Be my friend? [Chenyeol]

Alone in a dark place

Have you ever felt empty?
Not as in hungry.
Nor as in bored.

A person I had trusted, cared for and lied for betrayed me. He took advantage of my trust, of my love, of my obedience. Something everyone had foreseen, except for me. Baekhyun warned me and had my mom known she would have put me on lock down. I ended my longest and closest friendship because of Tim. And this waa the thanks I got. Locked away in some dungeon like cellar room, cold and alone.

I should have been angry, outraged, or at least sad, but all I was was empty... I couldn't feel anything anymore. I just sat there, bound to the chair, surrounded by the smell of my own piss and bile. As soon as Ilhoon left, I had tried to struggle against the ropes securing my neck, torso and limbs to the wooden seat, but only wound up hurting myself and getting ugly red lines on my exposed skin. Whoever had tied them must be very good at their job. At least the pain from the carpet burns and cuts was some sort of feeling. I welcomed it, let it go through my body and mind and make my eyes water, though the tears never spilled.

I ended up just staring at the grey expanse of rock infront of me. It wasn't a very exiting experience. Meanwhile, thoughts filled my mind to the brim, too many to all be heard at once. I was surprised to find I wasn't incredibly scared. Not at all, actually.
Ok, maybe just a bit, but not as much as I could have been.

This was probably going to go down like any other rich person kidnap:
family member gets captured (check),
culprits inform family of desired ransom, money gets payed,
family member goes free.
And knowing my mother I could be sure of two things. 1, she was going to do everything in her power to get me back and save me, because she is a mother and she loves me, and 2, she was going to be too scared to notify the police, especially with Ilhoon next to her, probably coaxing her to give into the kidnapper's, aka his, wishes. So now it was only a matter of time until I got out of here.

It was kind of sad, considering some rich Chinese guy who got kidnapped last year was brought to the Bahamas by his kidnapper and at the end didn't even want to leave anymore, despite the sum of money having been payed by his parents and here I was, without food, toilet, pillow or heating. Now that I thought about it, it was the son of one of my mom's buissnes partners. Wu, I think... I met him once, tall, bitch faced fellow, but god, handsome as fuck. And nobody was sure where he was, somewhere off with his kidnappers. Somehow I couldn't imagine myself having the same future with Ilhoon...

"Well, maybe you should just stop caring then!"
I cringed at the memory.
Idiot, listen to Baekhyun in the future.
I made a mental note to apologise to Baekhyun when I got out, and to give Daehyun a very stern warning. If he hurt Baekhyun, he would die, horribly, and yes, I was completely aware of the hypocrisy in that warning. Still, since he, unlike me, was probably having sex with Baekhyun, I felt like him hurting Baek would have greater consequences.

As my mind wandered, it also occurred to me that I had no idea where Suho was these days, and it was very convenient for Ilhoon to get a job in our household just when he needed it. A bit too convenient. I just hoped Suho was ok.

And most of all, I swore to never, ever, ever, as long as I lived (or way more if I got out of this alive) to befriend someone online. I was surprised to find that the tears had finally made their way onto my cheeks, as I felt something wet roll down my face. My lip started trembling, my breath hitched and I lost control over my body. Ugly sobs escaped my mouth as I doubled over, more and more tears fell onto my lap, wetting the denims I wore quite considerably.

I hated him.
If I ever met that person in real life, I wouldn't hesitate to choke that asshole, I promised myself that. One says that the feelings of love and hate are incredibly close in the brain, that it isn't difficult to switch between them. And if it isn't difficult to hate a former loved one, imagine how I felt.