Meng Yao's body was beyond exhausted. His arms had lost a lot of their feeling in the past hour and he was feeling weak from lack of water. The aircon didn't quite reach the torture room so he was sweating too, making it twice as uncomfortable. He had a long time to stew on his regrets and mistakes. He knew he had panicked and fucked up, but that didn't solve anything now, did it?

He heard the door slam and two sets of footsteps. Hear the moans and the movement. He closed his eyes, frustrated and heart-broken.