**Trapped in Desire**

As Shizuo lay there, he couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over him when Vanitas's words echoed in his mind, "Don't worry, love, I'm not fucking you tonight." But that relief was short-lived, as Vanitas's grip on him tightened, and he pulled Shizuo closer to the bed. Shizuo's heart sank as he realized he was still trapped, and Vanitas's intentions were far from pure. Vanitas wrapped his arm around Shizuo's waist, holding him in place as he slid one hand down to Shizuo's buttocks. Shizuo felt a surge of panic and disgust as Vanitas's hand made contact with his skin, and he couldn't help but shudder at the thought of being touched. Vanitas's eyes seemed to gleam with excitement as he groped Shizuo, his voice low and husky as he whispered, "You so beautiful, such a perfect ass, any man gay or straight will gain desire and passion when it comes to you." Shizuo's face burned with shame and anger as he realized the extent of Vanitas's perversion. He tried to push him away, but Vanitas only held him tighter, his grip like a vice. Shizuo felt a wave of despair wash over him as he realized he was completely at Vanitas's mercy. As Vanitas's lips brushed against Shizuo's neck, sending shivers down his spine, Shizuo couldn't help but think of his own situation. He was trapped, and Vanitas seemed to take pleasure in his discomfort. Shizuo's mind reeled with thoughts of escape, but his body seemed rooted to the spot, unable to move or escape Vanitas's grasp. Vanitas's kisses were soft and gentle, but they only seemed to heighten Shizuo's sense of unease. He felt like he was walking on thin ice, and one wrong move could spell disaster. As Vanitas's breathing grew slower, and his grip on Shizuo relaxed, Shizuo realized with a start that he was falling asleep. Shizuo lay there, seething with anger and frustration, as Vanitas's words echoed in his mind, "Any man, gay or straight, will gain desire and passion when it comes to you." He felt like he was going to be sick, his stomach churning with anxiety and disgust. As Vanitas's body relaxed, and he began to snore softly, Shizuo let out a silent sigh of relief. He was grateful that Vanitas had finally fallen asleep, but he knew he couldn't stay there for long. His mind racing, he thought to himself, "This damn perverted man, I hope the damn flea can help me tomorrow." The words were a silent prayer, a desperate hope that he would find a way to escape tomorrow. For now, Shizuo lay still, trying not to move or make any sudden noises that might wake Vanitas. He knew he had to bide his time, wait for the perfect moment to make his escape, and hope that tomorrow would bring a new set of opportunities. As he lay there, he couldn't shake off the feeling that he was running out of time, and that Vanitas's intentions were far from pure.