killing me softly (oh sangwoo x female reader fanfiction)

chapter 8

VICTORIA'S POV
It has been two days since Sangwoo took me out of the basement. Two days in which I feel that I should have been dead at first place. Those two days Sangwoo wakes me up early in the morning, so I make breakfast for him while he gets ready for work. Then as much as I can move with that chair I clean the house. I accidentally broke a plate and he punched me hard. He said that I would be punished every time I do mistakes. I try to be as careful as possible. Every day he asks me if I love him, which makes me feel sometimes insecure, I do love him, but does he love me? If only he does truly love me and starts treat me lovely like he did before.

So today it wasn't the same though. Sangwoo woke me up to make him breakfast, but this time he said that he would supervise me.
I got dressed and washed my face, I was shocked, looking at my face, the bruises, I wanted to cry looking at me and then knowing that Sangwoo would be there waiting for me to do a mistake. The previous days he was bringing food at home, today I would be the one to cook. I am trembling in the thought of it, I have never ever cooked before and I have to tell this to Sangwoo, otherwise I don't want to know how he will react and treat me. I was waiting for him to return from the market. I was in the kitchen sitting on this chair with wheels, it was so boring doing nothing, I ate some chocolates I found, I hope he won't mind. Once I heard the door, I was so happy and relieved. To be honest it scared me staying here alone without him. I heard him calling my name and I replied happily that I was in the kitchen where he left me. He smiled at me as he entered the kitchen, he bought some stuff for the house and he gave me a book with recipes, it was in English.
"This includes various recipes, it will help you with cooking. So these are the ingredients. Now start."
I remained silent and Sangwoo went upstairs to change clothes and wash his hands. In the meantime I took all the ingredients out of the bags. I felt I was about to pass out, I really have no idea how to start or what to do. Everything was always ready for me, we had staff to serve us in the houses we were, but now...
Sangwoo returned to the kitchen and looked down on me.
"Why does it take you so long? Is there something wrong?"
What could be wrong, I have never cooked before and he could beat me to death if I fail in cooking.
"I am a bit confused, is there something specific you would like to eat?" I had to gain some time, of course I already know that he will be furious, however I had to do something. Sangwoo stared at me coldly and he showed me some Italian food, he said that it was easy. So basically this book, as he told me, had recipes from various countries and he brought pasta and vegetables. Maybe he wanted me to begin with the easiest recipes, which is good. I started washing the vegetables kinda slowly. While doing that, he was sitting in the chair watching at me. What scares me the most is to do a mistake. I was so absurd and lost into my thoughts that when I put some plates out, I broke another one, my eyes widened looking at the plate down, I felt my eyes burning and tears ready to fall down to my cheeks. I wanted to look at Sangwoo, who would slap me for destroying his kitchen and plates every time. That slap won't be late.
"You're so useless Victoria."
I was to cry hearing this, he was right, I am useless when he wants me to do things I have never done before, it hurts. He stood up and approached me, standing some steps away from me. He spread his hand and patted my head.
"However it's not entirely your fault, you're a rich kid after all." He stood behind me and lowered himself bringing his face close to mine, I stared at him in his eyes. His deep voice scared me.
"But no more." I was trembling. He kissed my forehead, which I loved and made me feel safe.
"So shall we cook together, okay?" I nodded yes with a tiny happy smile bring formed on my face.
Sangwoo said that he would teach me how to cook and that by time passing I would be very good at cooking, which I hoped so, in order to avoid punishments. Even though Sangwoo is a cunning clever man, he would definitely come up with something to make me fail. Our cooking time together was so precious and special to me, Sangwoo was nice to me as well, no matter how much he abused me the last days, I still love him and care about him and I want to be with him.
Once the food was ready, Sangwoo said hat he would place the portions in the plates. I moved to the table waiting for him.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"You're not going to eat there."
"Where am I supposed to eat?" What was I meant to say, what did he mean anyway ? Sangwoo told me to wait leaving this room, directing to the storage. In the meantime I noticed the dishes, I so wanted to eat, the first time I cooked with my beloved one. The latter appeared in front of me holding a small old wooden table in his hands, I raised my eyebrows, looking at it with curiosity on my gaze. Sangwoo placed it down next to the actual table of the kitchen.
"This is where you will eat from now on."
"Is this a jo..." no he would slap me again if I say so, I have lost the count of slaps anyway.
"What?" He asked me coldly.
"Why there?"
"This is where I was eating my food as a little child." He spoke no further and took me down of the chair putting me down to sit on the floor. He gave me the plate with the pasta and the vegetables. He was actually sitting next to me on the big table, looking down on me as usual. I was feeling so uncomfortable with this, him staring at me while we both eat. We didn't exchange a lot of words, he just happened to remind me that in fourteen days, it would be Christmas. Why did he have to do it though? I will never be able to go to the church again, I will never celebrate Christmas nor decorate my place or celebrate Easter, going for Easter Egg hunting. I just nodded saying yes.
After we finished the lunch, I washed the dishes under his supervision and thankfully I didn't break anything.
Later that day Sangwoo and I were in the living room where we were watching a film together. It was a romantic science fiction film titled The Passengers with Jennifer Lawrence and Chris Pratt in the protaginsitic roles. I am not into romantic films actually, I prefer types of high fantasy like Harry Potter and the Lord of the Rings, the Hobbit. However this film was really so wonderful, I enjoyed it.
"Ah I didn't like the end."
"Why not?" Sangwoo asked me with curiosity on his face
"Well it was actually good, but the fact that they died in the end wasn't good."
"You'd prefer a happy ending?"
"Kinda yes, even if they were happy together."
"Still they offered a beautiful place to the rest of the passengers."
"You're right."
Sangwoo stood up and turned his laptop off. I looked at him. He sat down next to me. I so wanted to cuddle with him. But Sangwoo suddenly took his shirt off and I saw that he was a bit hard. I don't think that I wanted to have sex.
"Sangwoo?"
"Take your t-shirt off now."