Scream

Chapter 11

Warning! This chapter will contain NSFW content! (Masterbation to be specific)
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A chill went up Sangwoo spine as he walked down the creaky wooden stair case. Its a noticeably colder atmosphere down here compared to the heated rooms up above. I should've worn a thicker jacket he thought to himself as he turned on the lights.

Sangwoo dragged a wooden chair as he made his way in front of a shivering body. His nose scrunched at the disgusting smell that he immediately realized was coming from you emptying your bowels. Duct tape tied down your wrist and ankles tightly together as goosebumps littered your entire nearly naked. You would have looked completely lifeless if it weren't for your bruised chest that went up and down for shallow breaths.

You've been in the exact same position for a week, immobilized on the floor, blindfolded, gagged and even had torn up piece of rags stuffed in your ears as makeshift earplugs.

Sensory Deprivation was something Sangwoo had heard about, it was interesting. Ripping a persons senses away from them, the things they've always known since birth, never fully realizing how important it is. Forcing them to wait in pure fear as they were left completely clueless and unaware of their environment. They wouldn't be able to see anything or hear anything, they were left with their own thoughts that would manifest and become their own worst demons.

Sangwoo took a seat and found himself staring at you. You weren't supposed to be alive right now. He intended you to be to something he could pass time with for a few weeks. A new play thing until he got bored with you.

He first expected you to scream, pled and cry or maybe even be in absolute denial of the whole situation. Instead you first bared your teeth and glared at him with absolute hatred, it was different, it was new. Even when he scooped an eye out you gave a him an almost startling response.
You made him curious. How were things gonna play out? How was it gonna end?
Your strong willed, that was for sure. Forcing smiles and thanking him with what sounded like sincere compliments, constantly swallowing your pride if that meant another day of survival.

That got him wondering. What could he do to break you? How long could you last with smiling your way through each day? What would it take to have you on the floor begging him to stop?

The idea sent a delicious shiver up Sangwoo's spine.

Images of you on your bruised knees flashed through his mind. A rush of excitement filled his gut as his pants seemed to tighten by the second.
He couldn't stop, he didn't want to stop the lewd thoughts of you red face, swollen lips, crying as you begged him.
Beg him for what? For him to stop slicing through your skin until it was literally hanging off of your red, bleeding flesh? Or for him to go faster and harder until you find your blissful release?

The thought of either images made him bite his lip. Palming his sensitive bulge through his jeans he closed his eyes tight.
He imagined you covered in fresh  blood. Wailing as your tears mixed in with the warm crimson liquid, rolling down your swollen cheeks landing on the floor.
Would it be your blood? Or a complete strangers blood?
Honestly, it didn't matter.

Tingles spread through his body as he unzipped his jeans allowing his hardened member to be released. The cold air that hit his throbbing member made him groan. He wrapped his fingers around it, thumb rubbing circles at the tip, spreading the pre-cum around.

Would you put up a fight? How long would you last? Or would you just give in immediately like Bum?

Bum.
He'd look perfect next you.

Sangwoo's breath hitched at that image. Pumping his member to the thought of you and Bum pleading and desperate on the floor. Who would scream first? Who would scream the loudest? Who would spill tears first? Who would spill blood first?
He felt a delicious coil forming in the pit of his stomach as he imagined their expressions.
Would they're face be twisted in a form of disgust? Would their bodies be trembling uncontrollably? How much tears would stain their face as their throats became raw from crying and screaming? Or maybe they'd stay limp and be in denial?

Sangwoo was close, his hips bucking up , meeting his hand as he pumped faster, groans of pleasure leaving his pink lips.

It didn't matter. Sangwoo just wanted to see you broken, he wanted, no needed to see you in a pile of crumbles. To see your hope and faith burned away. He wanted to own you completely.

Sangwoo threw his had back, mouth open as he basked in complete bliss. He took deep breaths, relaxing his body as he waited for his exhilarated heart beat to slow down before looking down at your unmoving form. A lopsided smirk formed on his lips when he saw where his discharge landed.
It suited you.

He pulled his phone out of pocket, checking the time.
Shit, it's getting late Sangwoo thought. He made his way to the stairs, excited for tonight's plans.
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