Obsession

25

Torment.
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"L-let go! Please!" He cried out in screams. His body automatically moving away from the knife against his skin.

He thought he was lucky to pass out. But only found out it was more than just a day of pure torment. Chan had promised him 4 days of pure hell, and this was the last day. He couldn't recognize his skin anymore, the once plain spots being covered in blood and wounds, burn marks and bite marks. Scratches and so far worse. He didn't dare to move a single muscle. No, he'd rather kill himself. But he couldn't help but to back away from the knife cutting up more of his precious skin.

All those days and hours of being cut open alive and awake, affecting how he slept at night as they would throw him around, like a trash back.

Of course he regretted spitting those words. Only because of the punishments that followed along with it. His ears still ringing and his head still hurting as his body panted from the exhausting amount of agonizing pain. He had experience everything his didn't want to experience. The bruises lingered onto his body, not wanting to dissappear.

He didn't want to dissappear neither, until he felt all this pain. Trapped onto his body. He could never be enough.

How he dared to yell at them for taking his precious stuff. How he he threw such a big tantrum over it, messing with the wrong people. Still he was upset over the nice things given to him, being pulled from his reach. But he didn't like why they had too. He got defensive over his stuff..the things that would mean shit to him before all of this. But now, the smallest nice thing somebody gave him, made him become possessive over it..never wanting to let anyone near it. But they went through the boundary he had.

"You think we would stop?..when the fuck will you get yourself together and obey? Are you really so pathetic?! Trying to run away from us!" Chan yelled, kicking his jaw upwards, making him whimper. Tears flowing down his face, dripping into his wounds and cuts. The burns.

Unlike in movies, his tears didn't have the magic powers to heal wounds. No, cause the stung badly from everything that touched it.

"D-don't take what's mine away!" He yelled back, feeling Chan stand above him in anger, the knife held tightly in his hand, hovering over the boy.

"Seungmin, hold his head still..he has to know who's in charge here" Chan spat, letting Seungmin wrap his strong hands around his head, holding the shaking boy completely still.

Chan smirked. Bringing the knife he held in his hands oh so firmly, up to the boy's face, Jeongin widening his eyes as Chan bended down, groaning in his ear.

"Darling..you might want to close your eyes for this" he whispered, his knife right above his eyebrows, pressing it down firmly, cutting through the first few layers of skin.

Jeongin's first reaction was to clench his eyes shut, screams escaping through his mouth. Horrified of the man's doing, wanting to escape his grib, but decided to stay still.

The damage was already done. So what's the point? What was the point of trying to please the men and get something from them, so they could take it away again, even if he disobeyed or didn't disobey. He would always get punished. And he had to accept it. Hid body far to weak to even fight against the two men, who just smirked at him in amusement. Looking down as Chan sliced the knife from above his eyebrow, to beneath his eyes.

He tried to grasp onto Chan's arms, but he was far to weak to even hold onto him, watching as he smirked down at him. He tried to open his eyes, but couldn't open his left, a yelp escaping through his lips as his head was let go. Seungmin dropping it without a care.