out of the woods [yeonjun x reader]

chapter 7: beg

I lose track of time.
It's been hours, I know that much.
The door hasn't reopened since Yunho left me in here. My only company has been the deafening sound of the faucet dripping.
My chin remains nestled between my knees, my head still throbbing from my earlier crying.
It's been dead silence until I suddenly hear loud voices moving closer and closer to the door.
Loud, angry voices.
Arguing voices.
Familiar voices.
My eyes widen as a sick feeling in my stomach alerts my brain that the vehement tone reaching my ears can only belong to one man. Yeonjun.
I quickly scoot back into the nearest corner and brace my back against the wall just as the door flies open.
"Get out of my face, Lee!" Yeonjun huffs at the man behind him as he swiftly steps down into the room. "I know what I'm doing."
I briefly recognize the other male as the doctor from the back of the van. Minho, I think was his name.
But that's the last thing on my mind as Yeonjun crosses the floor to me in a second and has no hesitation in grabbing a fistful of hair at the back of my head.
"Boss, I'm just saying maybe we should wait until she's more rested, better adjusted—" I hear Minho attempt to reason with him just the slightest bit underneath my shrieking.
"Shut up!" Yeonjun yanks at my hair, forcing my head back and I feel tears start to brim all over again.
"Boss—"
"Get out." Yeonjun snaps, clearly addressing Minho—but his dark, piercing eyes never leave me.
Minho mutters something under his breath that I can't quite make out before turning to leave.
"And shut that door behind you." Yeonjun commands.
A lump lodges in my throat, inhibiting my ability to breathe.
Yeonjun's hold doesn't relent and so I'm looking directly into his eyes as I hear retreating footsteps and then the distinct sound of a door clicking shut.
My lower lip quivers and for a second, Yeonjun just stares at me, emotionlessly.
Then:
"Y/n."
He says my name, calmly. Almost too calmly.
I feel my entire body physically begin to shake.
He seems to notice too as he lifts a hand to run the back of his fingers over my bare upper arm.
His lips twist into a perfect smirk as his left hand grips deeper into my locks.
"You're shaking."
That only makes it worse and goosebumps spring up all over, born out of sheer fear.
He chuckles almost callously, looking me over. "Are you scared of me? Hmm, y/n?"
I don't answer.
"No?" He replies for me, I suppose. "Are you sure?"
He delivers a sharp tug to my hair, eliciting a reactionary whimper out of me.
"How about I tell you everything I'm going to do to you? Would you like that?"
"Stop." I whisper in a wavering voice.
"Use some manners and maybe I will." He states matter of factly.
"Please." I painstakingly add.
"Beg."
I have no choice but to look directly at him, yet I make the decision to slant my eyebrows at him.
"Never."
"Oh?" He lifts a brow. "Maybe not yet. But don't say never, y/n. We're just getting to know each other."
My stomach feels like its turned itself inside out at the glint in his eyes.
"You got a family, y/n? Any pets? A boyfriend, maybe?" He feigns curiosity as his grip on my hair slowly loosens.
"N-no." I tell him the truth. "I don't have anyone."
"No one? Really?"
He seems almost surprised by this and the surprise is immediately reciprocated as he lowers himself down on the floor next to me.
"No one at all." I respond definitively. "So, good luck trying to harm someone to get to me."
He laughs in response, apparently extremely amused by my weak attempt at sass.
"Cute. The only one that's going to suffer the consequences of your actions, is you. I just want to make sure no one will come looking for your body when I'm done."
A chill settles in my chest like someone just wedged a frigid ice cube into the deepest center of my heart.
"Aw. Not so confident anymore, are we?" He chucks the underside of my chin, which I immediately turn out of his touch.
"Ya, this is good news for me."
I avoid making much eye contact with him, trying my best to be as small and insignificant as possible so he'll leave me alone.
"Do you know why, y/n?" He asks, and I know he'll stop at nothing to elicit an answer from me.
"Why?" I ask hollowly just to save myself another hair yanking, floor dragging ordeal.
"Because if no one's going to come looking," he pauses to lean in and presses his lips right by ear before continuing in a heated whisper, "then I can have my way with you."
My body turns rigid at his words and he immediately pulls away, clearly basking in my terrified response.
"I promise...if you don't give me what I want— I will make your life a living hell. You'll never know peace at my hands, only pain." He looks at me with an intensity driven by an emotion I can't place. "Over and over, every day, all night. Hurt that you can't imagine. And then, you'll beg me."
Through this, I don't utter a single word.
All I can do is stare directly at him, not seeing a single sign of a soul underneath his skin.
"You'll beg me to stop, and I won't. And then," he lifts two casual fingers to tuck a loose strand of my hair out of my face.
"You'll beg me to put you out of your misery. And I won't."
He stands straight up to his feet again, looking dismissively down at me. "Think about that, dream about it. If you don't have some memory come back to you—or anything for me tomorrow, something that'll help send this murderer to hell—you'll pay the price."
I swallow hard, knowing I have no recollection. Nothing I can offer to satisfy him.
"Don't force my hand, y/n." He strolls to the door, glancing over his shoulder with a grim expression. "I always keep my promises."