We're Made for Each Other [Killing Stalking]

3

"~" Stands For Time Skip

Warning ⚠️: Mentions of Abuse, Sexual Themes, Slight Mentions of Self-Inflicting Scars

Chapter 3: Failed Attempt

~Two Weeks Later~

It's been the same routine over and over. I help out Yoonbum with housework all day while Sangwoo either watches or goes into the basement.

When dinner time comes around we eat together except Yoonbum and I sit at a small table and Sangwoo sits at the bigger one. It's even more demeaning since we can't even look up at him.

Once all is done we're sent back down to the basement to sleep. And the routine continues.

Today, however, Sangwoo asks us to clean out the cabinet in the bathroom.

"Ugh, how long has he kept this stuff...?" I whine out picking up stuff with the tips of my fingers, disgusted. I know I have no right to complain with the way I'm living now, but it's still gross.

Yoonbum chuckles lightly nudging me with his shoulder a bit. "It's not all bad Liza...Everything is just a bit dusty is all."

I whip my head so hard I almost had whiplash. "A bit dusty?! It seems like this stuff has been here for years! If he wanted a maid he could have just said that. Talking about 'mother and wife'..." I grumble, annoyed that we have to clean this up just to get abused in return.

Yoonbum again laughs. "What happened to 'thinking about the bright side'? Hm~?"

I roll my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest causing them to poke out more catching someone's attention. "That was before we were being beaten for every minor mistake. It's like if we breath wrong there's a problem," I sigh and scratch my head irritated, "Let's just get back to work."

He rubs my back in comfort before emptying out the last box. Old Q tips and a big bottle of rat poison fell out.

Yoonbum immediately picks it up and smiles.

"Don't even think about it." I say quickly, reaching over to try and take it from him.

He pulls his hand back before I could touch it though. "Come on Liza...! This is our chance."

I shake my head no, the thought never even crossing my mind. "Nope. He would kill us if he ever found out. And what happens if he makes us try it first? What if he planted this and we're taking the bait? What if he decides to kill one of us off because of this? What if-" I feel a pair of lips against mine keeping me from saying anything else.