"Sangwoo..." I whisper, watching him kiss my legs.
He told me he had changed...but what does that mean? Someone doesn't just change. Their beliefs change, not them.
He tiredly looks up at me, waiting for me to finish my question, but I was afraid to say it. What if he doesn't like what I ask? He'll hurt me again.
"What's wrong?" He asked, creeping up my legs and hugging me around my waist. I rest my hand on top of his hair, stroking the soft locks.
"What have you been doing, since my absence?" I quietly say towards me.
Sangwoo tilts his head up to study my face; confused at the question I asked. His brow raised and a small huff escapes his lips.
"Killing those you had ties with when you ran away." He whispers, before snuggling back into my waist.
My eyes shot open at his words and my breath got caught in my throat. I wanted to slap him, but I just kept stroking his hair.
My cheeks raised with heat as the tears started over again. My eyes began to hurt from them and stung from where I had been rubbing them non-stop.
"S-Sangwoo...My parents?" I ask, holding the lump in my throat. He slightly opens his eyes and paused.
"Alive..." He whispers. The lump drops to my stomach as the relief gave way.
I struggled to find my breath again as I picture all the people I had met in the last 2 years. The men I had slept with; the woman I met at work. They would have all been killed by Sangwoo.
I cover my mouth, hoping to hold back the sick feeling I had on my tongue. Sangwoo looks back up and watches my tears roll down my face, and he smiles.
"Tch (y/n). I did this so you wouldn't have anyone to run to again." He sits up, stroking my cheek.
He lays down on the couch, moving me so I would be laying on top of him. I rested my ears against his chest and bit my knuckles, holding the urge to cry out.
"If you run from me again, I'll have to introduce myself to your parents... Okey?" He says, stroking my head.
"I-I understand..." I reply.
"Stop crying... you're eyes will swell and look ugly." He rolls his eyes, pushing me off him. I fall back onto the other side of the couch, while he stood up; grabbing his car keys.
"Stay here. I'll be back soon." He says, grabbing the front door.
He pauses for a second, staring at the door. He cocks his head back and sighs.
"Oh... I almost forgot." He looks down at his side where a hammer sat dormant. He slowly grabs it, turning back around to me.
"S-Sangwoo! N-no please! I beg you please! I promise I won't run away!" I scream, shuffling back in the couch.
As he walked closer to me, I run to the back room where another door leads to an exit. I slam into it, grabbing the handle and shaking it open.
It's locked! No!
I turn around again, meeting his eyes. He grabs my neck, pushing down on my windpipe. I grab his hands, yanking at them, hoping to get some air through my lungs.
I scratch his face, and rip at his clothes while he pushes me down on the ground. I start hearing a ringing sound in my ears and a loud pop.
I gag for air, but only a hoarse yelp escaped my mouth. I felt the intense pressure in my head and the pain started to take over my body.
I was going to die. I'm dying; was all I had on my mind. But why? I treated him so well! I followed his every command and did anything he wanted me to do. Why is he killing me!
My mind blanks out, and the hands around me release as I lost conscience. I felt warm liquid swell in my pants and my body randomly spasmed, before I lost complete sight of everything.
———
Sangwoo licks the blood from his lips that (y/n) tore a chunk of. His breath was heavy and his hands started to shake from the force he put into choking her.
He wipes the hair from his eyes, grabbing the hammer he threw to the side. He knew she would regain consciousness soon, so he wanted to make it quick.
With one hand he grabs her ankle, smashing the hammer into them, and the same to the other side. Her body jolted at the broken bone and crushed cartilage.
He stands up, looking down at her. Watching her blood dilute with her piss. He releases a sigh of relief as the adrenaline calms down.
He picks her up, taking her to the bath tub he ran before she woke up in the basement.
He sits her unconscious body on a seat as he removed her clothes. First taking her shirt off, then her skirt. Lastly he removed her underwear.
He sits on the ground admiring her body and the scars he left on it from 2 years ago. He smiles at the cuts; proud that every time she looked at herself she'd think of him.
Sangwoo stands back up, standing over her as she sat. He grabs her head, pulling it towards him to kiss her. Then he drags her into the shallow tub and began cleaning her and her ankles that he had kept out of the water.
———
When waking back up, the sudden pain in my ankles makes me scream.
"Aghh! Ow, *sniff* A-agh." I look down at the bandages around them and the pale white sleeping gown I was wearing. It had thin straps and was hemmed above my knees, that made me shiver to the cold.
My hair hung around my shoulders and chest; still damp from the bath. I look around the room, realising I was in his bedroom.
I tried moving, but the pressure pain around my ankles stung my entire body. I attempt to drag myself off the bed, crawling out the room.
Making it to the kitchen, I slowly found out that he wasn't here.
He did mention he had to go out before.
I gaze at the door in the distance, commando crawling towards it. I new it would be locked, but I wanted to take my chances.
Balancing on my knees, I reach towards the door knob, but the second I go to grab it, it rattles and a key is inserted.
I silently gasp, wobbling on my knees, begging that I wouldn't fall into the door. I fall back, landing on my ankles. I clenched my teeth together in pain, and shuffled back, watching my wounds bleed out again.
Sangwoo walks through the door, noticing me dragging my body across the floor. He closes the door and watches me for a few second before walking after my.
"Y-you're back Sangwoo! I-I was wondering where you went." My back stops at the kitchen cabinets, unable to shuffle back anymore.
He takes me in his arms, lifting me off the ground. His eyes were blank and a mask covered his mouth.
"I-I promise. I wasn't trying to escape...Please." I say, my body shaking in fear.
He walks over the the stairs to the basement and I instinctively grab onto his shirt, begging him to forgive me.
"Please! Sangwoo! I-I'm sorry. I was only wondering where you went, please! I-I don't want to go back down there please!" I plead and plead, over and over, hoping he'd understand, but he just grabs the handle, opening the door to the coldest part of the house. I look up at him, fear in my eyes.
"S-Sangwoo? How long do you I have to be down there for?" I say, knowing what was to come.
He glares at me, the face of betrayal and anger, shrouding his eyes.
He throws me down the stairs; slamming my head on the hard wood. My body mangled and and ripped as it hit the concrete.
He slams the door, the blackness taking over my sights. I close my eyes as the enormous amounts of pain controls my body.
Slowly my mind goes numb to the pain and I pass out in the cold dark; listening to him stamp around upstairs.