KIDNAP [SEONGJOONG]

CHAPTER 14

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A/N: The scenes of this chapter happened before the incidents mentioned in the previous chapter (the previous night to be specific) or you could say- a contd. of cp 12.

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Seonghwa felt himself go rigid, the fluid in his veins seeming to pause. He could feel the surge of fear and horror within himself, his body visibly shaking, as he tried not to look at the person in front of him, even though he couldn't help but steal glances at the figure. He didn't know what lay ahead of him and yet, he feared the worst. He didn't know what his future held for him but, he was sure about this that, he didn't want to die.

The Masked Man had dragged him back to the room where he was confined in for the past couple of days and had almost thrown him upon a couch, forcing him to keep his mouth shut and not move a limb. While the victim awaited for his unknown fate, the man indulged in taking off his bloodied jacket and wiping off fresh blood from his pants. The grey shirt that he wore beneath had prominent stains of blood as well, but he didn't pay any heed to it.

Seonghwa was too busy to actually look at him, his gaze glued to his lap and mind lost in a labyrinth of thoughts, and the man took this opportunity to spin around, facing his back to the other, take off his mask for a split of second, dab the handkerchief upon it and wipe off the scarlet fluid splattered all over it. It took him a span of seconds to execute this all, and before Seonghwa could raise his head to look at him, he was already wearing his coverage.

"What were you trying to do?" the voice of dark, venomous and vile, and Seonghwa could already feel his stomach churn at the question, his heart palpitating faster. He dug his nails into the edge of the couch and kept shut.

He didn't know what to say.

"I don't accept silence as an answer, sweetheart," the voice behind the mask spoke once again, this time with a low chuckle, "Unless the silence is provided by me. A permanent one, for that matter."

"I- I- " Seonghwa stuttered, grasping at words but none seeming valid, as he visibly gulped and felt highly agitated. His eyes met the man, and he could now see him holding a knife in his hand, it's sharp edge glistening in the glow of the fire burning at the fireplace.

Seonghwa was terrified.

"Just because you aren't one of my victims doesn't equal to going easy on you," the masked man declared, examining the weapon in his hand and occasionally looking at the boy upon the couch.

The victim stared.

"Wh-What do you mean by 'you aren't one of my victims'? Seonghwa quoted, looking up at the kidnapper. He knew he had to be extremely careful about choosing his words and he prayed that his current choices were accurate.

" I am not going to kill you," the reply was instant, "I'm just- protecting you."

"What?" faltered the boy upon the couch, looking at the other in pure confusion. He was stunned and extremely curious at the same time.

"I won't kill you," the Masked Man repeated, "You're not someone meant to be killed."

"Why?" Seonghwa immediately realised how stupid his question was.