Good Morning, Sleeping Beauty.

My head felt groggy, and my eyes were reluctant to open. They just wouldn't, I felt so exhausted, and I'm not sure what from. I couldn't remember anything that'd happened... before this moment. Only did I recall..-

Swinging open, my eyes were drawn to the space besides me. The room was ice-cold, with a stench of blood, even after I'd had cleaned it earlier. That was what had triggered the memories, flooding back, as if it was merely a cruel dream.. not a nightmare, since it was with the man I loved, despite how crazy he truly was. Speaking of- where was he?--

"AH!" A swelling, hugely intense pain filled my body, coming from my ankles- oh god, god.. I had to peel my eyes back to simply get a peek at the gory sight. Mangled, unsightly, and absolutely not fit for movement. On the plus side, I was still completely clothed, so he hadn't tried anything just yet, not whilst I was asleep at least. My eyes squeezed shut after a while, whining escaping my lips, uncontrollable sobs filling my throat, tears that wouldn't stop trailed down my cheeks. The pain had been numbed briefly from my confusion and brief retrieval of my memories, but now... now it was all I could feel, all I could imagine. My legs... would they ever heal the same again? Will I be able to walk after this? Wait- will I even be able to get out of here, or will he kill me?

For some reason, the thought wasn't sad, no. It was pitiful. I was pathetic, had gotten myself into this situation to begin with, and yet... my unlimited infatuation for the man, Oh Sangwoo, was relentless. My heart still blossomed at the thought of his face, and my heart skipped a beat at imagining his words.. those words that really got me beyond happy. 'Sweetheart', was a favourite, even if often said sarcastically. Nonetheless, I couldn't hear anything beyond the thrumming within my ears, the pounding echo of pain that wouldn't escape my mind, my body, my soul. I felt betrayed, and yet, was just as insane as him to even consider staying despite everything. I could try to escape, but wouldn't he hate me, then?

Tears welled up in my eyes, and my heart hurt from the mere thought of escaping this cage he'd maintained in secret, all for me. Unless, of course, he felt the need to drag any other women down... just like that one from before, the fully nude lady I'd killed just to make him.. no, both of us happy. Did this mean he felt nothing for me, needing another woman to be here for him, whenever he needed to relieve himself?

A squeak escaped my mouth, discouraged by the thought, jealous, even-- wait, the squeak wasn't me. It was the small door that led inside, the one that allowed some light to slip through, soon covered by the broad build of the man I loved.. feared.. hated.. the one that had gotten me into this mess, yet the one I wanted to give my heart, body and soul to anyways.

"Y/N, you are finally awake. Do you realise how lazy you are, to have been asleep? Stupid, even, for willingly sleeping in my house after... everything." His malicious gaze was almost luminous in the near-pitch-black darkness.

Did he... hate me?

I couldn't help but let more tears spill over the edges of my eyes, squinting, as my hands raised to cover my face like before.

"Y/N, remove your hands, don't make me ask twice--" He was cut off by my abrupt scream.

"WHY?! WHY DO YOU HATE ME, EVEN AFTER I KILLED THAT GIRL!" I couldn't control my rage, even if this situation was very fragile, I felt... pain, emotionally, and physically. This man, did he truly love me, or had it all been fake - this entire time?

He seemed to go silent for a brief moment, before his cat-like steps were directed towards me, and he knelt down infront, a hand placing on one of my swollen ankles. I let a strangled yell escape my lips, quick to cover my mouth, teary gaze studying him.

'Good morning to you, too.' Were the words I'd wished he'd said, though were the complete opposite. 

"You think you can speak to me like some... inferior being? Someone less than you?" His words were almost a hiss, hatred filled his tone of voice, as his face loomed closer to mine. I couldn't bear it, his intense stare was too much, so my own eyes squeezed shut and my head turned away.

"You're... y-.. you're scaring.. me.. S- Sangwoo..." I whispered, raising up my arms to cover my face, shivering from the overwhelming fear this man had inflicted within mere moments. He seemed to hesitate for a short time, until he gripped both my wrists and lowered my frail arms swiftly, swooping in to kiss me.

His teeth dug into my bottom lip, eventually drawing blood as he tugged aggressively. I felt his tongue slide across, as if licking it up, until it penetrated my mouth and he was searching every inch of my mouth.. it was a little scary, though certainly one of the most intimate moments of my life, and I wasn't about to waste it by being a little bitch. My hands raised to grip the back of his neck, eyes closing slowly, his body pressed closer up against me - against the cold wall behind me. I trembled gently from the abrupt feeling, he seemed to notice, and drew back whilst panting gently, eyes hooded.. filled with lust.

"...God, you're disgusting. Such a whore." He whispered, making my eyes widen, utterly... ashamed, with myself, for giving in to such a simple gesture. My hands dropped from around him, chest heaving, as I let out a whimper of pure embarrassment.

"...I- I'm sorry...--"

"You should be. However, I'm in a relatively decent mood, so I'll.. forget this, for now. Don't let this lewd side completely over-power you, else I really will cut up those pretty tits of your's up. I wouldn't want to risk another man craving you." He said that as if I'd even want another man, though the threat alone was enough to make me nod in agreement, him giving a brief stare. One that would melt my insides normally, turn me to mush, but right now... I was full of grief. My pride and my strength was being destroyed, crushed up, as if I was meaningless to the man of my dreams... or my nightmares, now.

I hadn't noticed he was still present, having gotten lost in my thoughts, until a hand placed against my revealed thigh. The skirt was certainly short, and his words had made me more self-conscious, my cheeks heating up as I tried to pull the thin fabric back down.

"Hey, now. Don't be so rejecting, you'll make it seem like I'm some sort of pervert - and, you don't want that, do you?" He whispered, close to my ear, leaning besides me as he bit down on the lobe, hand still snaking up my bare skin. I wasn't sure what to do... should I let him continue and be labelled a whore again, or stop him and potentially label him a perv?

His hand came to a stop as his fingers brushed against my panties, the tips tucking under the hem. "This is good, isn't it? Tell me how good it is, filth." Sangwoo's soft lips touched my cheek, tickling my skin as he spoke, and I wasn't sure how to respond... or if I even could, at least, not without becoming a stuttering mess. He'd turned me to putty, a flustered mess that was completely owned by him. I was reminded of how I was his, how I'd been his forever-

"TELL ME!" His free hand slammed against the wall besides me, the resounding yell going right through my head, and causing me to flinch and raise my hands to cover my ears.

"..y-yes, yes... it's..--" I was stopped by the tight grip of my panties, as if he were about to rip them clean off. No, he wasn't going to do that, it was a threat of what he'd do to me if I were to continue that sentence.

I decided to go quiet, and raise a hand to stroke my fingers through his hair, the bleached strands that had become oh-so familiar. Comforting. The centre of my love. He seemed to calm, the grip loosening, and his hand even removing itself and placed against the floor between my mangled legs. He pushed himself up and to his feet, eyeing the sight of my ankles, of which, had messily been entangled by bandages, clearly an attempt to help them heal in the future. The thought was sweet, and made me smile, even if subtle.

"You can't leave me, Y/N. Not ever. You wouldn't, you know nobody else would accept you.. especially if they knew you were a murderer.." So, he was still holding that girl against me.. whatever, that didn't scare me, I had no intentions of leaving him, anyways.

"I... don't.. want to leave you, S- Sangwoo..." I mumbled, teary gaze raising to meet his as he stood, slightly baffled, though unnoticeably so, if I hadn't known him relatively well regarding his facial expressions.

He didn't respond, instead shook his head in dismissal, and stalked out of the room, looking a little dejected... as if, he wanted me to hate him. Did he want me to not want him anymore? I was so confused by this man's cognitive process, I couldn't wrap my head around it...

Regardless, I knew one thing. I wasn't leaving, not ever. I'd care for this scared little boy for as long as it took before he trusts me again, and trusts me enough to leave the house - even if with his company. In fact, that'd be preferable. If I never got to leave this place, then... that wouldn't be so bad, either, after all... I loved him, endlessly.

He is mine, and I am his. It will forever remain that way.