Kidnap

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He did not like this. Of course, there was nothing that he could do about his current predicament either way, though SeongHwa could feel the reddened skin across his face where that Captain fellow had hit him, knew that it would heal in maybe a few days at worst that did not diminish the pain and hurt that he had felt from it. It had definitely hurt, quite a bit actually considering the man had clearly not held back on the force of his slap. He could be grateful that it was merely a slap, though, and not a punch. Had it been Seonghwa was quite certain that it was more than just warm and sensitively red skin that he would be sporting. He just...He did not know what it was that he had done to anger the Captain. He had tried very hard to be as polite as possible. Though it was obvious that they were not a part of the King's guard they had taken him from the King's guard which definitely meant that they were dangerous, he just did not know what it was that they wanted from him.

To be honest, he had not known what the King wanted from him either though, so he supposed both groups of people could be equally dangerous. It was just...different now. He was not on Land, he had nowhere to go. They were on a boat, probably already having drifted off to sea and who knows where. Seonghwa was stuck here with people who obviously wanted something from him, something that he did not know, and he did not really understand what that was. He doubted that they would tel him either, because naturally things like that did not happen.

He was their hostage, that much was obvious. Though he had been surprised that the Captain had cut his bindings, in a way he supposed it was probably a test. If Seonghwa did not escape, or try to run away, or something, maybe they would not hurt him again? He did not really know what else that he could do. To put it quite frankly he was surprised that they had not killed him already, and he had no idea why it was that they had not done so. It would make sense, perhaps, but they clearly had nothing to do with the King, and so why would they take him if they did not have need of him?

It took a lot of effort to kidnap someone, after all. You had to have the will, the drive, and effort had to be made to do it. Obviously this group of...well whoever else there was, had some use for him, but Seonghwa had no idea what it was. It was not as though he knew any important information, he was not really from a family of notability, and what family he did have was poor, so ransom was definitely out of the question. Sure, he had been flanked by King's guardsman, but one look at him should have easily cued them into the fact that he was nobody special. He had no nobility, his clothes were worn and faded, and obviously of poor make, and he had not a single coin on him. What sort of important person would wander about with not even a cold coin?

SeongHwa wanted to ask them what they intended to do with him, but nobody had come into the room since Captain HongJoong and that other man had left, and SeongHwa knew better than to try and leave himself, the threat of the Captain still rang in his ears. He may not know what the Captain would do should he attempt to disobey, but he doubted that it was anything good, and so he would much prefer to listen, and try not to get kicked in again. He was not sure how much more brutality his body could take. He was already feeling pain in almost every facet of his body. It was awful.

It was the endless time that was really getting to him, more than the pain, more than the shivering cold that agitated his injuries and left him wanting to cry from the lack of warmth. His clothes were practically in tatters, and he had no way to obtain new ones. He had searched all through this under room that they held him in but there was no spare fabrics at all, so SeongHwa had taken to curling up in a ball in the back corner of the room trying to conserve as much heat as was possible, but it was hard, and there was not much that he could do outside of that. The cold still seeped through him, leaving him shivering and sleep deprived. There was no window, no breeze, no light other than the artificial one that hung from the ceiling, the one that Seonghwa barely managed to turn on, and it was dim and flickering, which did not make things much better. He had no idea how long he had been sequestered on this stupid ship, and it was not as though he was served food or water.

His body had taken to conserving as much energy as possible, leaving him lethargic if he tried to move, and dizzy should he try to speak. His vision kept going in and out, and eventually he simply did not have the energy to open his eyes. His body was getting the best of him, and he knew now, that they intended to kill him slowly, and leave his body probably somewhere in the sea, where he would never be found.

He would have cried at the realization...if he had the energy to do so, or the water left in his body to spare...he had neither. He was sure...after a bit...that perhaps it had not been their intention to starve him to death. After all, surely it could not have been too long, Seonghwa had touched the light sting of his cheek to confirm. It was more likely that they had not realized that SeongHwa's diet had been rather strict as of late. He had not been able to eat nearly as much as a normal meal would be for the last...SeongHwa could not really think that far back at the moment, but it had definitely been a while. Likely, his body was just breaking down now that he had starved it for too long. After all, he had spent a good three to four days on no food alone and still managed to have some energy. It was his carelessness, and the lack of water, that was messing with him, particularly since he had not been given much to eat for a while prior. He almost wanted to curse himself for it.

Even if there was nothing that he could have done. What was he to do? Demand more food from his brother? That would get him nowhere, something which they all knew.

Once he could no longer feel the stinging pain of his cheek he knew it had to have been at least two or three days that he had been down in the underpart of the stupid boat, either that or his body had simply stopped being able to feel anything, he was not entirely sure which it was, and he definitely did not want to explore that thought process. When the door opened again, showing in light that was far to bright for his eyes, so bright it pricked his skull like a knife, SeongHwa had lost all energy to do anything. Even then, with the light driving a knife into his skull, he had no energy to turn his head away from it. His body could barely move. He was curled up in the corner, having not moved for at least a good long while. He was not sure.

He could hear the footsteps moving towards him, but the figure was blurry, and he could not make out what, or who it was. All he heard was a disappointed sigh, before his vision went out again.