Hellscape High

Anything for you

⚠️ (&very long chapter)

Of course things couldn't last.

It was may and it was hot. Every single student was going crazy with the insane amounts of tests they were supposed to be dealing with while not dying from a heat stroke.

Jisung could barely fucking sleep at that point. The stress had gotten so hard to deal with that he had been prescribed some heavy sleeping pills which now sat comfortably next to their repackaged addys, just in case someone came and checked.

That night Ji had decided to yell a big <<fuck you>> to his books and had invited Min over instead.
When they were with her boyfriend, sleeping was a lot easier both for his calming presence and the exhaustion that came with surviving sex with him.

Well stress must be relieved somehow...

He thought.

They just had to go buy something for dinner and then...she'd be ready.

As they came back a soft drizzle started falling and Ji was entranced by it just enough not to notice that the figure was following them.

He looked at their watch just before opening the door...

Allright... The others should be out by now and Min gets here in 10 minutes. Nice.

They got in and let the door go, knowing it would close by itself.

But the clack never came.

What came instead was a chilling silence as Ji felt a cold drop of sweat roll down their back.

Someone's inside.

"....Min?" she asked, hopeful.

"No, not Min. Remember me?"

The voice was familiar...so familiar and yet Ji couldn't pinpoint it.

But when the figure shook off his dark hood they recognized him.
The guy she had rejected at Hwa's party. The guy who had been wrecked and humiliated by Min in front of everyone.

"I don't suppose you do. You're a self centered bitch after all. But I remember you well, queen bee. Stopped being a manwhore huh? Minho's dick is that good? Or are you just scared of him, is that it?"

"I'm not a fucking man. Now get out of my house" Jisung growled.

Inside tho, panic was rising. What the hell was this creep doing in their house? Had he been stalking her all along??

"No, I don't think I will. There's something I want"

"What!? What do you want???"

"You to bend over and let me fuck you. I want your boyfriend to come in and see it. Oh, I can't wait for that disappointment in his eyes..."

"And why in the fuck would I do that!? Are you mentally deranged!? I love him!"

"SHUT UP. YOU DON'T, YOU'RE JUST A WHORE, THAT'S WHAT YOU ARE"
he screamed, ugly as ever.

Jisung took a few steps back. The guy had clearly lost it. And for the first time ever, she felt seriously scared.

He coughed and seemed to recompose.

"Come on, get undressed" he said.

"What if I don't"

He sighed like he was dealing with a spoilt child.

"You leave me with no other choice then..."

From his belt he produced a butcher knife, those known for destroying flesh and bone like it was nothing. Jisung saw themselves reflected in it... a scared little teen who just wanted some peace and quiet and had instead found doom.

What was there to do?
Jisung started lifting his top off their chest. Meanwhile they prayed. To whom, she didn't even know but it didn't really matter as long as someone heared.

Please, please let Minho get here fast. Please let the others come back home soon.
Please make him go away.
Please...

They undid his belt as slowly as possible, trying to ignore the growing boner in the guy's pants.

Please, if none of this works...let me die without pain...

Then, miraculously, she heared the sound of keys dangling outside.

"HEL-" they tried to scream but the guy grabbed him from the neck and pushed her down on the table.
He held her there with a strenght they didn't know he possesed and pulled down pants, boxers, all of it.

When Jisung felt his tip line up to their hole tears broke through.

"Ji?"

Minho's voice sounded like a fever dream above the sheer pain of repeated forced penetration.

Min.... please don't be mad...please just save me...

Thank the lord above and satan below, Minho was a good person. So when he got to the kitchen and saw the scene, tears and knife included he didn't waste a second and tackled the guy off of his Jisung.

Ji's legs gave out and he fell, pain still tearing through him. They felt...contaminated. Awfully violated. Every single centimeter of their body felt wrong.

They raised a hand in front of her face and didn't recognize it as the loud sounds of fighting merged into the background.

I'm....ruined...

They only managed to snap out of it when the sounds grew increasingly suspicious until they ceased.

Jisung's zoned out stare came back into focus and they saw...

....blood.

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