Mr and Mrs Sim ⋆ s.jake

Chapter 19

Evan's pov

Prison isn't hard when the government's daughter has already stripped you of freedom once. The hardest part was being kept away from Rose.

I wasn't counting the days, the hours, or the minutes, but the seconds that separated me from her. And the fact that nobody gave me any news drove me crazy. The more I lost my mind, the more I forgot the feel of her lips, the warmth of her skin, and the rhythm of her breath against me...

385200 seconds.

The phrase Prison doesn't do gifts took on its full meaning since I've been rotting in here awaiting the trial. I thought 'might makes right' prevailed, but apparently not when you tried to kill Shin Yuna.

I survived for Rose. I never closed my eyes, afraid she'd never see them open again. I breathed the way I had when I tried to calm her anxiety attack. I suffered in silence so she would never know how deeply it destroyed me. I fell harder.

"Get up," called a voice.

I pinched my thigh. My heavy eyelids widened as I tried to get used to the darkness. It was 3 a.m. I couldn't endure any more torture.

"Not this time."

My nocturnal visitor smelled of cologne, his emerald eyes the only visible feature, left no doubt that it was Warner. The worst of my tormentors.

Of all the motherfuckers who were paid to hurt me, he was the only one who did it for free. Most of the time, when the others stopped at physical blows, Warner targeted the mental aspect. And since no one was better at it than my ex, everything that was already shattered couldn't be broken further, so the level of torture had intensified.

"Say that again?" he commanded.

"You heard me right." I leaned my head against the cold wall behind me, waiting for his revenge.

The last time I'd defied him I'd woken up with no clear memory and only throwing up white powder from my nose and mouth. My body ached all over with no explanation.

And I would never obtain one.

"You still don't get it, Lee Heeseung," he grunted before thrusting his keys into the cell lock. This sounded like the purge alarm.

I poked my cheek with my tongue. To everyone but Rose, my name was Evan. I ignored him, dismissing his threats as if they were background noise and nothing more.

"When I give an order, you carry it out." Warner's fist grabbed me by the collar, pulling me closer to his face. It was only then that I noticed his left eye filled with blood; the green glow was fading. "Stop looking at me with those fucking Bambi eyes."

"Who did this to you?"

He laughed bitterly before slapping me. My cheek received the blow without flinching; the innocence in my eyes reminded him he'd lost a fight, and soon one of his best physical assets. I watched intently as the red seeped into his pupil, feeling as painful as the hundreds of needles he had driven into my back a few days earlier.

"You're lucky I don't have a lot of time." His thumb touched my lip, triggering my vomiting reflex.

My gaze dropped to his fingers, where I noticed deep red scars — bite marks. Something was off with Warner, even more than usual. My survival instinct kicked in; in the dark, where he couldn't yet see, my right arm tensed, ready to throw a punch.

Suddenly his wounded hand moved to my neck to strangle me. In less than seven seconds, I felt his signet ring sink deep into my vocal cords. "Your neck feels so damn good." He licked it.