A/N: so its kinda short and took a bit to upload but… here ya go luv's

No stop! Let go!

Mr. Knox. Time for your medicine.

Panicked breathes repeating. Bruises from last night's meal stinging as he tried to sit up

That doctor again? Maybe not, he'd been gone for a few days now… but still Ronald wondered if he'd come back, he'd stayed for so long. Why would he give up now? In fact why had he tried at all, he couldn't understand surely a doctor working in this torture hut couldn't be after what he had once been, he wasn't driven by that it was something else.

"Don't want 'em!"

"Now please Mr. Knox."

"Said no."

He felt his eyes suddenly grow wide, smooth strong hands tilting up his chin, squeezing just enough to make his mouth open the slightest bit. Pills stuck into his mouth. This wasn't that doctor, he was different. He swallowed slowly, growling the slightest bit and retreating back to the corner he so loved to hide in.

"I want Doctor Spears…"

"He's not here."

Huh? Where was he? He had begun to feel something of an attachment to the old doctor, but as usual, when something finally felt a bit right in his life it had gone away, as much as he had pretended to resent that someone was finally showing him some care, he didn't.

He craved it.

Fed off it.

He needed it, after all if he didn't want love then he wouldn't be in here in the first place. He couldn't take much this, the bit of leash Mr. Spears had given Ronald made this rough and forceful abuse intolerable, unbearable even, the thought of living his life in this cage the way he had before wasn't one he was going to accept. the hollow shell he saw in the mirror had gained a cause, a reason to live and boy did he want to grasp it again, feel its warmth in his hands, some part of him told him it was crazy, but if Ronald Knox wasn't crazy, then what did he have at all? Now that he'd tasted something sweet, death and dark couldn't be what he craved anymore, but he knew a certain dark haired man who would more then suffice.