TOY ◾ WooSan Ateez ✔ [UNDER BEING REWRITTEN AND FIXED]

Day Five

Hello, I'm back.
So I made a little change.
I changed the cover of the book.
Please tell me if I should change it back or no.

3rd pov

Wooyoung woke up feeling really warm. He noticed that he was still hugged by San. Wooyoung felt weird again.

I mean being hugged by a criminal would make everyone feel weird.

-Good morning beautiful.

San whispered with his morning voice as he sat up in the bed. Wooyoung stayed still. He didn't know what to do. He then tried to sit up, but regretted his decision immediately.

-Why so rough?

Wooyoung whispered to himself with a frown on his face, but San heard it and chuckled.

-Sorry.

San said and kissed Wooyoung's forehead. San then got out of the bed and got dressed. He then left Wooyoung in the room like always.

San went in his living room and sat on the couch. He then grabbed his hair and started to pull it in frustration.

-aww is little Sannie the famous heartless monster is not so heartless anymore? You're so pathetic.

The man in front of San mocked.

-Shut up! I'm not pathetic. You're the pathetic one!

San growled towards his dead father who's ghost is not leaving him alone.

-Believe what ever you want. We all know that in the end of the day, you're the pathetic one.

-Says the one who got killed by a child..

San whispered under his breath,but his father was long gone now.

San then got an idea.

-I'll show you that I'm not pathetic.

Wooyoung pov

I heard the door open and saw San entering. He walked up to me and pulled me out of the bed. I was now standing in front of him. He then out of nowhere picked me up like a sack of potatoes.

I was shocked and terrified. I didn't know where he was bringing me. I have never seen the house before, only the room I was locked up in. The house was very friendly looking even though a psychopath owns it.

San opened a big door and began to walk down the stairs in a dark hallway. I soon found out that he was bringing me to the basement.

The basement was dark. It looked like it just jumped right out of a horror movie.

-You have been living a quite nice life here, right? I took care of you so well, but now it's time to taste the life of the people I kidnapped before you.

San said as he threw me on the cold ground. I yelped in pain as my back hit the ground.

-From now on we will have a lot more fun.

San said as a crazy grin appeared on his face looking like a mad man. Well he was one.

San walked up to a wardrobe and took something from one of its shelf. He then went back to me and that's when I saw what it was. It was rope.
He then tied up both my hands and legs. I didn't even try to stop him. There was no use. I was stuck here and I could not escape. I was trapped here. I was hopeless and weak. Pathetic. I really was no human anymore. I was just a subject. A Toy.

I felt like crying again.

Why why why? Why me from all? Why is he playing with me like I'm just his doll or something? Why can't he be normal again? He could be so nice sometimes that It even makes me forgot that I supposed to be kidnapped. Why can't he be nice again? I really like the nice San. I don't like this version of him. He's too scary and cruel. I want the nice San back.

I was now crying.

-Aww don't cry Wooyoungie. It's okay. You won't die yet.

San caressed my left cheek softly.

-Why? Why San? You were so nice and soft. I really liked that San. Why be like this again? Please stop. Please don't hurt me. I'm begging you San.

I begged with tears running down my face. I wanted this nightmare to end already.

-Really? You liked this nice San better? The one that hugged you? The one that touched you softly like you were something easy to break? The one that showed it's true feelings? The weak San?

San asked in a fake sweet voice.

-You like the one that was sweet and gentle to you?

He began to rub my tight. He then began to go higher and he was now very close to my member. I couldn't help but melt into his touch and moan a little. He then stopped and began to laugh.

-slut.

He said coldly then left the room. I was all alone again, locked up in a room. But now a very cold and scary one.

And I felt like dying again.