This is a book of one shot smut chapters, with completely random characters. Some characters I will most definitely do are:
-Peter - YBG
-Ghostface - Scream
-Mephisto - Dark Fall
-Any Hazbin Hotel or Helluva Boss character
- Beryll- Dark Fall
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⚠️ Warning! Before this chapter starts, this one-shot includes: - Kidnapping - Stockholm Syndrome - Praise - Blood If none of these things are things you like, please skip to the next chapter. Thank you!
Also; @PinkBerryBear was the one to pick the photo for me. Shoutout to her! ⚠️ ——————————————————— Y/N POV: Sangwoo has kept me in his basement for ages. I can't remember the last time I went outside or interacted with someone who wasn't him. My weak legs folded uselessly beneath me as I clawed myself around the small basement on my forearms and knees. Sangwoo has just left me, and we haven't spoken unless he's screaming at me, or if he's force-feeding me.
I remember that day when I was brought down here like it was yesterday. I was merely walking home from work, and it wasn't late or anything. There were people around, just like any normal day. Sangwoo attended college classes with me, and we saw each other in a lecture or sometimes on campus.
He was my friend, and we'd already talked and exchanged numbers. Though, at that time, I was beginning to develop a crush on him. Many people had taken a liking to him simply for his looks, but I liked the way he carried himself, and the way he acted around me and others. His looks certainly helped, and that day was no exception.
He invited me to coffee like he had done many times before, and I accepted; anyone would. I got into his car with him as we both drove away from campus, and that was the last time I would ever see it. As the drive progressed, Sangwoo seemed to become more and more tense. His hands gripped the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles turned white.
"Sangwoo? Are you okay?" I received no answer, and I was only met with the feeling of my head being slammed against the passenger side window, knocking me unconscious. Upon waking up, I was tied up in his basement, only in my underwear. I looked down in horror to see my ankles bent in unnaturally strange directions, and wrapped in bloody gauze. And it was all Sangwoo's fault.
Sometimes he would just leave me in the basement without any food or water. I'd lay on the cold concrete floor while I stared at the singular lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. Soon, his behavior went from neglect to abuse.
He would sometimes come down into the basement to poke at me or watch me just lay there. He would sometimes bring me food, and would stare at me while I ate; almost as if I was a pet or an animal. He began speaking to me, but not in a friendly or nice way. He just wanted to bring me down and tell me how useless I was, and how much money I costed him.
But there's been a change lately. I've noticed him becoming less sadistic and hateful towards me. I've noticed that he's almost.. sweeter. The first occasion where he began bringing me food I liked. While I was still free, he would always like to learn what foods I enjoyed. He would always come with me to cafes and cute shops with me where I liked to buy little treats for myself every once and a while.
One night, he comes downstairs holding a bag from one of my favorite cafes. He takes out a cake and a fork, and sets it gently on my lap. I stare at the cake for a few moments, as if wondering what the catch was. I look up at Sangwoo, and he merely stares at me in response.
