Waiting To Bloom (BL)

Chapter 24

After sitting on the floor for what seemed like an eternity, the pain in my ankles becoming unbearable, I finally mustered the courage to look at the clock. Thirty agonizing minutes had passed since I found myself trapped and injured. With a deep breath, I reached out my hand for the door, struggling to open it and reclaim my freedom.

As the door swung open, a rush of fresh air filled my lungs, dispelling the stagnant atmosphere that had hung around me for far too long. I closed my eyes, basking in the warmth of the sunlight that poured in, momentarily forgetting about the pain and confinement that had plagued me.

But just as I began to soak in the sweet sensation of liberation, my eyes opened to reveal a figure sitting on the steps outside. It was Kwan, the sight of Kwan sitting there, smoking a cigarette and humming a song to himself, froze me in my tracks.

My heart sank, and a wave of fear washed over me. I had never seen him like this before – calm, almost serene. But there was something menacing in the way he sat as if he was waiting for me. the way he slowly chuckled sent shivers down my spine.

With both ankles broken, I knew I couldn't run. My heart pounded against my chest as panic gripped me tightly. I slammed the door shut, desperate to create distance between myself and the monster behind me. Crawling back to the kitchen as fast as my shattered limbs would allow, I hoped he hadn't noticed my feeble escape attempt. But I was sadly mistaken.

A vice-like grip closed around my ankle, yanking me backward with a force that made my head spin. Pain shot through my entire body, momentarily overpowering the fear that consumed me. I desperately reached out for something, anything that could save me from this nightmare.

As I thrashed and fought, my fingers grazed the handle of a kitchen knife left forgotten on the counter. The glimmer of hope reignited within me. With renewed determination, I tried to pry myself free, but his grip on my hair tightened, and a cold blade pressed against my cheek.

Kwan's sinister laugh echoed through the room, sending shivers down my spine. The sound churned my stomach, filling me with a mix of terror and revulsion. I could feel his hot, rancid breath on the back of my neck as he whispered in my ear.

"I thought we had a deal my love. Now I got to do something I really didn't want to do" Kwan then slid the knife down my face and behind my ear before slicing through. I screamed in pain and kicked as hard as I could, but it was no use. I cried as Kwan just dropped me on the floor and let me bleed. I was broken and in pain and now bleeding on a cold hardwood floor with no one to help me.

As I laid on the floor, bleeding, with my ankles broken, I could feel the excruciating pain shooting through my body. The damp, dimly lit basement was the only place I knew as my prison. It had been months since I was taken captive, and desperation had wrapped its icy fingers around my heart but slowly everything vanished into darkness.

On this night, Kwan woke me up with a shock, literally. I jolted awake, gasping for breath as icy water poured over me, drenching me from head to toe. Confusion and fear gripped my heart as I tried to regain my senses. When my vision cleared, I realized I was chained back up, my wrists bound tightly against the cold metal wall. Panic surged through me as my fingertips traced the bandage behind my ear, where Kwan had sliced me earlier.

But then, my attention shifted towards an unexpected sight. In front of me, a middle-aged man knelt on his knees, his whole body trembling, tears streaming down his face. The man's eyes were filled with fear and despair, causing my heart to ache with empathy. I couldn't understand why he was here, duct-taped and helpless.

Confused, I turned my gaze towards Kwan, who sat in a nearby chair, a sinister smile playing on his face. His fingers danced expertly, shuffling a deck of cards in a chillingly casual manner, as if this whole situation were a twisted game to him. It was unsettling to witness his nonchalant demeanor despite the chaos surrounding us.