Smoke Me.

Chapter 49: Look

AN: Hi Smokers! Been what? Two or three days? But I am back with a new chapter. I didn't mean to leave you all hanging, I've been feeling a bit under the weather and I have no idea why I got this fatigue going on but I will be trying to post tomorrow as well. That being said, I am not making a solid promise cause today I just... powered through, and please, no one should feel guilty or anything. I want to get these to you as soon as possible. I want to write it; I want to read your guy's comments and keep posting. I am in no way complaining, or giving excuses, I am just telling you why I left you hanging on such a high note cause I, as a reader myself, would've hated that lol. I might also have to edit this chapter a bit more later, if you find a mistake, make it fly out the window. Boring stuff aside, here's the new chapter:

All I can see is nothing. And the nothing sees me.

"What? No. I'm having fun here. What are you on about dimwit?"

'Where is he?' I thought.

"Soon, not so soon, whadya tell you?... Who cares? Let him eat that shit."

'On the chair or the bed? By the door?'

"Strain the pulp or whatever it's called... Look, I'm a busy man here."

'... I don't want him to notice I'm awake.'

"I SAID I'M BUSY! Take your pussy ass shit problems to someone else!"
'The left side... left is louder...'

And then the silence embraced me for a full minute.

"Wake the fuck up already!"

He grabbed ahold of my hair to force my head up and then proceeded to try and pry the one good eye open. So, I gave in.

And showed him that I'm awake.

"Finally. Did you have a good dream or some shit?"

'No.'

Slow, tempered slaps across the cheeks.

"Answer me when I am talking to you."

Had me saying the most submissive: "No." of my life.

And the phone rang for the tenth time that day. And I was grateful. So grateful that I could barely contain it.

"What the hell do they want now?"
Hanging by a literal thread, suspended on bars that were screwed to the wall in his dorm room that I didn't think twice about before since it looked like an outwear hanger. A harmless piece of wood. But it turned out that this piece of metal was improvised support for the ropes that were now binding my arms and legs tightly. Like a torture device.

And the pain wouldn't go away until I'd probably be dead.

"Hello?"
He liked to slap me across the face. But didn't bother injuring me much yet. Since he's never kept someone for himself for so long, I figured that mentally torturing me was a new kind of fun that his cousin has never allowed him to have. And which, from what I was hearing was the type of fun that Jay shouldn't risk since someone might call the cops and they'll search around the dorm rooms for the missing person I was.

But the doubt was there since all of my friends were junkies. Therefore, calling the cops, unless I was gone for months, which would be too late, was not something they'd risk either.

'Just like I couldn't risk calling for Namjoon.' That's what I told myself every time Jay bragged about the guys not looking concerned.

"I'm turning off my phone now. Do you hear me?! Fucking ass."

He kept threatening that, but he only ever hung up. And if I knew that after two days of spending time with him, so did everyone else who ever called him.