Sangwoo x Reader ♡

The Basement 🗝

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Your POV

So..cold..
'Ugh.. what happened to me? Why is it so fucking cold?' My body was laying down and what felt like solid ice, and a slight cold draft was in the air, it was only because of this draft I came back to my senses. I soon realized I was lying naked barely conscious on a concrete floor, my head was pounding, dry blood painted my skin. Cold metal chains locked around my ankles and the other end attached to a metal pole, no way was I getting out of this on pure brute strength. What really got under my skin though.. I was going dope sick.

'Fuck.. this is gunna really suck..' I thought to myself panicking. Going sick in the comfort of your own home is brutal let alone being locked in a basement in the most vulnerable state possible, that's gunna drive me over the edge. My whole body was consumed by hot and cold sweats, my muscles tight with pain, I curled my body into a ball and whimpered.

"Im so fucked.." I said breathlessly "heh.. yeah that pretty much sums up your situation you fithly fiend" he spat from the darkness, I knew it was Sangwoo there was no mistaking that voice.

"Y-ou fucking psycho" I spat back weakly. Suddenly the lights turn on, I make a sound of protest as the light burns into my eyes, I uncurled my body and focused on the room, also the man in front of me. He was sitting on a chair backwards leaning over the edge with his arms resting on it with a look that made my heart freeze over 'I'm already dead this is it, I'm so fucked' I thought anxiously to myself.

"Awh thats no way to talk to me and here I was feeling bad for you.. you should treat me better since I have what you want most" he said with a look in his eyes that could kill. He puts his hand in the right pocket of his jeans and pulls out the bag of dope you were going to buy.

'you got to be kidding me' I thought gritting my teeth together, my glare could turn someone to stone, hate filled my body, how dare he hold my addiction over my head like this. He saw right through me, hes knows I'm sick.. He tilted his head to the side to give me a sweet yet sinister smile while staring up and down my naked body. My heart jumped, I scooted my body so my back was against the cold contrete wall, if he's going to kill me I want to see it coming, I couldn't handle that kind of surprise right now. tucking in my legs I could feel my cheeks go bright red, Im so vulerable..I'm so scared.. so sick.. I feel woozy..

*BARF*

"Did you just fucking vomit on my floor you dirty whore!?" He roared, swiftly getting out of his chair to where I lay on my hands and knees trying to keep my composure, my heart is racing the smell of vomit lingered in the air 'is he going to kill me?' Uncertainty filled my mind and body. Another thing that comes with the lovely dope sickness package is paranoia. This was the worst place to be sick.

SMACK

He didnt hold anything back his slap felt like bruce lee just punched me in the face, I let out the smallest scream possible, I didn't want him to hit me again for being loud.. I put my hand up to my cheek as I felt hot tears run down my face.. even that hurt.

"I-I'm s-so.. sorry sangwoo I'll clean it up please just please don't hurt me" I pleaded still holding my cheek, my whole body shaking from fear and sickness, he looked satisfied from the fear he had forced on me. "hmm? Your already started to sound like Yoon, I thought it would take longer but I guess a dirty junkie like you has no self respect" he said in a menacing tone. I had nothing to say in return that wouldn't get me hurt more in the process so I kept my mouth shut, there's a time and a place.. this was not it.