"After you, Hell should be easy to deal with." Stella spat, staring at the Korean idol with daggers. Her words were laced with venomous threat.
"Ah, I don't think you'll be visiting Hell any time soon. I plan on keeping you," Namjoon purred. He leaned in to the poor girl tied to the chair, covered in bruises and small scrapes due to Namjoon's abuse.
"And when I keep someone, I keep them for a long, long time.~ So get comfy, baby." He droned to her.
Namjoon slowly got closer and closer, his nose brushing up against Stella's. She tried turning away from her captor, but he grabbed her jaw roughly and held her chin, forcing her to face him. He licked a gentle stripe up her left cheek, where blood dripped from one of the many cuts he had left on her body.
"Namjoon, why.." she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Because you put all of your trust in me. You never should do that to people, dear~" he spoke casually, tasting her blood in his mouth.
"By the way.. have I ever told you how delicious your blood is? I dare to say it's my favorite."
"You make me sick." Stella hissed in response to him.
"Oh, is that any way to treat your savior? You would've been killed in that alleyway had it not been for me!" Namjoon retaliated, leaning back to glare at Stella.
The girl muttered poisonously, "I'd rather have died than deal with you."
