eyes shining with excitement. Inside, the hotel was just as opulent as Shizuo had expected. The lobby was a grand, high-ceilinged space with marble floors and a crystal chandelier that refracted the light into a kaleidoscope of colors. Vanitas navigated the lobby with ease, leading Shizuo to the elevators. As they stepped into the elevator, Vanitas wrapped his arms around Shizuo's waist, pulling him close. Shizuo felt a shiver run down his spine as Vanitas's hands roamed over his body, his touch sending a wave of panic through him. The elevator doors opened on their floor, and Vanitas released Shizuo, leading him down the hallway to their room. He unlocked the door with a keycard, then pushed it open and pulled Shizuo inside. The room was a luxurious space, with a king-sized bed and a sitting area that looked out over the city. Vanitas closed the door behind them, then turned to Shizuo, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Go take your shower," he said, his voice low and husky. "Tonight, I decided I'm not fucking you. I want to wait till we're in my world. I will give you amazing pleasure once we're in my world." Vanitas kissed Shizuo's hand, his lips sending a shiver down Shizuo's spine. Then, he smacked Shizuo's butt hard, making him jump. "Hurry up, and take your shower," Vanitas demanded, his voice firm. "I am sleepy." Shizuo rushed to the bathroom, his heart heavy with foreboding. As he turned on the shower, he caught sight of himself in the mirror, his eyes looking sunken and his skin pale. As he stepped under the warm water, Shizuo's gaze roamed the bathroom, searching for any possible means of escape. That's when he saw it - a window, partially hidden by a curtain. He walked over to it, and pulled back the curtain, but his heart sank as he saw that it was blocked off, sealed shut with metal bars. "Fuck, I hate this man," Shizuo growled angrily, his fists clenched as he stood under the showerhead. The water pounded down on him, but he barely noticed, his mind consumed by his anger and frustration. He was trapped, and he knew it. The realization only fueled his anger, and Shizuo let out a low, menacing growl as he continued to shower, his mind racing with plans of escape.