Good Girl

Chapter 4

Just wanted to let you know this chapter is from Sangwoo's perspective. Figured that a change would do the fic some good. Idk its finals I'm dying enjoy my garbage dumpster fire of a brain

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She looked absolutely perfect, Sangwoo knew that from the second he layed eyes on her. The longest hair he had ever seen, a small frame, and soft skin even without makeup. But it was her eyes that brought her from just another pretty girl to a pretty girl that he needed. Large, round, a warm rosewood, that looked docile enough, but behind them was a spark of something, a spark that he hadn't seen in along time.

Although if that spark would fucking show up, that would be nice! It had been a whole week since he brought her down here, and ever since they had sex, she hadn't done ANYTHING. She'd said nothing, had done nothing to resist him, which had been so perfect the first time. Nothing had made Sangwoo feel more powerful then forcing her submit, but now she was doing it without resistance of any kind, witch was infusting. If he wanted something that would talk when he touched it, he would have just stuck to Bum.

Maybe it was leaving her for so long that made her stop talking. And he did feel a bit bad about abandoning her in the basement for 3 days, but he had to get rid of her possessions, especially her phone, and that ski resort was full of casams and hidden places. No doubt that her idiot brother already suspended him, and it was only a matter of time before some random officer knocked on his door asking about her. He was the opposite of nervous though, his performance a week ago had fooled all of them senseless. And he already had a plastic box ready to hide her in when they did a obligatory search.

"I'm going to ask you some questions." He announced, after he finished feeding her for the 4th time. He was sitting cross legged next to her, the empty can of porridge and dirty spoon disregarded next to him. In addition to feed her every day, he had been nice enough to give her another pair of panties, and put her legs in a V instead of a split.

Her eyes, which had once shone so glamorously, were now dull and empty, and like normal, she showed no emotion to his announcement other and that infuriating-as-hell sorrowful frown.

"How close are you and your brother?" He interrogated, and much as he expected, he got no response. The bitch even hid her face in her goddam shoulder! That was it!

"I ASKED YOU A QUESTION!" He exploded, grabbing her left cheek and slamming her face into the concrete floor.

That finally got a response. A yelp of pain, but an answer nonetheless.

"Now, how close are you and your brother?" He asked again, going back to his seat.

"We're pretty far apart now. It's a half hour walk to our apartment." She sarcastically whispered, still not looking at him.

"Wrong answer." Sangwoo grunted. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled. Her screams filled the basement, making Sangwoo grin. He truly had missed this. "Try again." He commanded, after a minute of pulling, picking her loose hairs off his hand.

"We're pretty close," She sniffled, tears coming to her eyes, but trying to resist them. Dumb girl. "He took me in when our Dad died."

"What about your mother?" Sangwoo wondered, impulsively grabbing her tit. It wasn't part of his plan, but she just had it out there. What was he supposed to do?

"She died two years before him!" The girl grimaces, feebly trying to shift away from him. There it is, the Hye-rin ir My-Jin or whatever the hell her name was that he wanted was starting to come back.

"So your an orphan?" Sangwoo clarified, switching to rubbing her waist.

She nodded her head, but here eyes widened as she remembered the last time she was silent. "I mean yes!" She hastily corrected.

"You can learn!" He grinned. "But I still have to punish you." He sighed, and punched her side so hard her howls echoed off of the walks of the basement.

"Now, who's your boyfriend?" He questioned, once she finally stopped yelling.

"Don't have one." She rapidly replied, her eyes fixed strait above her, avoiding him.

"Why not? Your so pretty after all." Sangwoo reasoned, grappling her jaw and pulling her gaze towards him. To his delight, her right temple was already red and puffy. It would bruise wonderfully, he knew it.

"I just don't have one." She shrugged, fidgeting with the chain on her handcuffs. "To busy I guess."

"Really?" He followed up, tilting his head to the side in the most condescending way he could conceive. Sangwoo wasn't born yesterday, she was definitely hiding something. "Or perhaps," he added, letting her jaw go and gently caressing her face with the back of his hand. "There's some other reason."

"I'm Um, too busy with school." She stumbled, retracting her neck into her shoulders like a fucking turtle!

"Why the hell are you lying to me?!" He hissed, jumping to his feet, casting a gigantic shadow on her small form.

"I'm not! I swear!" She clamored, her body going rigid with fear, like it should.

"Tell. Me. The. Truth." He growled, inspecting her broken legs. They were already bruised, and resembled one of those paintings that everyone thought were gorgeous, despite just being blobs of color swirled together.

"I am!" She maintained, her breathing become shallow, her eyes growing wide as she tried to figure out what was happening. "Do you know how hard it is to keep at the top of my class? There's this especially smart boy in my class who I don't think has any life skills because he studies so much! There just isn't time for me to get a gir-" she rambled, before abruptly coming to a halt.

"Ah, there we go," Sangwoo smiled, keeling down next to, keeping steady eye contact as he descended upon her, coming mere centimeters away from her face. "All that time calling me homosexual when the only gay one here is you."

"I'm sorry!" She sniffled. "I didn't say anything earlier because I thought it would upset you."

"Your right. It does upset me." He agreed, got back up, and kicked her broken leg.

Sangwoo had heard a lot of screams in his life, but her screech was the loudest god-damn one so far! "SHUT UP!" He hollered, slamming his hand over her mouth. "Shut up, Shut up, Shut the fuck up!"

"Worwi!" She sniffled, muffled by his hand, tears escaping her fear-struck eyes.

"Good Girl." Sangwoo grinned, reached over her head, and undid one handcuff.

Her face swiftly hanged again, to one of pain to one of confusion. Her thin wrists twitched a bit, testing to make sure they could move. And move they did, with the help of his hands, he pulled her up to a seated position.

"Isn't that better?" He Rhetorically asked, holding both of the writs together in one hand. She really was small, but she was so beautiful. Her face would last as she grew old, that wasn't something he could say about his previous girls. Sangwoo supposed She also would look beautiful if she met the same fate that his other girls had, but that wasn't the plan. She was going to be here awhile. That's what he had planned, and his plans were the best.

"Now, let's fix you up." He announced, picking her up bridal style.

"Ok!" She blindly squaked, nodding, trying to hide her pain of her legs moving. What a dumb bitch, having such little pain tolerance.