Scream

Chapter 3

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Warning!! This chapter will contain mild gore!!
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"Wow. Look who finally woke the fuck up." Sangwoo stood tall and proud above you. A disgusting smirk spread across his handsome face. "I was beginning to think that throwing you down those stairs put you in a coma or some shit." 

You rolled your eyes as a scowl spread across your face. You wish, a coma meant that you wouldn't have to see his fucking face ever again.

"Did you just fucking roll your fucking eyes at me you useless piece of shit?" Pain enveloped your sensitive scalp as Sangwoo wrapped his hand around your hair, forcing you to look up at him. You bared your teeth, eyes narrowed in rage and hate at him as a grunt of pain slipped past your busted lips.

Sangwoo eyes narrowed in annoyance at your subtle act of defiance. Where the fuck are the tears and snot running down her face as she begs and pleads to be spared. Why isn't she groveling at his feet like everyone else did. Is she not scared of him? Does she think she's better then him?

Tears threatened to form at the corners of your eyes when you felt the burning sting on your cheek as his cold hand slapped it.

"Answer!"
Slap.
"Me!"
Slap.
"When!"
Slap.
"I!"
Slap.
"Fucking!"
Slap.
"Ask!"
Slap.
"You A!"
Slap.
"Question!"

Tears were rolling down your face as it furthered burned your now bruised cheeks. Your chest heaved up and down as you desperately tried to control your breathing. "Yes. I did roll my fucking eyes at you."

You saw his lips turn to a satisfied smile before he tugged your hair, dragging you across the basements cold cement floor. Your bruises seemed to be screaming in silent protest as you gritted your teeth in pain.

He threw you against the wall causing you to take in a sudden gulp of air that burned you bruised lungs. You heard something scuff against the floor making you look up. Sangwoo had placed a chair right in front of you. Your sat up carefully, using the wall behind you to carry all of your weight as you eyed his movements carefully.

He sat on the chair with a bored and dissatisfied expression. His dark eyes burning a hole right through. You weren't going to back down.

Was he bigger then you?
Yes.
Was he stronger then you?
Yes.
Was he capable of hurting you or even killing you?
Absolutely.
Could out smart him?
Maybe.
We're going to escape this place?
Yes you were. You were gonna escape alive.

Sangwoo noticed your labored breaths. How your tears finally dried on your skin. The bumps and multicolored bruises that littered your skin. The cracked, dried blood on your forehead and lips. How your jaw was still locked tight, no doubt holding grit teeth in pure anger. He noticed every single detail about you. He even saw the defiance in your eyes.

"May I ask you question, Sangwoo?"

Now this did catch him off guard. He never had a victim ask him a question in such a calm and polite manner before. He felt a grin forming on lips, that he immediately covered with his hand. This should be interesting.

"What is it, spit it out whore."

"How's that cut on your thigh doing?"

You knew you had to form some type of connection with him before it's too late. The only way to do that was by striking up a conversation, no matter how small. You were going to survive no matter what.

"Fucking terrible." He said with disgust. "You stitch work is a fucking disaster. A fucking blind drunk could have done a better job."

You knew he was lying. Your professor praised you an a daily basis on how neat and perfect you made your stitches.
"I'm sorry. It's all my fault." You took a deep breath, relaxing your body. "Please forgive me, Sangwoo." A bright charming smile appeared on your face. It hurts to smile, a throbbing sensation erupted on your face.

Sangwoo's eyes widened for a second, the apology was an unexpected surprise. That bright smile looked genuine. Your soft caring voice memorized him. But your eyes, your fucking eyes still had a glint of fucking defiance in them. He couldn't stand it.

You saw his surprised expression. Anxiety swamped your mind. Was this surprise a good thing or bad thing?
Sangwoo lifted his hand, motioning his finger for you to come towards him. You bit your inner cheek as you attempted to ignore your bodies pleas to stop moving. You weren't fast enough.

"Fucking Christ!" Sangwoo sat leaning over to grab a fist full hair as he dragged you over. "Your the slowest pig I've ever seen!" He placed you in between his legs as he painfully grabbed your chin, forcing you too look at him. His thumb tracing your busted lips slowly.

You felt your mouth go dry in an instant. You felt his thumb leave your lips as he dragged it upwards landing on your eyelid. He hummed a tune that seemed strangely familiar.

A gut scorching scream left your throat. You instinctively pulled away from the man that was causing you so much unbearable pain. Warm blood gushed down your cheeks, onto your lips all the way down to your chest. Your throat began to burn from all the anguish screaming.

Sangwoo caged you in between his legs. One large hand wrapped around neck tight enough to remind you that you won't be able to get out this situation. His two fingers logged into your left eye cavity. He wasn't bothered by the blood, your scream of anguish or your body thrashing desperate for escape. It only excited him even more, it edged him on. Goosebumps of delight formed on his skin as his demonic grin wider and wider by the second. Your fresh warm blood was a welcome sensation as he hooked his finger on your eyeball before pulling it out of your socket.

Your sorrowful cries echoed in the basement, you could feel your eyeball hanging out, the only thing that connected you to it was the optic nerve.

Laughter began to bubble out Sangwoos throat. "Ha. Fuck, Ahaha!" He reached into his pant pocket pulling out a pocket knife that seemed to almost glisten in the dim lighted basement. "You should see your fucking face right now!" He brought the blade down too fast for you to properly react.

Fresh blood gushed out as another scream left your raw throat. Tears poured out of your good eye as you took in large desperate gasps of air. Your head hung down low in what seemed like absolute defeat.

"Shit! I wish I had fucking camera or something!" Sangwoo was absolutely delighted In your screams and tears of anguish. He only wished that you would have begged or pleaded or even cursed him out. "I didn't think a pig like you could get any uglier!" He grabbed a fistful of your forcing you to look back at him. "Aha! That was a lot more fun then I thought it would be."

His face dropped immediately. Fresh blood still dripping down the side of your face, tears still stained your cheeks. And a giant cheerful smile formed on your face.
"I'm happy that you had fun! I'm happy that your happy!"
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