Chapter 40

Warren hums a cheerful tune as he approaches his bedroom, his footsteps soft on the carpeted floor. He slowly opens the door and enters, greeted by the sight of the broken mirror, messy bed, and things on the floor messy and a blood on the ground.

Warren smirked as he looked at Dan, his bloodied hands and messy hair.He couldn't help but chuckle as he surveyed the scene before him, the sight of Dan sleeping on the floor with bloody hands and his usual order turned into chaos.

He slowly approached Dan and knelt down beside him, carefully touching his cheek and gently rubbing it with his thumb. A smile tugged at the corner of Warren's lips as he observed the peaceful expression on Dan's face despite the circumstances.

Warren leaned in closer, his voice a soft whisper, "Hey, sleepyhead."

Dan stirred slightly, his eyelids fluttering open to reveal his tired eyes. He squinted, his gaze shifting as he tried to focus on who was in front of him.

"Bastard. Let me go. " He mumbled, his voice rough with sleep.

Warren chuckled, a mix of affection and amusement in his gaze.

"And why would I do that? You look so... comfortable down there." He teased, his hand still gently touching Dan's cheek.

Dan grumbled, attempting to swat Warren's hand away.

"Yeah, lying on a cold, hard floor surrounded by broken glass and chained like a dog. Very comfortable, thanks." He retorted, his words laced with sarcasm.

Warren chuckled again, enjoying Dan's grumpy expression and sarcastic comment. He moved his hand at the chain around Dan's neck. His eyes gleamed with a hint of possessiveness, his fingers tracing the cold metal of the chain.

"Quite the rebellious captive, aren't you?" He teased again, his voice low and sultry. "And yet, here you are, chained like a disobedient pet."

Warren's smirk grows wider as he gazes at Dan, his fingers still tracing the chain around his neck. He leans in closer, his warm breath whispering against Dan's lips. "You know, as your captor, it's my duty to ensure you behave."

Dan's eyes flash with anger, but his voice remains low, "Oh, is that so? And what happens if I don't behave, hmm? Will you punish me further? Other than Sex." Dan's breath hitched slightly as Warren leaned in close.

Warren's grin turns predatory. "Oh, Dan... always so eager for more. But no, punishment might not always be so... pleasurable." His hand moves from the chain to Dan's chin, tilting his face up.

Dan's eyes narrow at Warren's touch. "Pleasurable? I think you're enjoying this a bit too much." He jerks his head away from Warren's hand. "What is it you want from me, Warren? Why keep me here like this?"

Warren's grin fades, his expression turning serious. "I won't lie, seeing you like this, bound and at my mercy, does bring me satisfaction," He admitted, his gaze intense. "But it's not just about my enjoyment. It's about…"

Warren pauses, as if debating how much to reveal. He stands up abruptly, breaking the tense moment. "For now, let's get you cleaned up. You're a mess."

Dan scoffs, trying to sit up despite his chain. "And who's fault is that? You expect me to clean myself up in this state?" He looks around at the chaotic room, his bloody hands trembling slightly as he tries to push himself into a sitting position.

Warren smirks condescendingly at Dan's struggle. "Well, you did make quite a mess. But don't worry, I'll clean you up," he says, turning towards the en-suite bathroom. "You stay here. Wouldn't want you cutting yourself on the broken glass."

Dan glares at Warren's back, frustration evident on his face. "How kind of you," he mutters sarcastically. He looks down at his bloodied hands, his brows furrowing in anger. "And how exactly do you plan on cleaning me up without unchaining me?"

Warren returns from the bathroom with a wet washcloth and a towel, ignoring Dan's question for a moment. He squats down beside him, his touch gentle yet firm as he starts to clean Dan's hands.

"As for the chain," Warren says conversationally, as if discussing the weather, "I'll manage. You just need to stay still and let me take care of you." His eyes meet Dan's, a silent challenge in them.

Dan's jaw clenches, but he stays still, his eyes locked with Warren's. "I don't need you to take care of me," he grits out. "And I hate being chained like this." Warren just smiles calmly, continuing to clean Dan's hands.

"You're right, you don't need me to take care of you," Warren agrees, his voice soft. "But you are my captive, and I decide what you need. And right now, you need to be cleaned up." He wipes the blood off Dan's wrists, his touch gentle.

Dan hisses through his teeth, his expression contorted with anger and helplessness. "You enjoy this, don't you? Having power over me?" Warren pauses, his gaze unreadable. "Yes," he admits quietly. "But it's not just about power, Dan."

Dan laughs bitterly. "Then what is it about, Warren? What's your endgame here? Why are you going through all this trouble? Keeping me chained up like a pet for your amusement?" Warren's jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. "No. It's... complicated." He continues cleaning Dan's hands, his touch gentler.

Dan watches Warren's face intently, his expression unreadable. "Complicated," he echoes mockingly. "You know what? I don't care. I don't care about your reasons or your feelings. All I want is to get out of here."

Warren's hand stills, his eyes flashing with something unreadable. "Get out of here?" he repeats softly, dangerously. "Oh, Dan. You misunderstand the situation. You belong to me now." He resumes cleaning, his touch now almost clinical.

Dan's anger boils over, his voice rising. "Belong to you? You think chaining me up and cleaning me like a doll makes me your property?" He struggles against the chain, but it holds firm. Warren looks up at him, his expression cold.

Warren's expression hardens, his voice dropping to a dangerously low tone. "Stop struggling, Dan. You're just going to hurt yourself further." He grips Dan's chin firmly, forcing him to meet his gaze. "And yes, as long as you're chained, you belong to me."

Dan's eyes flash with defiance, but he stops struggling, his gaze locked with Warren's. "I'll never belong to you," he spits out, his voice shaking with anger and fear. Warren's grip on his chin tightens, his thumb pressing against Dan's jawbone.

"You already do," Warren says, his voice cold and final. He releases Dan's chin, standing up and walking over to the bathroom. He returns with a small, sterile kit, setting it on the floor beside Dan. "Now, let's finish cleaning you up."

Dan watches Warren warily, rubbing his chin where Warren had gripped it. He hesitates before speaking, "You're going to unchain me to do that?" Warren nods, unbuckling the chain from the bedpost.

Warren kneels down, grabbing Dan's wrist firmly. "Hold still," he commands. He starts cleaning the cuts on Dan's hands, his touch clinical but not rough. Dan flinches but doesn't pull away, his eyes never leaving Warren's face. "You know," Warren says conversationally,

"I've been thinking about how to make our little arrangement more... comfortable for both of us." He finishes cleaning Dan's hands and moves on to his wrists, wrapping them gently in bandages.

Dan watches "Unchain me then." He replied.

Warren chuckles softly as he finishes wrapping the bandages. "If I unchain you, you'll just run away," he says, standing up and looking down at Dan. "And I can't have that. You're much too valuable to me as my captive."

Dan's face contorts with anger and frustration. "Then what do you propose? You keep me chained up like an animal, but you want me to be 'comfortable'? That makes no sense!"

Warren crosses his arms over his chest, considering Dan thoughtfully. "I could move you to a more comfortable room, perhaps. With a real bed, and a TV, books... things to keep you occupied." He pauses, tilting his head to the side. "In exchange for good behavior, of course."

Dan scoffs, "A gilded cage is still a cage. And what constitutes 'good behavior' in your eyes, Warren? Lying here and letting you tend to me like an invalid? Pretending to enjoy being your prisoner?" He leans back against the wall, his expression sulky.

Warren's expression softens slightly, a hint of vulnerability flashing in his eyes. "I just want you to... cooperate, Dan. Not fight me at every turn. If you can do that, I promise your situation will improve." He uncrosses his arms, running a hand through his hair.

Dan watches Warren's expression with curiosity, noting the hint of vulnerability. He decides to press his advantage. "And what about your 'arrangement'? What exactly do you plan to do with me once you've made me comfortable?" he asks, his voice careful. Warren's eyes flicker back to Dan, his expression closing off once more.

Warren could lean in close, his voice dropping to a near whisper as he confesses, "I want to break you, Dan. I want to shatter that defiant spirit of yours and rebuild it in my image. I want you to look at me and see your master, your everything." He smiled.