The grip tightened around Jian's jaw, but still he kept his eyes trained on the closed white door. Always unlocked, whenever one of Lucia's clients was in the room. If only Jian’s wrists and ankles weren't bound to the bed. If only he wasn't drugged out of his mind half the time. If only there was actually anywhere to go outside of that door, and not just a maze of dim hallways and empty apartment units, only some of them unlocked, and only in the same fashion as his was now.
Jian's arms strained against the rough rope that this client had chosen. He'd have four rings of awful blisters in a few hours, but right now his limbs only whined at the restricted movement. And just ten feet away was that unlocked door, leading to nothing and everything all at once.
Jian was too exhausted to make it easier for himself. The client wrenched his jaw forward, but Jian's eyes were stuck on the door. He'd been here before. Nothing had changed.