Hallow /WooSan/

- 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 11

⏯️🎶 [Mildred Bailey - It's so peaceful in the country]

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//WOOYOUNG//

The first week I spent here was fun compared to the last two days.
I was glad that there was no mirror in the room, otherwise I would probably be shocked to death to see my face.
I could guess that the corner of my lip is torn. My left cheek is swollen and both of my eyes are black and bruise ring on my neck due to one of his subaltern, trying to suffocate me when i said even a short shrimp hits harder than him.

Aside from the beatings I received each time for not eating,
I was surprised that no one had taken off my clothes yet. What was wrong with these people?

I heard his footsteps approaching.
As always, he sent the gaurds away. They probably had no idea about how psychic their superior was.

I thought if I went on a hunger strike I might feel so bad that they had to get me out of here, but unfortunately my body worked stronger than I thought it would.
He had a basket in his hand. I could smell fresh bread.

"How are you feeling?"

"Fine -cough- sir." My throat was soar and it taste like blood whenever i tried to talk.

He sat on the bed and opened the basket.
"Here. I brought you fresh food instead of apple."

He smelled it. "Hmm...it smells tasty!"

He took one of the loaves towards me.
"Any feel of appetite?"

I didn't answer.

He walked towards me and knelt against me. At least he knew i had no strength to stand up or any other actions.
He took a proper look at my face. It felt like he was trying to devour me with his eyes.

He frowned as he saw my neck.
"Who did this?"

My whole face and body was swallowen and covered in bruises and that was his only issue?

"I can't remember sir." I wasn't looking at him.

He grabbed my face gently and turned it to himself.
He tried to touch the corner of my torn lip but i pulled my head back.
He stood up. Stayed still a bit then walked to bed and came back with a piece of bread in his hand.

"Eat."

The smell of it was driving me insane. I reached for the bread, but he pulled it back.

"Use your mouth only."

This kinky son of a bitch...
I slowly moved my mouth towards the bread, then i bite both bread and his finger. He shouted and held his finger which was bleeding.
I clould taste his blood in my mouth.

"Sir, has anyone told you before? you have such a tasty blood."

What happened afterwards, happened much faster than i could process.
He grabbed my achy neck and pinned me to the wall, punched me several times till one of my teeth fell out and my blood splashed on his face and the white collar of his uniform.

It was funny to me how much ammunition was wasted and how many people were slaughtered when you could drive the leaders of the country to the brink of insanity this easily.
I laughed while gasping;then, everything gone blank.