Best Served Cold

Chapter 31

The cool air touching his cheek was the first thing he noticed before noises filled his hearing. He still felt weak and immobile so it took a lot of energy to even turn his head. He was quite certain he was on a bed because of how soft it felt under him. He blinked and stared at the projector screen that was playing a video. He couldn't see what it was since his vision was still a little blurry but his body twitched unconsciously when he heard voices talking or rather, he heard himself. He was confused at first but then his vision cleared up and he felt himself starting to tremble. How? Why? He tore his gaze away from the screen, slightly flinching when he saw a mirror on the other side. He could see himself laying on a rather huge bed, the projector screen still clear in the mirror. He shut his eyes again and took deep breaths. What was going on?

"Do you like it? It's my gift to you," S's distorted voice filled the air and it sounded loud as if there was an echo but Wooyoung knew it was probably just the effects of being sedated. He still couldn't quite speak as he opened his eyes to find S who stood in front of the bed. If he could curse with his eyes alone, he was probably doing that by now. "It was really difficult to find and a miracle to have even found it."

Wooyoung gulped and tried to move his mouth, parting it slightly to breathe as S climbed onto the bed.

"What do you think? Does it bring back memories?" S asked while stopping once he was hovering over Wooyoung. "Look at how young you and San were and yet..."

Wooyoung didn't want to look at it. He didn't want to be reminded of something he could still remember so vividly. He didn't have to. He shut his eyes but felt a hand squeeze his cheeks tightly, turning his head to look at the screen.

"Look at it I said!" S growled and Wooyoung whimpered, opening his eyes a little as he watched young him plowing into young San. He couldn't control the tears that were already flowing just like he couldn't control his own body. "Does it bring tears of joy to your eyes?"

Wooyoung coughed a little and shut his eyes since it stung with his tears spilling out.

"Open your eyes," S said in a low tone and Wooyoung breathed in before squinting them open. "Keep watching it. Don't stop."

"Nnn... No..," Wooyoung let out soft groans. He didn't want to. His stomach felt twisted and he felt like throwing up again. It hurt but he couldn't throw up since his stomach felt empty and he couldn't move his body so he ended up choking on air. S turned his head to face him and brushed away his tears.

"You are not allowed to leave this room for 7 days. If you attempt to escape, I will personally see to it that you suffer more than what I have in store for you already, do you understand me?"

"No...," Wooyoung whimpered. He really didn't understand why he had to suffer like this. S gripped his cheeks tighter and he grunted softly. "No..."

"I won't give you food and you will sleep when I allow you to. If you try to fight me, I'll put you under constant sedation so if you don't want that , then you'll have to behave."

"Why..."

"Why? Because you've failed."

"Ah?" Wooyoung couldn't understand what S meant but the other didn't give him more time to recover when his clothes were taken from him. He yelped and tried to cover himself but his muscles could barely lift his arms up. He laid there helplessly as S lifted his legs up. The video looped continuously and S waited for it to start again before he held Wooyoung's hand. Immediately, Wooyoung sensed something was wrong. He tried to move his hand away but S leaned down and kissed him. Tongue sliding in between his lips exactly like he had in the video to young San. He groaned and knew what S was trying to do. He was following the video and forcing him to relive the past from San's perspective. San didn't fight back after all and he wasn't able to right now as S kissed his neck and stroked him. He bit down on his lip and tried to stop his groans from escaping when S started to push himself in but didn't have to as he felt S's gloved hand pressed against his mouth and nose exactly like he had to San but instead of smoke and dust, it was the stench of rubber filling his lungs. "Hah-"