Kyungsoo's eyes slowly peel themselves open, and all he can hear are his shuddering breaths. It hurts whenever he takes a breath in or out and when he tries to sit up from where he lies on the floor, he hisses. His eyes widen, swimming in tears and he nearly shouts in pain. He can't move his left arm.
"Fuck." He cusses using only his right arm to prop himself up. The word sounds foreign to his own ears, his voice gravelly due to dehydration and not being used. His stomach rumbles painfully and the muscles cramp- craving for food. When was the last time he had eaten? How long has he been here now? Surely it's been over a year by now, hasn't it? He doesn't know. He doesn't even know if it's day or night. With trembling hands (due to exhaustion, hunger?) he slowly pulls up his shirt and looks at his once uniform skin to see that most of it is coated in blues and purples, his ribs now beginning to poke through his skin. He thinks of his members, his family. Of the argument he had with his brother because he was stressed. His heartbeat thuds louder in his chest, his leg muscles tensing as he gets up to his feet. He sways as he walks to the door, pulling on the handle. The room spins dangerously, the ground feeling as if it's turning beneath his feet. It's locked but he just wanted to check. He pulls on his hair in frustration with his right hand, trying to block out the horrific pulsing in his left arm. He walks around the room, panting a little while trying to find something to unlock the door.

He wants out. He needs to see his family, his friends. He doesn't want to die in here and that's exactly what's going to happen if he doesn't get out. He gets desperate, pounding weakly on the door with his right fist, then goes to screaming at the top of his lungs for help.
"Help me! Somebody help! Please! Get me out of-" He is silenced when he hears footsteps coming from upstairs, heavy boots thudding down each of the wooden stairs.
"Oh no. Oh no, no, no." He whispers to himself, scrambling to get away from the door. He falls on his front while trying to run back to the corner of the room, to his safe haven. He crawls but his breath hitches when he hears the collection of keys jingle as one is pushed through the lock. He finally reaches the corner of the room and huddles into himself, trying to look as small as possible. The door swings open so hard that it bounces off of the wall. The light is turned on and blinds the malnourished idol for a few moments, but during those moments he can hear the horrific thuds of Timberlands make their way over to him. He shudders visibly and huddles his knees to his chest.

*Warning! This next part contains violence so please do not read if you are squeamish or are sensitive to this kind of detail*

Iljung grabs the young idol by his hair, pulling him upwards and across the floor.
"Let me go! Stop!" Kyungsoo doesn't know where his courage has come from, but he is doing his all to fight the man off. Then he is kicked so hard in the stomach that he empties his stomach acid onto the floor next to him, the contents mostly just saliva. He groans as he wipes his mouth, sobbing as the acid burns his throat. The awful man laughs at him.
"You really are pathetic, you know that? You have too much energy, I don't think that you'll need food for a good few more days yet." He taunts, smirking.
"No! You can't do that! Let me go!"
"You haven't paid the full price for taking what I worked so hard on! The cost is your life, and I'm making sure that you pay it!" He ends his sentence by stomping on the thin man's chest, said idol unable to breathe for quite some time.
"Do you know how long you've been here for? How long your friends and family have had paradise for?" The man smiles, leaning down to talk to the gasping and bruised younger. He grabs his face, forcing him to pay attention.
"You've been here nearly two months and not a single thing has been put online, not a single police report has been filed. How do you feel? Knowing that nobody really cares, it must be tough. That's alright, you'll be put out of your misery in about a decade to come. Nobody will miss you because nobody knows you're gone." He finishes his speech, Kyungsoo's eyes unfocused, unseeing. His lip trembles and the man sniggers. He lets go of the idol's jaw.
"What? You thought that they loved you? That you were like their brother? No! They used you, they used you for fame, for views. Poor thing, you couldn't see that? But it was evid-"
"Stop it. Stop it! I know that you're trying to break me, that you're playing your games to make me believe that nobody cares. It isn't working. You won't be able to break me. Not for as long as I live."
"Oh? Where did this sudden fire come from? Oh well. You've given me a challenge now, but I always win. You'll see. I'll win whether you're alive or dead."

Iljung stalks over to the door, throwing it open before he walks out. Shuffling of cardboard can be heard and when he re-enters the room something metallic glints in the artificial light. He slams the door closed, locking it behind him. He points his knife outwards, threatening his victim.
"Do you see this or do you need your glasses? Maybe I can come closer to show it to you." He chuckles beneath his breath, drawing closer. Kyungsoo's breathing is erratic as he backs away into the corner. His back presses against the wall and tears cascade down his face, his heartbeat so loud he fears that Iljung will be able to hear it. The twisted man sighs contentedly, squatting down next to the paralysed younger and scraping the pointed blade against the concrete. He suddenly grabs Kyungsoo's broken arm, Kyungsoo screaming in complete and utter agony as he does so and Iljung slowly and dramatically brings the blade down to rest on his arm. His crazed gaze meets Kyungsoo's wide eyes and he digs the knife into the soft flesh, the metal biting deep. Rustic red wells to the surface, bursting the banks of his skin. It gushes down Kyungsoo's arm in a stream and he shouts silently, unable to even breathe due to the pain. Iljung moves over one inch and repeats the same slow process, the painstaking descent of the knife, the abrupt stab into the skin followed by a slicing action and then the wait for blood to spill. The process goes on for more than thirty minutes, the injured idol passing out after the fourth wound due to the pain and his hyperventilating.

He wakes up a few hours later, finding that he is strapped to the chair again, this time the door left wide open to taunt him, mock him, torture him. His arm burns white with pain even now and he bites his lip harshly to prevent himself from crying. The leather strap buckled around abdomen digs into his ribs, a few of which are fractured or broken. He hangs his head, and wonders: will he become broken too?

I'm so sorry for spamming you guys lol. I hope that you're all doing well and I love you all. I'm so lucky to have you guys and I hope that you all have an amazing day and a peaceful sleep! 🍪💕

Date: Sunday 25th November 2018

Word Count: 1326