𝖀𝖘 𝖜𝖆𝖙𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖙 𝖌𝖔 𝖎𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖙𝖔𝖌𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 -😉
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IT CAN BE OFFENSIVE FOR SOME!! DON'T REPORT ME.
THERE'S BUNCH OF NASTY STUFFS IN HERE.
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Warning ⚠️ :- Underage sex, Mature content. If you feel uncomfortable don't read.
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Thud, a voice echoed in a dark abandoned basement and groan of pain echoed into the room. The person groaning in pain stirred on the ground, his face covered with black cloth, unable to see anything.
He was a young boy, no older than 17, who had been taken from his home and brought to this ominous place against his will. The coarse black fabric covering his eyes was tightly tied behind his head, blocking out any glimpse of light.
As he regained consciousness, the hard concrete floor chilled his body and the dank musty air filled his nostrils.
"Mom? Dad?" he called out tentatively, his faint voice reverberating off the cold basement walls. But the only reply was his own echo.
He wriggled against the restraints binding his wrists and ankles, but it was no use. The rope dug into his soft skin, chafing against his desperate struggles. He was trapped. Then he heard it.
The distinct sound of shoes on the steps circling down from above. Though he could not see them, he could sense the presence of another person nearby, watching him. Heavy boots trod ominously across the floor toward where the boy lay frozen.
"We brought Kim's son, sir, just as you requested." a gruff masculine voice asserted. The man was clearly speaking to someone else in the room, addressing him as "sir."
"Leave." commanded another stern voice from directly in front of the boy. This must be the man in charge. The boy listened as multiple sets of shoes shuffled away, a door creaked open, and the footsteps faded.
"Am i alone now with this stranger?" thought the boy.
No, one set of steady footsteps remained, coming closer, the sound bouncing off the cold walls. The boy's small body tensed, unsure of what would happen next. What did this man want from him?
He wants to break free of the ropes and cloth binding him, so he could look his captor in the eyes. But escape seemed impossible.
"Please open my hand." said the boy pleadingly as he felt someone sitting right in front of him. Suddenly, the cloth covering his face was gone. The boy groaned and he tried to adjust to the light of the room. He gasped as he immediately looked at the person in front of him.
It was Park Sunghoon, the notorious gang leader. Tears brimmed in the boy's eyes. Of all the men in the world, why did Sunghoon have to kidnap him?
"Why did you kidnap me?" the boy, asked with a slight disappointment. Sunghoon smirked in response, using one finger to tilt up Sunoo's pretty face so he could stare into the smaller one's features.
"Kim Sunoo." Sunghoon hummed as he slowly wet his lips with a flick of his tongue.
"I wish I could take you out of my mind." He leaned in closer, his hot breath tickling Sunoo's skin. "Then I wouldn't have to use force on you."
