They pulled into a parking garage. Taiga unbuckled his seatbelt, watching Aoi circle the car and open the side. Taiga bowed to him in response to his mockery, feeling out of control and terrified. Taiga stepped out of the sleek car and walked behind him. He slid into the elevator when it opened, unmoved by the luxury. He'd been in many high-end, luxurious places. He'd fucked actors and internationally known musicians in five-star resorts and elite hotels. Cortez's own apartments were hardly modest or tasteless.<br/><br/>Taiga sat next to Aoi, their legs tight together, smiling at him with his best shy fuck-me smile, perfected as a hooker for the kinds of sadist clients who wanted to take someone apart. It wasn't a true smile or really anything like his authentic smiles, but his face was undeniably beautiful when he looked like that.<br/><br/>He remembered Aoi's reprimands and bobbed his body into a bow. "Thank you, sir," he said demurely. His voice was not real, his smile was not real, but they were very convincing. You would think he was here willingly and hadn't been running like a madman trying to escape this man mere minutes ago.<br/><br/>His mind was racing in circles, attuned to Aoi's every expression and movement, trying to anticipate what he could do to spare himself at least some of this psychopath's cruelty and wrath.