His Happiness | Sangwoo x Yoonbum

Chapter 3

My guess was right, he went downstairs for his bat. He stomped back up the stairs, muttering things I wasn't able to hear. I looked around with my eyes while I could. I let out a soft sigh, trying not to cause any attention to myself as he came back up the stairs, and went over to the kitchen counter. He held his bat over his shoulder, as he was probably getting food for me. If I acted my best, maybe I wouldn't get hit. I looked to my right, and found a small like table on the ground. I dragged myself over to the table with my hands, and set my head on the table. I closed my eyes, just as I heard something hit the floor, maybe silverware.

I opened my eyes. A spoon was next to me, as well as the man. He squatted, and picked up the silverware. He held something that looked like dog food. I could have barfed then, and there. His bat was leaning against the wooden, and normal sized table. I watched the man as he took the spoon and scooped up a big portion of whatever was in that can. He hovered the spoon by me.

"Eat."

I didn't have a choice, but I didn't want to eat it. Whenever I get the chance, I'll leave.
I opened my mouth, and he shoved a big portion of the canned food into my mouth. I chewed, and gagged. I spit it out, and coughed.
It was so dry. I looked at the man, probably with a worried expression on my face. He was going to hit me, or do something bad to me now. I could just feel it.

But.. he didn't. Instead, he let out a low growl as he scooped up the food from the floor in his hands, then force it into my mouth. I could bite him, he'd shriek and I'd be able to run.. if I still had a choice of running. Maybe he just wants something else. As he shoved the food into my mouth, I quickly bit one of his fingers. He scoffed, but didn't say anything. He flicked my face with his other finger, making me let go of his finger.

"You need clothes. I can't stand seeing you're ugly body."

I looked down. Was I really that ugly? There were some scars and bruises here and there.. but..

☞︎ Slight nsfw ☜︎
After he was done force feeding me, he dragged me by my arm again, down to what seemed like a bathroom. Mhm. A bathroom. He propped me up on the edge of the tub, then glared at me. He soon walked out of the bathroom, and shut the door. I fell from the edge of the tub, and quickly looked around for something, so I could call out to someone, but quietly. I found nothing, so I dragged myself to the bathroom door. I wasn't so lucky, because the man pushed the door open just as I came close to opening it. He raised an eyebrow when he saw me on the floor. He kicked me in the ribs, then put me over his shoulder.

"Let me- go!" I shrieked in pain.

He dropped me into the tub. He stripped me completely naked. I didn't know how to react at that point. What was he going to do? But then I realized he was holding clothes in his other arm. He tossed my underwear to his side.

"I can change myself." I protested. I'm not a baby, who did he think he was?

He didn't answer. He held my legs in an uncomfortable position as he put a black skirt on me. This felt like some sort of sex position, where I just spread my legs, and he- no. He kidnapped me. More like I got myself kidnapped. I kicked him as hard as I could, with my weak and almost broken legs. I winced as I kicked him, it hurting my legs. He held my legs still, and pinned them to the ground.

"Stay still, otherwise you'll go shirtless. You should be happy. These are my moms clothes."

I let him put a striped shirt on me. He then carried me down to the basement again. Every stair we went down, I screamed louder. He threw me on the cold ground. I begged and begged to not stay in the basement. I hated basements, they had always scared me. He kicked my ribs again. I gasped for air, and then turned my body away from him. I felt myself shaking uncontrollably.
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☞︎ Slight nsfw, again ☜︎
The basement soon shut, leaving me in the darkness. I had an urge, a bad urge. An urge I shouldn't have right now. I quietly took my skirt off. He didn't even bother to give me new underwear after he probably disposed my other ones. My hand reached for my inner right thigh. I rubbed my thigh for about three minutes, biting my lip every time I got closer to my dick.

I flinched when I heard the basement open. I turned my head behind me, and saw the man standing on the stairs. He looked like he had saw a ghost. He soon smirked, and continued to come down the stairs.

"Can't control your urges, huh." He scoffed.

My face felt hot. Shit.

He walked closer to me, and he kneeled down next to me. "You're stupid urges. You just got kidnapped, and this is how you feel?" He stared directly at me.

"Uhm.. I- I can't control.."

"Yeah. Of course. And don't think I'm going to help you." He grabbed my dick.

I moaned.

"That easy, huh?"

"No!" I yelled. I grabbed his hand, and removed it from me. I smacked him.

He laughed. He pushed me up against the basement wall. He reached for his pocket, and took out a kitchen knife. He ran an imaginary line across my throat. This guy seriously had problems.

He got closer to my chin. Then right under my chin, he made a deep cut in me. I screamed. Nobody was able to hear it, though. I kept myself distracted as he did this to me.

"What even is your name?!" That's the only thing I could think of.

Once he was done with me, he let me go and let the blood run down my body. He licked the blood off of the knife.

"Sangwoo."