Dominoes. It seemed to have left a trauma. I pressed my fingers to my temples, feeling nauseous.
In the end, I found nothing. As I was about to close the damp, unpleasant storage space, something caught my eye. It was gleaming smoothly near the drainpipe. I had never seen it before, but I instantly recognized what it was.
I rubbed my eyes and looked again. It was a weapon.
I reached out and grabbed the hard barrel. Click. It moved, and I flinched, setting the gun down. How was there a gun here? I didn’t know what kind it was, but like all guns, pulling the trigger would fire a bullet.
I slowly reached for the gun.
My fingers brushed the smooth barrel, then lifted it, aiming directly at the window.
I tried to pull the trigger.
Honestly, it wasn’t a thought-out action. The magazine clicked as it rotated, and I squeezed my eyes shut. But unlike what I expected, there was no sound. The magazine was empty. Maybe there were no bullets at all. I fiddled with it, trying to figure out how to open the magazine, but I didn’t know how to operate it. After clicking and turning it this way and that, I finally managed to open it. Just as I was about to check inside, the front door rattled. The man had returned and was unlocking the padlock from outside. Startled, I dropped the gun to the floor. I swallowed hard and glanced toward the hallway. The door opened, and I heard the man enter.
In a panic, I picked up the gun and put it back where it was. I made sure it was in the exact same position and carefully closed the cabinet. Instinctively, I lay flat on the floor, hiding.
The man entered the bedroom first. He hesitated for a moment, then muttered to himself, “Ah, right. That’s how it was.” Then, he called out loudly for me.
“Siwoo!”
What would the man do if I didn’t answer?
Impulsively, I clenched my jaw and stayed silent. I lay behind the table, staring blankly at the wooden floor.
The sound of his footsteps approached, and the bathroom door swung open. The man checked the bathroom, then the toilet, and finally entered the kitchen. I reflexively held my breath to avoid being caught.
The man spoke in a voice laced with amusement.
“Playing hide and seek?”
I remained silent. The man burst into laughter. I didn’t know what was so funny, but he couldn’t stop laughing—until he abruptly stopped, chillingly so. He stood still for a moment, as if thinking about something, then tiptoed toward me, humming.
“Hide well, or I’ll see your hair.”
……
Was he serious? Did he really want to play hide and seek with me? I was desperate. Every moment was terrifying, yet he was so calm. Crazy bastard. Trash. I feel sick. My stomach churned with disgust. I covered my mouth and swallowed my saliva.
Before the man could reach the table, I quickly sat up. When I lifted my head, I met his gaze directly.
My voice trembled in surprise, but I answered calmly.
“I’m here.”
“Why come out already? I was going to find you.”
“It’s not fun.”
“I guess. Now that you’re bigger, it’s hard to play like we used to. I could see your toes from here. The way you were trembling, trying not to be seen—it was hilarious.”
He drew out his words and tilted his head.
Then, he slipped his hand under my armpit and effortlessly lifted me up. I slumped against him, as usual.
“Were you bored?”
“Just… yeah.”
“You drank cocoa.”
“……Yeah.”
He must have seen the empty mug in the sink. The man chuckled softly, gently stroked my ear, and kissed my earlobe.
“Only one cup a day. Got it?”
“Why?”
“Too much isn’t good for you.”
I dismissed his words about cocoa being bad for me as nonsense. The man led me out of the kitchen, down the hallway, and stopped in front of the bedroom. My hair, now long enough to cover my eyebrows, felt prickly. I narrowed my eyes and looked at the front door.
The door, still firmly shut, the one that had locked me inside, was in sight.
I must have entered through that door. Now, it was just a device keeping me trapped. Every time the man left, he locked the thick front door from the outside. The handle inside was only for pushing—it seemed the mechanism had been altered so that even if I turned it, the metal handle would spin uselessly without opening.
The only time it was unlocked was when the man was inside the house…
The man… was inside the house…
It was as if someone had struck me hard on the head. I widened my eyes.
The man holding me entered the bedroom, so I couldn’t keep staring at the front door, but the afterimage lingered in my eyes.
The man who had locked me in… was inside the house.
If the door could be locked from the outside when he left, then the opposite must also be true—it could be opened freely from the inside.
Why didn’t I think of that? I could just open the front door and leave.
I was placed on the bed, my dazed face cradled in the man’s large hands. He kissed my forehead.
“What are you thinking about?”
“I… I want to cut my hair.”
I blurted out the first thing that came to mind to keep him from reading my thoughts.
“It’s perfect as it is. You look good. Is your bangs bothering you?”
“Yeah. It keeps poking my eyes.”
What should I do? How could I distract him and open the front door to escape? I needed to be careful not to get caught. I had to make him drop his guard. While pretending to think of nothing, I muttered random words to hide my thoughts.
“If I leave it like this, I might go blind. I want to cut it.”
“Then I’ll buy scissors tomorrow, and we’ll trim your bangs then.”
“Why? I can cut it now.”
“It’s too far. If you really want to, this is all I have right now—do you want to cut it with this?”
He pulled a folding knife from his pocket. A knife. So that’s where it was. As he brought it close to my face, aiming at my bangs, my face paled. Suddenly, I felt my breath catch. My churning stomach flipped. I covered my mouth and bent over. I couldn’t control my convulsing insides.
The man put the folding knife away and called my name.
“Siwoo?”
His voice was the trigger. With a wook, I opened my mouth, and stomach acid splattered onto the floor.
I exhaled roughly. I didn’t understand why I had vomited bile. Just seeing the folding knife up close had made my stomach churn and my bile rise.
I wiped my mouth and looked up. The man’s face was cold and stiff. I couldn’t see his expression, but I knew what kind of face he was making. The man was angry.
Terrified, I stepped back slightly. The man seemed to hold his breath, then suddenly melted the cold atmosphere as if nothing had happened.
He gently held my face, kissed my earlobe, and whispered.
“Shall we have sex now?”
The enema proceeded as usual.
As his fingers probed my softened hole, pressing exactly where it felt good, I panted, enduring the slow, rising heat.
Today, the man was different. It wasn’t the usual rough sex where he would thrust his cock into my enema-loosened hole, forcing me to submit to the pleasure that followed the pain.
He relentlessly teased my swollen nipples, which trembled at his touch, and whenever he got the chance, he sucked and nibbled at my neck until my whole body flushed red.
His lips, which had been biting my neck, moved down to my chest, sucking in my nipple and areola. The sweet sensation made my eyebrows twitch sadly. A sigh-like moan escaped between my teeth.
“Ngh……”
Normally, I didn’t even notice my own moans, but today they sounded unusually loud. The moans I usually spat out in desperation, chasing the intense pleasure from below, now sounded strange in the quiet, drawn-out way they escaped. It didn’t feel like me. A different kind of deprivation from the pleasure I felt during his rough sex.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
