Those Eyes of His sangwoo x reader

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕾𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓

ahahahaaa.... yeehaw. another chapter

"what do you want?!" i shouted into the darkness. as much as i squinted my eyes, there was nothing visible in front of me. light poured in from the open trapdoor, but it was quickly slammed shut causing a whimper to erupt from my throat. harsh footsteps echoed throughout the hidden basement until that person, sangwoo i'm assuming, reached the end of the staircase. silence quickly followed the dramatic entrance causing me to shiver.

the lights flicked on making me shut my eyes tightly since i had adjusted to the pitch black room. i sat up with my arms keeping me stable, but my broken legs lay sprawled behind me. as i peaked open my eyes, sangwoo stood before me with a blank stare as his eyes fixated on mine. i opened my mouth to speak, yet nothing but fearful noises came out. what am i supposed to do?! i questioned. what am i supposed to say? why am i here? what did i do wrong? as i stared on, a grin spread across the man's face. not a small, innocent one, but a demonic smile that perfectly demonstrated the darkness i had seen in his eyes from day one.

he crouched down and squeezed my cheeks together, moving my face around to closely examine me. my breathing was harsh and uneven until i caught myself holding my breath for a moment as he leaned in closer. his eyes bore into mine as his devious smile dropped from his face leaving a blank, unreadable stare.

  "let's play a little game." he said, bored out of his mind.

"what.." i murmured as he let go of me and stood up. he slowly took off his shirt and walked over to the other side of his basement where a blue apron lay followed by a couple boxes. he slipped on the.. dirtied apron. i can't tell if that's mud or dried blood, so i'll just continue on believing it's dirt. he picked up a tool and turned around to face me once more. never have i been more scared to see a kitchen knife then now. he waltzed back over towards me as i struggled to crawl backwards and away.

he crouched in front of me once more and used the tip of his knife to lift my head up and look at him.

  "here are the rules. make a sound, and i'll fucking stab you. sounds fun, right? i thought it was a little generic at first.. but maybe it'll be interesting." he sighed while softly gliding the blade against my jawline.

"a-are you insane..?!" i questioned somewhat loudly. his head simply tilted to the side "cutely" as he smiled at me. my eyes simply widened as i stared on with my mouth slightly agape. what the fuck.. this has to be some sort of sick joke. where are the hidden cameras?

"i'll give you an option to make it easier. would you like a gag? it'll be harder for me to hear anything so less chance of you getting hurt. or less chance of anyone being able to hear you scream for help.." he droned on. i couldn't bring myself to move or even speak as i stared at the dangerous man before me.

  "no gag? what a trooper." he sighed sarcastically as he sliced up the rest of my jawline. i clenched my teeth and flinched, avoiding his touch and refraining from yelping. his mouth twitched into a smile at that.

he grabbed my wrist and yanked me back as i squirmed. he placed the blade onto my shoulder and repeated his actions. he softly glided it along my soft skin leaving me anxious as to when he'd cut before slicing some skin open. it was deeper than the last which caught me by surprise as i gasped. his eyes glanced up at mine the second the sound left my mouth and he slowly inserted the knife into my fresh wound.

"you made a sound.." he growled as i wiggled around, desperately trying to crawl away. my head tilted backwards as i clenched my teeth tighter than before. i fought back a groan that just barely escaped my mouth. my vision grew blurry as my eyes filled with tears. sobs begged to come out of my throat, but i now knew better than to make a single noise. his smile went from small to a cheshire like grin. how could he enjoy such a thing? he finally pulled the knife out and placed it on my neck causing me to freeze. my hands instinctively reached up and gripped at his wrist, struggling to pull him away. he simply cackled with laughter and joyously watched my weak attempts of protecting myself.

"i love when you try to defend yourself.." he groaned, reaching his other hand to the hem of his pants. i knew that lustful tone far too well. my body went from completely still to a trembling mess as i sat before him with a knife to my neck. he just barely cut into the skin on my neck with the occasional deep jab due to my intense shakiness. he frowned a bit, probably because he couldn't stab me once again, but quickly smiled once more and continued. he tugged at his pants before yanking them down, making me whimper as i thought of what was about to happen.

  "another sound..!" he exclaimed with a maniacal laugh as he decided to insert his knife into the wound on my ankle. i cupped my hands tightly over my mouth as i screamed in pure agony. i couldn't help but fall onto my back and sob out. he continued pushing the knife deeper into my exposed wound making me arch my back as i struggled to think straight. when i looked back at him, my vision was still blurred so all i could really see was general movement under his apron. IS HE GETTING OFF TO THIS SHIT?!

my fight or flight mode had switched from flee to attack as adrenaline overcame me. i balled up my hand into a fist and used all of my strength to push myself up with one arm and reel the other backwards. my fist made harsh contact with his nose causing him to stumble away and let go of the knife. he gripped at his nose and hunched over in agony as i yanked the knife out of my leg.

i raised it up above him and was about to bring it down when his widened eyes looked into mine. i can't. he let out a crazed laugh at my frozen state before grabbing at my hand and forcing the knife down onto my thigh. i was about to let out a blood curdling scream, but he used all his force to punch me right below the center of my ribs. all the wind was immediately knocked out of me.

"you're so much fun, (y/n). i'm glad i brought you here instead of that whore, yoo. but you should know better than to go against me..." he said practically beaming down at me. i shivered while tightly squeezing at my stomach as i bowed my head in defeat. "giving up so quickly? well.. i guess we should patch up those wounds before you bleed out." he sighed.

just a lil filler to get the ball r o l l i n b a b y y

erm i don't really know what else to say. thanks for readin bruv