EXO SMUT TIME: THE SHIPS

Take Me To Church- Pt.2

In which five years have passed, and Minseok can't deny the Devil and the temptation.

*XiuChen
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His breathing was ragged, feet scuffed and bleeding. The chains rattled as he weakly raised a hand, coughing and feeling his throat hoarse and rough. His blonde hair was shaggy and matted, knots in it, the once sleek and fluffy blonde hair no more. He was in and out of consciousness, groaning softly as his head lolled to the other side. He leans his head back, wincing as it meets the jagged red rock wall. Sweat was trickling down his body, his shirt ripped and battered into something that was just a piece of cloth hanging on his bruised body. He felt fucking awful.

"H-help," he tries for the nth time, not knowing how long he's been down here. Hours, days, months, he has no clue. His eyes searched around but all he was met with was the piercing screams and the heat from the pit below him. It was like this every time he managed to get out of his sleep like state, and fear crawled trough his system, making his blood run cold. He calls out again, tears brimming in his eyes. The only reason he was still sane was because the thought of seeing his loving and gorgeous husband again kept him so. He missed him to pieces.

"Minseok," he whimpers, tugging at the chains around his wrists. He sniffs and brings one leg close to his chest, wanting nothing but to wrap his arms around the man of his dreams. The one he promised everything to at the alter. However, deep inside, he knew he didn't deserve him. Not after what he had done. "You dare speak his name like that? Like you deserve to fucking speak to him at all?" he hears a menacing growl and his breathing hitches. He struggles as he whips around, trying to find the voice that plagued him day by day. He never could see who the voice belonged to, just knowing that they hated him and were one of the main reasons he was currently in hell.

The fear only grows as he see two men clad in black suits, another behind them in a sleek grey one. His hair was midnight black, eyes a piercing brown with specks of red. He was a handsome man, sinfully gorgeous and full of malice. It made him want to run and cower away. Luhan's blonde hair was grasped painfully, tugged back by one of the men and he groans out in pain. "Answer me, Luhan," the man snarls, kneeling down to be eye level with him. The man can only stay quiet, fear and anger in his eyes. How the the hell does he know about Minseok?

The man smirked and waved a hand, the hold on Luhan's hair loosening and he finds that he can breathe again. The man stands up and dusts himself off, hands in his pockets as he stares down at him. "His name shouldn't even leave your mouth. He trusted you. Loves you with all his god damn heart. All for you to fuck your secretary. Tell me Luhan, was the bitch worth your life and risking your marriage?"

"You don't know anything about me or my husband. So you can fuck right off," Luhan spits, his own growl in the back of his throat. He lurches forward slightly, chains rattling again. However, a fist connects with his cheek followed by a swift kick to his stomach. His hair is gripped again and he's starring right at those dark orbs, anger bubbling in both males. "I know everything about you two. I know about the countless nights you went and let yourself be wrapped by that whore's legs. I know about the times that you left Minseok waiting at restaurants or the dinner he prepared only for it to go cold. I know about the times you lied and told him you loved him. All those promises, broken. And yet, he still loves you. And he doesn't even know, to this day he thinks Xi Luhan was the best husband anyone could ask for. So much, that he sold his fucking soul for you," the other barks, each word said with more anger and heartbreak. He pushes Luhan back, disgust clear on his face. The Chinese male feels his heart stop, paling significantly. How the fuck does he know this? How the fuck did this man know so much?

"W-who the fuck are you?"

The man smirks devilishly, straightening up and moving a strand of black hair away from his eyes. "The person that sealed the deal with your husband. It's your lucky day, Xi Luhan," he chuckles darkly, but his eyes hold so much emotion. Glossy. Anger. Heartbreak. The chains around Luhan's wrists are unclasped, the male lifted up. He was once extremely strong, easily being able to win in fights. Now he was almost all bones, weakened and beaten. The impeccably dressed man steps forward, gripping Luhan's chin. "Five years. You get him for five more years. After that, his soul and body are mine. Kim Minseok was supposed to be cherished, loved. I trusted you, I did not come between you two like I've done in the past with others. All for you to throw it away for shitty sex. I swear, if you dare hurt him again, when your time is up for real, you'll be in the worst parts of Hell. You thought this was bad? Think again."