killing stalking one shots or smth lol

humiliation

'put this on' sangwoo ordered. it was around 5:43am and he had woken bum up- throwing a bag at him. bum obeyed, opening the back- only to be absolutely shocked by what he saw.
a dress. not just any dress.
a bloody ballgown.
'WHAT?!' he accidentally exclaimed, panicking when he realised he voiced a thought. that was rule number three in a book sangwoo had made.
'what was that?' sangwoo asked.
'n-nothing..!'
'good! now hurry the fuck up'
bum paused. he didn't know how dresses really worked. they looked so poofy and right and confusing. he did what he could before looking at the corset, to which sangwoo came down.
'you'll need help with that'
hw told him to stand facing the wall so sangwoo would tighten and tie the corset. the pain was immeasurable. having broken ribs and wearing a right painful piece of equipment was torturous. especially with sangwoo saying he'll tighten it.
sangwoo stood back and admired his work.
'my my- you look like a princess!' he almost squealed. bum stared at the floor. he felt angry, tired, hurt, humiliated, in pain.
'lighten up princess. your knight in shining armour is here to take you to the ball'
he grabbed bums hands and took him out of the basement, dragging him to the living room like an excited child before pulling bum close to his body.
'can you dance?' he asked. bum stared.
'i said. can you dance?' sangwoo asked, a look of insanity on his features.
'i-i've never tried..' the 'princess' whimpered. he wanted to rest. let his body recover from the non stop beating, sex, abuse. not dance around in a ballgown like a child.
sangwoo was no professional dancer either, but he was better than bum by a merry mile. he pushed yoonbum onto the floor, who landed in the dresses poofiness.
'you're useless!' sangwoo yelled before storming off.
bum curled into himself, he wanted sangwoo to see him as pretty, even if it was for just a moment...