Into The Shadows

Eleven

 After I got home from work that evening I decided I should feed the boy just enough to prevent his death; he shouldn't die before I wanted him to. But first he would need to have somewhere to eat. I decided to pull an old dining table out from my attic and move it down the stairs. It was wooden but lighter than it looked, and easy enough for me to move on my own. I also brought down a stand mirror that had formerly been in my guestroom, I knew I'd have more of a use for that in the basement than in a room that is never in use. Besides, the vain like to look at themselves.

Yoongi was sleeping when I lugged the table and mirror down, and I decided to set everything up as quickly and quietly as possible so as to not wake him. I'd turned him to face the table instead of the door and stored a duffle bag of tools under said table. After arranging the table I unbound his hands and bound his torso to the chair instead, just so he couldn't try anything once I'd given him use of his hands.

After making it possible for Yoongi to eat I walked upstairs to prepare food for him. I didn't want to give him too much hope, or be too kind, so I settled on giving him toast and a glass of water. I put a generous amount of strawberry jam on the toast and poured some water in a glass. After placing the toast on a plate I took both the plate and the glass down the stairs and placed them on the table in front of him.

I stood on the other side of the table, placing the boy's cellphone on the edge closest to me, and waited for the him to wake, and judging by the position he had found himself in- slumped forward in the chair drooling slightly onto his own bare chest, he had been sleeping for quite a while already.

My assumptions were proven correct when the boy awoke only a few minutes later. He was clearly surprised to see the food and water in front of him and to have use of his hands.

"Eat. I don't want you starving to death before I'm done with you, that would be no fun." I said, pouting slightly.

It was clear that he hadn't noticed me standing in front of him in the dimly lit room, as he looked quite shocked by my words. I almost laughed at the surprise on his face.

A look of fear flashed across his face momentarily before he picked up one of the pieces of toast and began to eat, taking his first sip from the glass of water.

He finished the toast quickly, but didn't drink much of the water, so I decided I'd leave the glass for him to finish at his leisure when I took the plate to clean it.

"You can keep that for when you get thirsty. I'm not a monster after all." I said with a laugh, looking at him to gauge his reaction, which was anything but amused.

He quietly spat a "thank you."

I was taken aback, because he hadn't said much of anything thusfar, but I tried not to let my shock show on my face. I'm sure it did, though, as I left the room closing the door with a final statement of "I'll be back later Yoongi, don't miss me too much."

I made my way back upstairs and decided to watch the news to see if there was anything about Yoongi going missing on the program. It was almost sad seeing the report, no mother begging for her child back or anything. Just one friend, a boy named Hoseok, asking his friend to contact him. Based on this I could understand why Yoongi wasn't fighting me.

...........

Back down in the basement after watching the news report, I pulled the duffle bag out from under the table.

"Excuse me, but I thought you should know, no one is going to look for me, so if you want ransom you aren't going to get it" he spat with a hostile tone in his voice.

I already knew this of course, after watching the news report, and I almost felt sorry for him, but he can't know that. So I laugh slightly: "C'mon kid I have a name, if you want you can call me Kookie." I pulled Hwa-young's scalpel out of the bag, "Besides, why would I want ransom? This is so much fun already."

I picked the roll of duct tape up off my cart and walked behind Yoongi binding his wrists back to the chair.

"Ready to play?" I asked, gliding to his side. He didn't reply, so I decided that meant we were done talking, which was unfortunate. His words were quite amusing to me.

I decided I would try to make him speak by talking to him while I hurt him. It's always good to find ways to make your work more fun after all.

I took the blade of the scalpel and pressed it into his shoulder.

"Y'know red is my favourite colour... It looks so good on you," I laughed, drawing a smile with my blade in his skin "So does a smile." I stepped back to admire my work and asked him "Do you want to see?"

I grabbed a small hand mirror from the duffle bag, which I knew would come in handy, and held it up for him to see. Tears spill from his eyes, which were almost funny.

"Don't cry. It doesn't look bad. It's actually pretty cute." I smirk as I continue to doodle on his skin before wheeling the mirror in front of him to show off my work "Look how pretty you are now. A genuine work of art."