Torture and no rest (Killing Stalking Fanfiction)

Torture

All he does is torture me. One whip down on my back. It stings. I try not to cry, but I can't hold back the tears welling up inside of me. Another hit, but even harder than the first. I can't hold it. Tears burst out of my eyes as I get whipped some more. It's been 3 months since I've been at his house. I've been trusted to go upstairs, but if I pass the line where the stairs end, I'm a goner. Dead. Perished. Another whip strikes my back.

"Oi, Bum! Why aren't you screaming anymore? Tell me what's on your mind." Sangwoo said, stopping the whipping as I sighed in relief. He set the tasseled whip on a small bench next to him and sat in front of me. My hair hid my eyes, so he couldn't see my tear-stained face. My back had burns on it from the whip hitting it over and over.

"So, Bum, tell me. What's been on your mind?" Sangwoo said, in a rather calm tone which made me uncomfortable. I, honestly, didn't know how to answer him. If I said 'nothing', I'd continue to get whipped and tortured. But if I said the truth, he'd punish me more. So it'd be a lose-lose for me. My only option is to lie.

"S-sangwoo... I-I was th-thinking about... what ch-chore I should do next!" I said, faking a smile, that was rather dull and yellow. Yes, I brush my teeth everytime I go to bathe, but the constant blood spewing out of my mouth during getting beaten stains them.

Sangwoo hummed to himself for a minute, "MmmmMmmm... Okay! Then that would conclude our little...session that I know we both love so dearly!" Sangwoo smiled at me.

I didn't smile or frown back. I had a straight face on, not staring at him. I was staring at the floor. I found it sorta calming to stare at the floor. I really don't know why, but now I stare at the ground whenever I am needing to calm down. I think Sangwoo knows that but I really don't care.

Sangwoo, still smiling, said, "Now, after we bathe and get those whip burns all cleaned, you start dinner. And if you're late..." Sangwoo then frowned at me, "We will have this session again. But way worse. Maybe you'll like it, maybe not." Sangwoo went upstairs and when I heard the water running, my back felt pain. I already know the water in the tub is going to be warm, like always, and my back is gonna sting like all hell. 

A few minutes later, Sangwoo comes down the basement steps, shirtless, which surprisingly didn't turn me on, and picked me up, walking up the steps. If you didn't know, I used to stalk Sangwoo. I needed to see him because I wanted him. Well, I got him. I snuck into his house and got hit with a baseball bat. He broke my legs and he tortures me every day. I've learned to not love him anymore. I am no longer filled with lust. Any sexual act doesn't turn me on. I hate Sangwoo. I HATE Sangwoo.

Sangwoo started undressing, so I did the same. I took my shirt off, skirt, socks, and my underwear. I carefully dragged myself to the bath and limb after limb, finally got in. Sangwoo went in right after me. He sat down and an awkward silence was present for a few seconds.

"Okay, Yoonbum. Turn around so I can wash your burns." Sangwoo said, rather demanding. I obviously had to obey. I turned around and he grabbed a once white washcloth that was stained with brown blood because the bleach couldn't take it out. He put soap in the washcloth, and without warning, roughly pushed the washcloth against my burns. I yelped and squirmed as he smirked.

"S-sangwoo! That's too hard. Please! Please don't scrub so hard!" I pleased, begging for mercy to relieve the pain from my back. What scared me the most was he smirked even bigger after U said that, tears falling down my face. He only scrubbed harder. I turned around roughly not wanting any more attention to my now bloodsoaked back. 

"Bum. Turn back around. Now." Sangwoo growled, his face dropped. I was shaking. If I disobeyed, I would be punished, but if I turn around, my back will be in agony. What do I do? What..did..I..do? I didn't answer him. My head drooped down, staring at the water. I think he noticed that because before I could take a breathe, he shoved my head into the water. I can't breath. I..can't..breathe! I squirmed, screaming underwater. It wouldn't be bad if I died, right? All the pain would go away. All. The. Pain. I slowly started to drift. Sangwoo launched my head out of the water, gripping onto my hair as he slammed my head into the side of the bathtub. I was huffing and puffing. I was gasping. I was crying and shaking. Why would I ever think I want to die? I just want to get out of here! I just want to get out!