Killing Stalking x Reader

Captor: part 2 (Sangwooxreader/Yoonbumxreader)

NARRATOR POV

"Yoonbum, I have a present for you," Sangwoo sang as he descended the basement steps. He set a figure clad in heavy clothes, onto the mattress. "Come here, Bum, help me with the chains." The emaciated man crawled from the shadows, wary of the new victim: Sangwoo's new play thing. He peeled away the h/c hair across your face before stumbling back in shock. It was y/n: his college best- and only, friend. "Look, it's your little friend," Sangwoo chuckled mockingly, chin cupped in his hand and legs crossed. Yoonbum looked up, terrified, but not for himself. Because of him, you would be subjected to another life of misery. But what could a pathetic scrawny creature like him do? He couldn't even resist intimacy with Sangwoo. He slowly helped Sangwoo strip you of your clothes to shackle metal chains around your legs, identical to his. The only way you might survive is if you were perfect pets. There were angry purple knobs on your legs, your femur and calf bone obliterated. There was a slight twitch in your finger and a jerk in your leg, pain even haunting you in sleep.

Being near naked, it wasn't long before Sangwoo's mind wandered and so did his hands, across the woman's body, "God, she's like a child." Your frame was petite and bony, you looked underdeveloped from malnourishment. After spending almost two months looking for Yoonbum and taking night classes to make up for dropping grades, food was a forgotten need. You had no womanly curves nor any sexual appeal, but even with that and your hair matted in blood, Sangwoo still watched your sleeping face for a moment, captivated by your beauty. What a find. He liked pretty things to ruin, he liked ugly things to keep. Yoonbum helplessly watched the man invade your private regions. His heavy hands running over your chest, down your forearms, into your palms and lightly against your finger tips. Over the smooth skin of your stomach, your hips, to the middle of your thighs covered in a thin layer of fabric. Sangwoo missed the feel of worshipping a woman beneath him, or rather, worshipping the pleasure it gave him. He missed a woman curling under his touch and clawing at his back, they were so different from a man. They were soft and comforting to touch, they smelled sweet and felt small against him. They were weak, helpless. That's probably why he'd been so attracted to Yoonbum in the first place, although his looks and personality were sorely lacking. He closed his eyes at the feel of your soft warm flesh, laying his head on your belly and clasping his hand with yours. Until all he felt were the hands of his mom. Soft hands. All over him. His eyes snapped open and he was back in the musty basement, an unconscious girl at his knees.

"Play nice now, Bum," Sangwoo said, climbing back up the steps. Leaving the two in a pitch black darkness. Yoonbum lay next to you, his back against the cold hard floor. He hated you being there with him. Your presence felt akin to a corpse. You made no sound in your sleep; not an exhale from your lips or a shift in your body. Your broken body was completely unconscious, trying to heal itself. Yoonbum shifted closer to you, watching you sleep. It was all he could do after all.