Part 2
Felix sat on his bunk, turning his back to his cellmate out of fear. He pressed a hand over his mouth to stifle his sobs, crying silently into the thin prison pillow until the fabric was soaked with his tears
"Hey, shut up you bastard" the inmate finally growled from across the cell
Felix only pressed his hand harder, forcing himself into a suffocating silence
The next morning, during yard time, Felix sat listlessly on a bench. This was his eighth day in this hell
"Hey boy, Today it's our turn to scrub the toilets" a burly man who looked to be in his late twenties announced
"W.... What?!" Felix stammered in shock
"You deaf ? Never gotten your hands dirty before?" an older man sneered, stepping closer "Get up"
Felix rose on unsteady legs and the three of them marched towards the restrooms
They entered a tiled room where three other men were already pretending to clean
"Where... where do we start?" Felix asked, his voice small
In response the burly man shoved him violently. Felix's back slammed against the cold wall before he crumpled to the floor
"Ah...! What are you doing?" Felix gasped, pain searing through his spine
"Lock the door" the man commanded.
Terror seized Felix as he watched the men encircle him
Felix's blood ran cold as he watched one of the others slide the bolt shut. The men already inside stopped their work and turned, their expressions shifting from boredom to predatory interest
"W-What are you doing!? Leave me alone!" Felix shouted, scrambling backward
"Let's have a good time, You're so pretty" the ringleader said, running a rough hand over Felix's cheek
"No! Stop! Please, stop!" Felix pleaded, thrashing against their grip
The man responded with a sharp, stinging slap that snapped Felix's head to the side
Then they yanked his pants down around his ankles, their hands groping his bare skin
"Wow, even your dick is pretty" the man leered
"You bastards, stop!" Felix cried, his struggles growing more frantic
Suddenly the door creaked open
"Hey, I thought I said guard the—" the ringleader began but his words died in his throat
"What's going on here?" Hyunjin asked, his tone utterly nonchalant as he leaned against the doorframe
"Nothing! Just a bit of fun" the man said, forcing a nervous smile
"P... Please .... help me" Felix begged, his eyes locking with Hyunjin's through a vale of tears
"Shut up" one of the men grunted, hitting Felix again to silence him
"Please! PLEASE!" Felix cried out, his gaze desperate, pleading with Hyunjin as his last, impossible hope Even though he knew Hyunjin was dangerous, he was the only one who could intervene
Hyunjin's dark eyes flickered over the scene, taking in Felix's disheveled state, his exposed body, his tear-streaked face.
He looked him up and down with a cold, appraising stare
"And why should I help you?" Hyunjin asked, his voice devoid of all emotion
Felix's eyes widened in stunned disbelief, A faint, cruel smirk touched Hyunjin's lips
Then as if he had merely stumbled upon an empty room, he walked past them to a urinal, unzipped his pants and began to relieve himself
"Please, help me!" Felix screamed one last time
But it was too late. The burly man had already unzipped his own pants and forced himself inside Felix
"AHH!" Felix cried out in searing pain, his body going rigid
Hyunjin finished, zipped up his pants, and gave a casual shake. From his position on the floor, Felix still watched him with a sliver of desperate hope even from that distance, he caught a glimpse of Hyunjin's big dick
"Please ... s...stop" Felix whispered, his spirit broken as the assault continued.
Just before the door swung shut, Hyunjin paused. He took one last, long look at Felix a cold, inscrutable glance and then he was gone leaving Felix to his torment
Felix lay on the cold floor for what felt like an eternity. The stone leeched the remaining warmth from his body and the tears on his cheeks had long since dried into salty tracks. His body was a canvas of purpling bruises, making him look like a broken doll discarded in the shadows. Then from the depths of his shattered spirit, a single, raw scream tore itself from his throat a guttural, pained wail that echoed his utter desolation
When the call for the next meal came, he didn't move. He couldn't. Using the last of his strength, he dragged himself back to his cell and curled into a tight ball beneath the thin, rough blanket. His entire frame trembled uncontrollably, a mixture of shock, pain and soul-crushing shame. He was just a boy far too young for the violence he had witnessed and devastatingly unprepared for the violation he had endured
Sometime later his cellmate entered the room. The sound of the door sliding shut made Felix flinch and he instinctively shrank deeper into his meager cover as if he could simply disappear. The man paused, his eyes taking in the huddled, trembling form. In that instant, he understood exactly what had transpired but he offered no words of pity or condemnation. He simply turned away, granting Felix the one thing he could a silent, hollow space to suffer alone
Felix was led into a small stark visitation room. There was no glass partition instead his uncle sat waiting at a simple table. The moment Felix entered, Jun-ho was on his feet
"My boy" he breathed, pulling Felix into a tight, desperate embrace.
They sat down across from each other. Jun-ho's eyes, filled with a mixture of love and anguish, carefully studied his nephew's face. His gaze suddenly fixed on Felix's cheek, and his expression shifted to one of alarm
"Felix" he said, his voice low and serious "Look at me. What are these marks on your face?"
Felix's eyes instantly welled with tears, the shameful memories flooding back. He bit his trembling lower lip, forcing a fragile smile "It's nothing Uncle. You know how it is in here... fights happen sometimes"
Jun-ho's face darkened with understanding and fury but he swallowed his anger speaking with controlled calm "Alright, my son Just... please try to stay out of trouble. Keep your head down"
"Is there any news?" Felix asked, his voice a thin whisper of hope
His uncle's shoulders slumped, his expression becoming deeply troubled. He leaned forward, clasping his hands on the table "Unfortunately, we still don't have any concrete evidence to prove your innocence. The case... all the physical evidence is still completely against you"
A silent sob shook Felix's shoulders as tears began to stream freely down his cheeks. "Uncle..." he whispered, his voice breaking. "No matter what they say... Do you... do you yourself believe I could have done it?
Lee Jun-ho reached across the table, gripping Felix's hands tightly. His eyes burned with fierce conviction "What are you saying? Of course not! You are innocent Felix. I know it with every fiber of my being and I will not stop until I prove it to everyone"
"I couldn't even... I couldn't even attend their funeral" Felix choked out, the pain of this fresh wave of grief overwhelming him as more tears fell
Immediately Jun-ho stood up and moved to sit in the empty chair beside his nephew. He wrapped a firm, comforting arm around Felix's shaking shoulders "Shhh, my son" he murmured, his own eyes glistening "I am here. I will not abandon you. We will get through this"