His Happiness | Sangwoo x Yoonbum

Chapter two, 'Would you love me more if i killed someone for you?'

I woke up and opened my eyes to some sort of door opening. The light was blinding, it hurt too much for my sensitive eyes. I closed my eyes again. Maybe someone found me, and they would help me get out of here. There probably wasn't a chance of that happening to me, though.

Something swung at my ankles, hitting them so hard that I felt something crack. I muffled screamed. "Help me!" I tried to say, as I tried to move across the floor helplessly, just like a little worm.

"Shut up." It sounded like that mans voice, the man that I had met earlier.

A hand pushed me against a hard wall, it could almost break open my head. The hand slipped under my chin, then it removed the cloth from my mouth.

I realized that I could probably open my eyes now, and as well breathe better. I gasped when he removed the cloth from my mouth. I opened my eyes.

The man had no shirt on. He was good looking. But I can't think about him being attractive. He had dirty brown hair.. and an expression on his face that scared me. He looked so.. used to this stuff. Like, he totally beat up random people a lot. What if he did?

"P- Please, I didn't do anything wrong, sir." I stuttered, completely shocked at what was going on.

He swung what looked like a bat again, but this time into the hard pavement, what I had thought been a floor. "I said, SHUT UP!"

This mans actions scared me. I nodded, unaware of what to do.

"It's time to fucking feed you."

I nodded again.

"Don't just nod, say something! You useless piece of crap!" He yelled, and it echoed throughout the basement.

I didn't know what to say. I thought this would be the best thing to say. "I'm sorry, sir."

"Don't call me sir, you whore boy."

He called me a whore. Okay. I'm fine. At least he's going to feed me, right? So I'm not going to starve to death, and die in a basement. But maybe I'll die in a basement.

"My name is.. Yoon Bum."

"No shit. You told me, already."

I gulped, and nodded. Shit, I wasn't supposed to do that.

He set his bat down, and grabbed me by the ankles. He dragged me up his wooden stairs. That's when I realized I wasn't completely naked. I still had underwear on, so I wasn't completely exposed to him. It was kind of a relief. I didn't want to know what he would do to me, if I was completely naked.

The pain went through my body, starting at my ankles. I wonder.. if they're broken.

I was exposed to more light, and I sighed in relief. Although it hurt my eyes still, it felt good. He dropped me on the wooden floor. My head hit the floor, as he stretched. I didn't have enough time to crawl away though, because he dragged me to a kitchen. He pushed me closer to the ground, as if I wasn't close enough to the floor.

"Stay, dog."

I wasn't his dog. But I knew I couldn't fight against him.

I watched him go back down to the basement. Probably to go get his bat.