Crimson Gold // ATEEZ

Chapter -14-

Chapter -14-

"What were you doing with him?"

"Nothing, we met up to talk."

"To talk about what?"

"I don't know. We were just talking about life."

"What was that thing you mentioned earlier, 'special'?"

I stay quiet.

"Yeri, tell me and you won't get hurt."

He sighs at me and continues to speak,

"Do you want to get hurt for someone who ran away, knowing he won't come back for you?"

I stay silent once again and feel his patience run out as he grits his teeth and says,

"Yeri. Tell. Me"

My lack of a response results in a hard punch to my stomach.

God, I'm not used to this.

I think, trying to get back into my shell, struggling to do so as Chan had helped me break out of it.

"Start speaking or start getting hurt. And to maximize the pain, you're gonna have to strip down."

Shit, please, not this again.

He leaves my top on as it's a cropped tube top and strips me of my pants. He walks over to another table and picks a whip with spikes.

"What does it mean?"

My silence coats me to get whipped, the spikes piercing into my skin, opening my stitches Yiren did. I let out a shuddering breath, luckily my protective shell is still somewhat efficient.

"Talk."

He says again, a few seconds later I feel the cold metal sink deep into my flesh, he then brutally tears it off, creating holes all through my torso.

"Fine, different question. What plan did you make when you two were talking?"

"We didn't make a plan."

I whisper in fear of not responding. He grabs a metal bat and swings it hard, hitting my ribs, either fracturing or badly bruising them.

"Do you want to break a bone?"

Another hit for staying quiet, this time aimed at my legs.

"Yeri!"

He slaps my face.

"Tell me where he went and you go free. Or if you love pain so much, I can just break you piece by piece until you confess."

I shake my head.

"I'm n-ot going to tell you."

A slam to my leg, definitely bruising it. He walks over to another table and comes back with three knives. He looks at me, furry evident in his eyes.

"I'll be nice and cut you some slack. I'm giving you the night to think if you would rather get beat up until I get my answers or if you want to skip over where I have my fun with knives and you tell me everything when I come back down."

He grabs more chains and I try to show no reaction as he ties me up with them. He walks upstairs and I only let myself breathe after I hear the basement door lock.

Don't cry, don't cry. It's not the same thing. He wouldn't rape me. He wouldn't. I can deal with physical pain. That much is fine.

I take a deep breath and close my eyes. My body slowly remembering how to hide from the pain. I finally drift off after hours of thoughts.