Psychopath [Yandere! Sangwoo X Male! OC]

Chapter 2

'Where the fuck am I?' Jung lifted his head up from the cold ground in a weary matter, his blonde locks were drenched in sweat causing thin strands of hair to cling onto his forehead tightly. His azure eyes were surrounded with dark circles, making it seem he had no sleep the night prior. He placed his index and middle finger on his temples and rubbed them in a circular motion in hopes of reducing the dull throb his head was emitting.

His sky blue eyes examined the area cautiously, he realized he was in an unfamiliar environment causing him go into a state of panic. He immediately tried to get up but he was stopped instantly by the ropes that were harshly wrapped around his ankles, he hadn't even registered them when he woke up but now that he had acknowledged them he could feel the ropes burn into his skin.

'What the fuck is going on?!' He ruthlessly pulled on the ropes with his hands, he buried his slender fingers in the slim gap between his ankles and the rope and tugged harshly on them with as much power as he could muster. He completely disregarded the pain he felt from his fingernails being seeped into his skin, and instead he carried on pulling tirelessly.

Memories of the previous night flooded through his brain rapidly, he remembered meeting that handsome stranger and going back to his place. The last thing he could recall was a large object being hurled at him.

'Did that bastard do this?' At the thought of being deceived Jung's face contorted into a look of disbelief and anger.

"I see you're finally awake." Jung snapped his head to the direction of the voice. It was Sangwoo. He wore a proud smirk as he looked down on his latest prey.

" Y-You! What the fuck are you playing at you sick bastard!" Jung tried to grab Sangwoo but he was restrained from doing so by the ropes.

Sangwoo's face turned impassive as he made his way closer towards Jung. Jung glared harshly at Sangwoo, his eyes followed each of his movements intently.

Sangwoo grabbed Jung's chin roughly causing Jung to pull back but he was stopped by Sangwoo's strong grip.

"Stop talking. You're pissing me off." Sangwoo threw one of fists directly at Jung's jaw, once it made contact with Jung a sickening crack could be heard as his head was smashed onto the ground.

At the sight of this Sangwoo smirked smugly, streaks of blood rolled down the side of Jung's face making Sangwoo's smirk widen.

Jung tilted his head to the side, his eyes averted to Sangwoo's as he licked a drop of blood from the side of his lips, he grimaced at the taste.

"Are you into bdsm or some shit? If you are... I prefer to be the dominant one." Despite the pain he was in Jung still managed to crack a mischievous smirk, much to Sangwoo's annoyance.

This only provoked Sangwoo into connecting his foot with Jung's abdomen. A grunt could be heard form Jung as he tried to muffle the sounds of pain, he had never been in so much discomfort before, well he hadn't been in this much in quite a while.

"Open up your filthy mouth." Sangwoo ordered, Jung's eyes roamed to the can in Sangwoo's hand and he immediately knew what he meant. As much as he hated being so submissive he couldn't reject the offer of being fed so he grudgingly complied.

He parted his lips before fully opening his mouth, his tongue was dry and in desperate need of some water. He sat there for a minute, his mouth opened, his legs tied up, and his face covered in blood. Sangwoo couldn't help but swip his tongue across his lips as he continued to admire the vulnerable state his new victim was in.

He poured some porridge down his mouth in one go, giving Jung no time to chew anything, he gagged slightly at how much food was being poured down his throat.

"Greedy bitch." Sangwoo dropped the can from his hand and bent down so he was looking directly at Jung.

"Why are you doing this?" Sangwoo disregarded the question and instead swiped his index finger on top of Jung's chin, that was covered in porridge, and licked it. The action caught Jung off guard.

"Bum, you can come out now." Jung instantly turned his head to the unfamiliar figure that stood timidly by the staircase.

'Who the hell is that?'