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tmwcs · 1 year ago

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Whoo hoo lets goooo!

Warnings: stalking, breaking entry, kidnapping, mentions of murder and torture, bullying, harassment, tormenting, indications/implications of rape, detaining, cursing, subtle groping, main character touches themself....i think that's it. let me know if i missed something.

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“Yeah, I’ll get a large Americano.”

“Will that be all for you?”

“Yeah.”

“What’s the name for the order?”

“Heeseung.”

Unfamiliar with the cultural sense behind his name, the barista displayed a slight look of confusion, while blushing at how handsome he looked as he swiped his card. “He-…..Hee….how do you spell it?” she asks.

“Here.” Taking the cup and the marker out of her hands, all in a rather sudden manner and startling the poor girl, Heeseung took the cap off with his teeth, gently gripping it in place between the two rows of his pearly whites as he drafted his own name on the transparent cup, before issuing it back to the barista. Taking it gently, she blushes even more than before as she looks up and notices that the cap was still in the grip of his teeth, yet his eyes were fiercely wide and somewhat eerie. She became speechless and merely nodded.

“I…um…..we’ll have that ready for you shortly.”

Opening his eyes wider for just a second, he turns his face to the side and spits the cap out harshly as it lands out on the floor. “Great.” He scoffs as he walks over to the side and leans back against the wall of the waiting area.

Standing with his arms crossed, he stretches his neck out as he gleams down from beneath his black baseball cap. With a white tee and a pair of straight jeans, the man’s frame could be made out just slightly as his muscle definition peered through the material of his shirt, yet it was loose enough to remain subtle in its display of his body. He was tall and looked incredibly intimidating. With only the hue of purple in his hair, peeking out from below his baseball cap, no one else dared to look long enough at the man’s face, for the moment he tilted his head back and showed off his shiny beaded eyes, there was an instant chill issued along with his frightening glare.

(Pls ignore the mic. This picture was too fitting bc…well…arms. That’s why.)

“Stop it, please!”

Turning his head over, he witnesses a pair of brute college boys, along with a woman who seemed to be of the same age, all harshly grabbing and pushing a frail girl inside the café.

“Please I told you….I don’t have money.”

“Bullshit.” The female spatted. “Now, you know our favorite drinks, so get in line and get us our drinks.”

“But…I’m not lying. I hadn’t gotten paid yet, and you took the last of my money…..please. I’ll buy you lunch and coffee as soon as I get paid.”

“Noooo…you can order the drinks, and if you’re really broke then you can stall up the line and maybe make a scene, to distract everyone, so we can go to the counter and take the mobile orders waiting for pickup.”

“Please don’t….I can’t……”

Grabbing the girl by her arm, the much dominant female drags her inside the ladies restroom. The two brutes make their way over to a seated area as they wait.

A few moments went by, and the pair emerged out, only this time, Heeseung noted a change in the submissive female’s hair.

With the short and neat bob cut that she had adorned, with her bangs trimmed right above her brow, he gained a vantage point of the view firsthand, all thanks to his height. There, the poor girl stood with the very top of her head displaying a most unflattering hair style. The top layer of her hair nearly all gone, burnt off, with only an inch length that spiked right up towards the ceiling from lacking length and flexibility.

Flickering a lighter repeatedly and blowing over the top of it, the dominant woman slyly walks over to meet with her two friends, smirking as she takes pride in her work. Heeseung continued to watch, and glared as the three sat at the table, all watching the poor girl as she stood with that atrocious look. With tears streaming down her face, she merely took in her breaths as she stood, trying to gain composure and abide by the trio's demand.

He hated those types of people……the weak…the ones that allowed themselves to be pushed around, never doing anything to strengthen themselves. How annoying. The only thing he hated more than those types, were the spoiled, the sullied, the rich and the greedy, the ones that looked down on the weak and the useless and abused their families influence.....like the three at the table. In fact, he hated them so much......he enjoyed using his toys on them whenever he found himself triggered.

Grabbing his phone, he initiates a conversation with someone…..

Inserting the phone back in his pocket, he turns back to look at the victim, who remained standing a few feet away from the entrance, quietly and faintly sobbing.

“For crying out loud…just get out. The door is like…right there, girl.”

Mentally irked at how the girl remained frozen still, he drafted up the energy to set aside his annoyance and was prepared to confront her on his own and force her to leave, saving her the harassment by the ruffians who clearly made a habit of tormenting her. When all of a sudden…..

"Welcome to *name of your favorite cafe*." the baristas all greet as the young woman enters through the door.

Walking in to the setting, you donned a pair of black leggings with a black low crop, long sleeve to top to match, along with a green baseball cap that kept all your hair bundled up. Entering, you noted the frail stature of the girl before you, yet it hadn’t been apparent that she was upset until you went to walk pass, trying to make your way in the line. Once you were side by side with the younger and much shorter girl, you glanced over and paused in your steps, noting the streams down her cheeks. Taking a closer look, you saw the terrible cut she had on the top of her head, as if her locks were mauled off by an animal. As you observed the top of her head, you smelled the faint scent of burnt hair around her presence.

Overhearing the impudent laughter coming from a table that was across the other side of the café, you looked back at the girl and grew heavy lidded at the sight, unaware that your actions were being watched the entire time, as you had caught the eye of a very intrigued male standing off to the side, a few feet up ahead.

He observed quietly, watching as walked up with grace in every foot step. Your figure was so delicate and divine in the tight athletic wear you donned on, yet your face and hair remained hidden much like his, due to your hat. Yet the moment he saw you look down at the sobbing girl, his eyes widened, and his mouth slightly gasped open at the sight that took place when you reached up and gently took off your cap.

Your long hair falls gracefully and dresses the curves and shape of your breasts, your face was both foreign and enchanting, you were the most amazing thing he's ever seen. You gazed at the line up ahead, not even noticing the tall handsome stranger that was gawking at you off to the side; the moment he had cleared vision of your eyes, he was done, he was sold. He was beyond intrigued. He didn’t know what was happening, but there was something growing inside him that never was there, it was a sensation that instilled a craving in his gut.....he wanted to see more.

Despite all the pretty’s he’s had, where so many women who threw themselves at his feet, none have ever caused this stir of echoing emotions that was eating him alive. Each girl he's ever had, all desperate for just an ounce of his attention, would get but one night of pleasure, and experience the cruelty of his selfish nature as he never bothered to call or message any of them back. To him, they were just pretty little things for him to use, nothing more. He never once developed anything beyond the requirements of his sexual and physical needs, and yet here you are....defying the laws of his physics and mentality……so different….so very different.

You took your cap and gently placed it on the girls head, never minding what she may have felt about in concerns to hygiene, yet it would seem that the abhorred haircut was something that took precedence over the matter of feelings, so you went ahead and gently placed it on top of her head and watched as she turned to look up at you, taking in the soft smile you issued back at her.

With a grateful countenance, the girl began to cry once more as she felt overwhelmed by your kind gesture, in which you nodded softly.

“Care to have coffee with me?” You asked the girl.

Nodding rather enthusiastically, she poked her tiny hands through the overbearingly long sleeves of her oversized cardigan sweater dress and reached for your arm. You took her in and wrapped your arm around her shoulder as you held onto your phone and wallet in the other. Walking up to the line side by side, you issued a stern look over to the ruffians that preserved the table, noting the look of irritation in their faces. Despite their abhorrence of the matter, they remained distant and eventually found that you weren’t going to leave the girl’s side, and end up taking their leave.

“Do you need me to walk you home? Bus station? Or maybe to the train?” you asked.

The girl sipped on her coffee drink and began to converse with you, all the while as you two remained seated. Not once did you notice a pair of eyes had remained glued to you, along with an infatuated smirk.

After waiting at the bus station for the girl’s ride to arrive, you bid her farewell and best of luck before heading home, never knowing of the tall, dark and handsome man that inconspicuously followed you.

He remained distant and unnoticed but kept traces on you as you took your turns, crossed streets, and even went into a boutique for just a moment to pick up some hosiery for the young girl. As it turns out, during your conversation with her, you found out that she was attending the same college you had graduated from a few years ago, recalling as she told you that she had just started her first year. The idea of a first-year student being bullied broke your heart, so you figured it would be nice to get her a small gift and stop over at the college to pay her a visit, and check up on her.

“She says she likes to wear skirts and dresses a lot, so maybe I’ll get her some assorted stockings. That might cheer her up, oh and another hat, just until her hair grows back.”

Thinking of the girl, you grabbed and paid for the items, before heading back on route to your apartment. Entering the main lobby of the residential building, you stopped over where the mailboxes were located. Placing in your key, you opened the small latch door and reached into the small square opening in the wall that had displayed your apartment number, located on the tenth floor. Peering in as he enters the lobby, Heeseung places his phone next to his ear, giving off the image that he was engaged in a phone call, all the while he sets his sights on your mailbox from afar, never once breaking his gaze from it. It was hard, since he desperately wanted to continue to watch you, yet it was crucial for him to remain staring at your mailbox, just up until you closed and locked it, before making your way over to the elevators.

Maintaining the stare, he walks over to the corner, eyes never leaving the small square. As he breached closer, the placard could be made out at close sight, it contained your apartment number, your first and middle initial, followed by your last name.

1004 First initial. Middle initials. Last name.

Shifting his sights over to the elevators, he walks over and dings in for the next carriage to take him up to the tenth floor.

Arriving on the top level, he walks through the narrow corridor, one side of it displaying tall windows to view the neighboring buildings and open sky. Following the unit numbers of each door that was distanced out from each other rather sparingly, he reaches the end of the hall and there, the last unit remained, apartment number 1004.

Sensing that you were just beginning your day, given that the time was early in the morning, he walks up to your door and notes the structure and design. It was so simplistic and lacked any sense of safety protocol in its feature, how could someone as wondrous as you be so careless to live in a place without exaggerated safety measures?

……..

Within the hour, you showered, got dressed, and munched on an English muffin along with your morning cup of coffee before grabbing your phone and wallet, heading off to work. With your light raincoat swooped over your arm, you gracefully walked over and dinged in for an elevator to bring you down to the floor level, unaware of the male that was lurking from around the corner, waiting for you to leave your apartment.

He waited for a solid twenty minutes, to ensure that you weren’t going to come back in. After noting the time, he breaches your door once more and reaches up to the top to grab hold of a thin strip of aluminum that he had slid in previously, all while you had been in the shower. Sliding it all the way to the inner corner, he bent to hook it over the top ledge of the top of the frame, so that it would remain in place. Based off his experience, gathered from his years of stalking many victims in the past, he knew, that out of human nature, you would never look up and discover the tool as you locked your door. At the most, a person may set their gaze at eye level as they enter or exit, but statistic will show that hardly anyone will ever tilt their head and look up since their eyes naturally are drawn to the knob as they lock or unlock a door.

Unhooking the aluminum strip from the ledge, he slides the piece as it remains in between the door panel and the frame, sliding it all the way down to the locking mechanism above the knob. From there, a simple turn of his wrist and bending the strip at an angle was all it took for the bolt to click over to the opposite side, unlocking it.

Entering, he noted the smell of lavender and orchid blossoms that filled the air. It was so pleasant and airy, so very fragrant. It was as if he was basking in the foreign fields of orchids and lavender in full bloom. Noting your chic and girlish furnishings, he smirked as he walked past your media stand, admiring the soft beige sectional that adorned your living room. Looking over to the TV, he saw some framed photos of family and friends, some of which had contained you posing with them, in which he would pick up and take a closer look.

“Damn she’s gorgeous…..”

He remained quiet until he cleared the apartment of any other inhabitants; roommates or family that may have been living with you, yet much to his delight, there were none. He then took the opportunity to go inside your bedroom, where your bed was nicely made. Sitting on the edge of your queen size bed, he leans into one of the pillows and takes a whiff of the scent, it had smelled just like your hair. It was of roses and chamomile, something that he never knew he would appreciate so much until now.

Standing up, he walks over to your vanity and notes your perfume bottle on display. Taking it, he releases the cap, and sprays it over his wrist to analyze the ingredients that made up the fragrance. It was a subtle scent, yet fresh with a hint of spring florals and just a tinge of fruity sweetness to it. It was heaven to him. Looking around, he opens up a few of the top drawers and finds exactly what he was looking for, your lingerie.

Noting the amount of lace in your collection, he smirks.

“Huh…..she likes lace….my kinda girl.”

Scouting through, he really wasn’t trying to get a pair of your panties, although the temptation was strong. Instead, what he was looking for was something that wasn’t obviously an undergarment, but something that he could always carry around and pull out of his pocket with ease….something like….

“Hmm….this will work.”

Grabbing on to a pair of lace gloves, he takes the right one and drenches it with your perfume, airing it out as he waves it around for a moment before he shoves it in his back pocket. Closing your drawer delicately, he looks over towards your master closet, and takes a peek inside. He flips the light switch on and smiles at the beautiful display of dresses, both flirty and sophisticated, while also admiring the neat display of folded jeans and tee shirts in the open cabinets decorating the wall. It would so appear, that you had a taste of casual chic fashion, yet had invested in sophisticated and elegant attire for work.

Flipping through all the hangers, his fingertips drag against each fabric, allowing him to take in the sensation of what you wear daily. God…..he wondered how you would look wearing something with frills and lace, or cashmere, or this one, a dress made of satin. Your body was literally the peak of ideal femininity, there was no doubt in his mind that whatever it is you put on, you would look stunning in it.

Walking deeper inside the closet, he notes a framed piece that was set on top of the cabinets, leaned up against the wall instead of being hanged up. It was your college degree, from the same college he was attending.

“Wow….she’s older than I am?”

Despite being in his last year of college, Heeseung was intrigued and grew even more fascinated about you. The fact that you were older, though you looked of the same age as him, even younger in fact, was something that only made him grow more obsessed with wanting to see and learn more about you. He continued his exploration and looked for any indicators of a boyfriend, or perhaps a fiancé. To his surprise, there were none.

“Beautiful girl like her….single? That’s just…..that’s insane…but I’m not complaining.”

Aside from seeing no signs of a partner, he was also delighted to see that you didn’t seem to be actively engaged in sex either, there were no forms of birth control nor were there any prophylactics. To be sure, he searched….thoroughly.

“So she’s a good girl then? Or maybe….she’s one of those ball-busting career types? Either way, I dig it.”

The thought of you preserving your body, how tight your womanhood must be from being untouched for God only knows how long, it greatly.......stimulated him.

After he had his fill in exploring your apartment, he exits and discards the aluminum strip. Taking out your glove, he sniffs it before entering the elevator. From that day forth, Heeseung had eventually found out where you worked, where you did your grocery shopping and found out that the café was your favorite spot every morning after working out, precisely at around 7 am. In between his classes, he managed to go out to ‘check’ on you as you made your way around to various spots for lunch or maybe did some quick shopping and run errands. No matter what time of the day it was, he made sure to see you at least once, making sure you were okay, that you were happy and not in distressed.

“There you are baby…..you seem like you’re having a good day today.”

“Hmm….why do you look a bit ticked off? Who pissed you off today? Fuck I wish I knew….I’d make them regret it…….please smile…smile for me baby.”

“Awww….my girl likes pastries….what are those? Macaroons? You like macaroons baby girl?......When you’re mine, I’ll give you the world and whatever you want. How does that sound?”

With all his mental thoughts on you and the constant check-ups, he fell harder and harder, it was unreal to him. He wanted to know and see more….he wanted to hear more….he wanted more.

His approach was well thought out and planned. You didn’t have to know what he had done in the past…even though he hadn’t dipped into his habits since the day he saw you in the cafe, yet the fact remained that he had a closet full of skeletons that he wasn’t necessarily ashamed of, for all those times it brought him relief and was a reprieve for him. But he didn’t want to scare you…he didn’t want you to know about what he did for obvious reasons. All that mattered now was for you to get to know him….as the man who was falling in love with you, despite you being unaware of his existence.

After weeks of stalking and admiring you from a distance, he figured today would be perfect to put his acting skills to the test and “accidently” bump into you, all in the effort to start up a conversation. From there, he would use his charm and tenacity to get by and push through any barriers you would set up, all so he could get in and make you his. He had everything mapped out in a systematic approach…..but he never got the chance to put it to use.

Watching as you were grabbing coffee during your lunch hour at your favorite cafe, Heeseung remained in his car, ready to step out and put his plan to action, yet took a few minutes to enjoy himself as he nonchalantly rubbed his bulge. Staring at the way you moved, the way you smiled, laughed, walked and admired each building as you made your way inside the coffee shop, you looked far too wondrous for him to not touch himself. Gently rubbing his fingers up and down, he took a series of gulps as he became hot and bothered, faintly panting as he leaned into his seat and watched you delicately swing the door open and entered in the building.

“Oh God…..my fucking girl…just…..who are you?....What are you? Where do you come from? What place exists…that makes someone like you?”

Finding his breath stolen by just the sight of you, Heeseung's mind begins to drift off and he wondered how you must feel with him inside you. How your skin must feel pressed against his, and how you must taste like.

"I bet she tastes like candy.....fuck girl....the things you're doing to me....I just wanna...."

*Ding*

Suddenly, his eye catches on to something that snapped him out of his dazed state of passion. There was something.....someone that taking an interest....with you.

"Who the fuck.....?"

Straightening his posture, Heeseung became overly alert as he witnessed the man's head trailing right after you as you walked in, placing no situational awareness in his setting as he stared at you....hard. Nearby, was female who noted your stops and also followed you closely, while occasionally sending a nod to the large man that seemed to be craving you just as much as Heeseung was. It was evident by the way he stroked his chin and gasped his mouth open, while occasionally rubbing his crotch under the table nearby, licking his lips in the process.

"Mother fucker....."

Cursing himself, Heeseung quickly sends a new text to a friend, one who would be able to help him out in this situation. With his focus on the male perpetrator that was eyeing you down, Heeseung spared no effort in taking his sights off him, leaving the female open and unsighted......but not for long.

……..

Setting his gaze back at the man that eluded manners, ones that Heeseung could easily identify…..the behavior display of stalking and tracking, methods that he himself had used to follow you home the first day. However, unlike Heeseung, the large man was sloppy in his technique. He was following too close and wasn’t at all inconspicuous, instead, he was openly staring, walking behind in short distance, and made no effort to distract his intent by any means. It was as if the man was starving for you to the point where he couldn’t control himself. Had he been watching you the whole time? If so…..how did Heeseung not notice? Was he too enamored by you that he grew complacent of your surroundings?

He watched as you walked back into the building of your place of work. For hours, the man stood off into a nearby alley, lurking in the shadows, occasionally dipping into the cafe and sending out messages. No doubt the recipient was that female accomplice of his. Remaining in his car on the other side of the road across the building, Heeseung watched the man like a hawk, clenching his. If only the man wasn't in a public setting, Heeseung would have followed him back to his residence and took care of him before you would even leave work.

"Asshole......fucking leave her alone....I swear if you touch her...."

Widening his eyes and glaring at the man from afar, Heeseung bit down on his lip, puncturing skin.

Finally, after a long night and putting in some overtime, you walked out with your coat and purse in hand, obviously exhausted from the long day. The sun was beginning to set and the street was remote and nearly empty, with only a couple passing by making their way towards the opposite direction.

Walking on the lone street, with the darkness of the night casting in and the streetlights barely turning on, you minded your own when the sound of a female voice reaches out for you.

“Excuse me, miss?”

Turning around to face the female whose voice was in question; you barely got a response out when a sudden cast of solid darkness clouded your vision.

Eyes widening and his heart getting heavier by each second, Heeseung watched as the man cast an empty sandbag over your head and dragged you away to a nearby car. Muffling your screams and taking advantage of your blinded state, he overpowers your quick and panicked movements as you kicked, screamed, and reached above and over your head, banging his face with a closed fist. You put up a good fight, and for a moment, Heeseung watched and a spark of hope ignited in his heart as he jolted forward in his seat, watching as you laid a good solid hit right on the man's nose.

"Yes baby, just like that.....come on baby....hit him again!"

Yet in the end, the man was far too large and managed to restrain your wrist with a single hand as he fully detained you by injecting your neck with a drug that placed you into a deep state of unconsciousness. All the while, the female accomplice walks away with a smug flare.

"I'll fucking kill you.....both of you."

He could have confronted and taken you away right then and there, if only had it not been the presence of patrol units that came the very moment the kidnapper had tucked you into the backseat of his car, appearing harmless as he gets into the driver seat. With the female accomplice nearby til the very end, appearing to be armed with a hidden weapon in her coat pocket, Heeseung had no choice but to wait out for the perfect moment to strike. As much as he hated seeing you handled in such a way, he knew….that in just a little bit, not only would he take out the pent up anger and rage that formulated after witnessing the display of your kidnapping, but you’ll be able to see that it was him that saved you.

“Alright…fucking piece of shit. Let’s go.”

Trailing the man’s car, Heeseung follows and remained every so vigilant in being undetected.

Arriving at the final destination, Heeseung watches as the man’s car turns into a long and narrowed dirt path, straying off into a massive amount of acreage land. Following behind, Heeseung observed as the man parks in front of an old house, with a pair of windows set on ground level, indicating there was a basement. No doubt in Heeseung's mind, just from his own experience with murder and violence, he knew that the kidnapper would have a set up already stationed inside. Carefully observing as the man took your unconsciously limp body inside in such a haste manner, Heeseung felt his body fueling with chaos and a thirst for blood and torn limbs....he was triggered. His veins no longer pumped blood, it was gasoline....fuel.....fuel to burn the fire within his soul to do the very things onto others that not even the worst criminal could ever think of.

Watching the man's movements, Heeseung’s grip tightened over the steering wheel as he rested his chin in the other, a few seconds, he started to tap his fingers along the lining of the wheel before he got out of his car and walked over to his trunk. Opening it, he takes out a crowbar, one of the very many tools he carried…used for breaking entry or….to instill torturous pain on supple flesh. Walking up to the house, he remained stealth and continued to go unnoticed as he peeked in each window. Just as he suspected, while he investigated the basement, he watched as the man brought you in and tied you to a metal prep table, the same ones frequently used in cafeterias.

The moment the man left the room, Heeseung used the crowbar and pry’s one of the windows open, it was a smaller and slim, rectangular sized window, half the size of the standard measurements. Yet he effortlessly slid in, placing all those years of athletic training and dance practice to good use. Gently closing the window upon entry, he scouts the area, ensuring that it was still clear and no sound of movement could be heard on the other side of the door.

Setting his vision on you, he makes his way over to the table and there, for the first time, he got to admire you up close and personal. He got to feel your breathe brush against his nose as he leans in to take a closer look.

“Oh fuck……” he slightly gasped out. He couldn’t believe his eyes, you were far more enchanting up close, especially since he took note that you didn’t have a face plastered with makeup, you had been walking around this entire time with a fresh and youthful face. Leaning in, he gently nuzzles his nose against your ear, not at all concerned about the culprit that brought you to this horrid place, since Heeseung knew, he could take him with his bare hands alone. He could take on anyone if it meant keeping you safe.....and happy.

Shoving his nose in the nook of your neck, he takes a deep inhale of your scent. You smelled just like your perfume, the one he sprayed on your glove and took with him everywhere he went. Standing back and upright, he releases a deep breath as he gently caresses your face. A soft smile, faintly appears as he strokes your cheek, brushes your hair, and rubs your lips with his thumb.

"Just what am I going to do with you? Hmm?.....My beeeeautiful girl......my pretty pretty girl....my sweet girl. You just have a knack for catching stares.....even from bad guys like me and the idiot that brought you here.....don't you? ......Its not your fault though.....you were born so precious.....you don't deserve to be here....you deserved to be loved...to be taken care of....to be spoiled.....I'll show you what that's like after I take care of him, how does that sound?"

…….

Twenty or thirty minutes later, you finally woke up. In a panicked state, you looked around and saw that the room was coated with cement flooring, and was stark empty as it lacked any furnishings, aside from the metal table you were on, and a couple of tall metal tool cabinets. Your breathing was steady, you had done right to remain composed as you tried to figure your way out of this mess........but it all escalated the moment your kidnapper walked in.

Hiding behind one of the tall metal cabinets that was a few feet off to the side from the table, Heeseung listened in on everything the man said to you, which further heightened his rage.

“Go ahead you piece of shit….keep talking…keeeeeeep….fucking��talking.”

Noting your breathing increasing to a panicked state, he peeked over around the edge of the cabinet to look at you. The hopeless expression on our face combined with the deep heaves of your chest and your delicate beauty tainted by the fear of the man before you, it all had shattered Heeseung’s heart to pieces.

“I know baby…I know……don’t worry. I’m not going to let him do anything to you. Trust me....I know him better than he knows himself."

…..

“Oh….I love that look of fear in your face….its the most beautiful face I’ve ever seen…God…you’re perfect aren’t you? And…oh.....keep breathing like that….it makes your breasts look so nice as they rise up. I can't wait to add them to my collection, they'll be my number one."

Hearing the man speak to you in such a manner caused Heeseung to ball his hand into a fist once again. Gripping so tight, his fingernails dug into the flesh of his palm, slightly breaking skin as the residue of thin blood laid dormant under each finger nail.

“Mother fucker….I’m going to tear your face to pieces.”

Watching as the man scattered around, eventually settling on a reciprocating saw tool, Heeseung watches as the man taunts you, further aggravating his rage.

"Oh you piece of fucking shit...don't you dare..."

"Maybe…since I have a tourniquet here, why don’t I just take a piece off your kneecap…that way it’s not taking too much….I need to preserve you for as long as I can so I can enjoy you….savor the moments. I’ll take off a piece…. stop the bleeding and wait for you to calm down and then we can continue…..how does that sound?”

Flipping on the switch, the man held the tool in a steady grip as he placed his other hand over your stomach, preparing to cut into you.

"Hold still, this will hurt only for a little bit....you'll go into shock and well....you wont really feel much until I cut something else off." The man states while displaying an enthusiastic smile. "I can't tell you how much I've been waiting for this moment.....y/n...."

"That right?....."

...................................

The sound of the motorized tool filled the air, yet it was not accompanied by screams of pain or a torturous laugh. You opened your eyes and saw that someone.....was inside the basement......someone other than you and the man who took you.

Heeseung truly did save you, not only from death, but from things that were far worse than death itself. However, the manner of how he did so was….terrifying.

“Well now….what should I take off first, hmm?” Heeseung remarked, mimicking the man's words used earlier to you, only Heeseung's tone was far more eerie and dreadful.

At that moment, what you saw Heeseung did to that man was the most gruesome display of heroism that you’ve ever witnessed. If you could even call it heroism....considering the turnaround wasn't entirely in your favor. When all was said and done, you watched as he came closer to you, hands coated in blood with blotches of it decorating his neck and chin.

He touched you. He caressed you. He whispered into your ear….it was sickening…yet words and tone was sweet and loving, which on the contrary, it only made you more terrified of him. Just what was his deal? You couldn’t make any sense out of his behavior, because as far as you were concerned, the man was a lunatic, yet the way he acted towards you.....it was sadistically romantic and compassionate.

When the words he coaxed and whispered out of his mouth, you realized.......you were saved by an evil man....by another evil man….

“Let me fuck you.”

Twisting and turning around, you screamed and panicked. “Get away from me! Don’t…don’t! Please don’t!” you managed to turn your body over onto your stomach, gaining full sight of the rope that bound your wrists together. With your chest plastered to the table, you desperately tried to untie your restraints, when suddenly you felt the weight of his body softly pressing against you, completely blanketing you from behind.

“Stop! Get…get off!” you turned your face away to the side as you felt him lean in and nuzzle his nose against your hair. Extending his hands forward, he reaches up and grabs on to your wrists, still tied by the rope. Pushing his weight on you, he caused you to become unstable with your movements, leaving you no slack to move. He remains nuzzled against your neck, breathing deeply, releasing the hot vapors of each exhale onto your ear.

“Calm….down….you need to calm down beautiful.”

Breathing deeply, hysterically sobbing, you somehow found yourself calming at the way he issued his words. His tone was calm yet demanding and firm. Somehow, it gave you a sense that he wasn’t going to hurt you…at least not in the same manner as your kidnapper.....but still…..

“I’m going to take you home……we’ll get you cleaned up, and maybe….talk….for a bit? Hmm?” Pushing the hair away from your face, he places a tender kiss on your cheek. Your breathing began to escalate once more as you felt yourself hyperventilating and the sobbing picking back up.

“Hey-heeeey…..calm……down…..you gotta stay calm baby. I really don’t wanna have to knock you out....especially after you just came back to consciousness.”

Upon hearing his subtle threat, you did your best to compose yourself, and seemingly you had succeeded, despite him continuously burrowing his face against your skin, placing soft and tender kisses onto your jawline, your cheek, and onto your neck. He even spoke out, murmuring as his lips remained in contact with your skin, sending out a myriad of tingles and uncontrollable euphoric jolts that found their way to your core, much to your dismay and disliking, yet you found yourself losing the fight against human nature and lost control of your body. What with him displaying the acts of soft tenderness….saving you from torture and death….and showering you with loving words, how could your body possibly physically abstract from his affection? Mentally you remained resisting, yet even that....was starting to break. Feeling desperate, you figured you would try and reach through to him by appealing to the soft and sensitive side he was displaying….

“Please…..please…….please don’t……if all of what you're saying....is real....then please……let me go…..just let me go home….” You softly spoke out in between each sobbing gasp. You did your best to keep yourself calm.

With a suckling kiss on your neck, the squeezing sound of his pursed lips pulling and sucking on to your skin as he gently pulls away bounces off the stark white walls. “You wanna go home baby?”

Nodding frantically, you started to sob harder but did your best to hold it all in, barely. Jutting out each word between your gasping cries, you responded with “Yes……yes! ….Yes…..I want to go home…..please….please just let me go home…..” the last bit of your words died down to an angelic tone of softness as you hung your head low.

“Okay…..come on baby….let’s go home.”

Shaking your head, your gasping sobs escalated for the last time as you found yourself in a verbal trap. “No! No stop! Let go! Don’t! don’t! doooooon’t…….” taking you, dragging you by the waist while you still remained bound by the ropes, he took you. Your screams echoed thought the halls as he led you out of the house and into his car, where he took you…..’home’.

Authors note: oooooh snap!

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