Ji Woon woke up, he sit up and looked around his surroundings, “못쓰게 만들다 (fuck)”, his hands were squeezed tight, his knuckles were turning white, “why am I still here…” his body was shaking, “I… don’t want hurt anyone anymore… why can’t I leave from this nightmare”, dirt was digging into his nails, his vision was getting fuzzy and his ears were ringing, but until he heard the entity, he snapped out of his thoughts, and heard voices, telling him if he doesn’t move, he’ll be punished. This asshole was right, you really could be a star, you thought, laughing on the inside at this bizarre situation: your acting was triple A.
You reached for his chain necklace, played with the metal between your fingertips. You loosened your grip around his arm and touched his body, caressed his chest and abdomen, felt the muscles underneath contracting underneath his soft skin. Otherwise he’d really kill you in the end. You needed another strategy, anything to calm him down and stroke his ego. There was no point in fighting him, this was a battle you never could win. Barely able to breathe you grasped his arm, tried to signal you weren’t getting nearly enough oxygen. For a split second you really thought he’d thrust the blade between your eyes and end your life. But immediately this feeling of secureness got destroyed when his hand left your chin and wrapped around your throat, with the other one letting the blade rush down right next to your head.
He curled his fingers around your chin and cooed your name, luring you into a trap of false safety. You nodded, but this lack of response didn’t satisfy his bloated ego.
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