Chapter 64
I reached the front door in a single stride. I released all the latches and turned the doorknob.
Click-.
Click-.
Click- click- clickclickclickclick!!!
For some reason, the handle wouldn’t turn.
Like a firmly locked iron gate, the handle showed no sign of moving. Hyeon-woo’s face, flushed with exertion, turned bright red. I checked the locks again, but they were definitely all unlocked.
After wrestling with the doorknob for a while, Hyeon-woo finally gave up and changed targets. He moved towards the curtained window. It seemed someone had tampered with the door, and he intended to escape even if he had to break the window.
Swish-!
The beige curtain was dramatically pulled back.
“…….”
Hyeon-woo was speechless at the sight before him. His wide eyes were filled with horror. Where the window should have been, a dark gray cement wall completely blocked the space. Not a single ray of light could penetrate the solidly sealed area.
Hyeon-woo, dumbfounded, unconsciously took a step back, his legs giving way as he collapsed to the floor.
“…Crazy bastard.”
Like a madman, he ransacked the room, thoroughly searching for a phone, laptop, tablet, or any communication device, but couldn’t find a single one.
*
Tae-geon, returning late at night to where Hyeon-woo was, surveyed the messy state of the house with uninterested eyes. The food he had prepared before going out was tangled with the tablecloth, scattered messily on the floor. The spoons and chopsticks were clean. It meant he hadn’t touched them.
Tae-geon bent down to clear the dishes and wipe the floor. It was a wise decision that he hadn’t brought out any breakable porcelain dishes.
Even though he knew Tae-geon had returned, Hyeon-woo, curled up on the bed with his knees drawn to his chest, didn’t lift his head from his arms. Tae-geon, having tidied the room somewhat, approached the bed. Hyeon-woo’s shoulders were trembling.
“You haven’t eaten anything yet, have you?”
“…….”
“I’ll prepare it again, so eat.”
“I don’t need to.”
Hyeon-woo finally lifted his head and met Tae-geon’s gaze. His nose and eyes were red from crying.
“I don’t need anything, just let me out.”
“…….”
Tae-geon ignored Hyeon-woo, turning away. Unable to contain the rising anger at Tae-geon’s back, Hyeon-woo grabbed the nearest thing and threw it at him. The pillow Hyeon-woo threw hit Tae-geon squarely on the back of his head. Hyeon-woo’s shoulders heaved violently as he gasped for breath. His breathing was labored from the rage that choked him.
“…Vile son of a bitch.”
Hyeon-woo got off the bed and stood before Tae-geon.
“Open that door right now.”
“…….”
“Open the door!”
Ignoring him, Hyeon-woo rushed to the front door, pushing past Tae-geon.
Click- click-.
The door, which Tae-geon used freely, wouldn’t budge for him. Hyeon-woo frantically swung his fists.
Bang- bang- bang-.
A loud clang echoed from the metal door each time. Hyeon-woo’s bare hands, repeatedly striking the hard metal, quickly turned crimson. Tae-geon approached to stop him. Hyeon-woo flinched at Tae-geon’s presence behind him and sat down.
“Don’t touch me!”
“…….”
“It’s creepy!”
Tae-geon froze.
‘Isn’t that guy a little creepy?’
‘Creepy psycho.’
‘Did you see him earlier? I almost died of creepiness.’
Words he’d heard so many times in his life. Those words, which had never bothered him, pierced his mind the moment they came from Hyeon-woo’s mouth.
‘Don’t touch me! It’s creepy!’
It was a cry not of petulance, but of genuine feeling. Hyeon-woo’s eyes, directed at him, burned with contempt and hatred. Eyes that once shone with reverence and admiration.
His vision blurred. His breathing quickened, and his heart ached.
“Ugh.”
Tae-geon, unconsciously clutching his chest, let out a pained groan. Hyeon-woo, watching this, frowned and shrugged. Tae-geon’s condition was suddenly strange.
“…Choi Tae-geon?”
“…….”
“Choi Tae-geon!”
Tae-geon, gasping for breath, seemed to regain his composure at the sound of Hyeon-woo calling him, gradually calming down.
When Tae-geon’s head lifted, there was no trace of the earlier disarray. Like the calm before a storm, his eyes were darkly submerged, silently watching Hyeon-woo. As always, his eyes were unreadable.
The precariousness he’d shown earlier seemed like a lie. As Hyeon-woo began to regain his guard, Tae-geon’s eyes darkened further. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking. The darkly sunken black eyes felt like a bottomless swamp. Something slimy and ominous lurked within.
He had never seen Tae-geon like this before. This wasn’t the usual Tae-geon.
A belated alarm bell rang in Hyeon-woo’s head.
Danger.
Danger.
Instinctive fear overwhelmed Hyeon-woo. Tae-geon took a step closer to Hyeon-woo, who was backing away while sitting.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“…….”
“It doesn’t matter.”
He muttered something to himself like a madman, his voice so low it was hard to understand.
He scrambled back on his bare feet across the tiled floor, but was soon blocked by the sturdy metal door. There was nowhere else to retreat.
Tae-geon, with Hyeon-woo trapped in the corner, trembling in fear, looked down at him as if observing a lab rat in a cage. His expressionless gaze, devoid of warmth, made his hair stand on end.
Tae-geon slowly leaned down towards the terrified Hyeon-woo. His face came close, almost touching.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“…….”
Because you’re in my hands now, what could be more important?
Suddenly, Tae-geon grabbed Hyeon-woo by the scruff of his neck and roughly kissed him.
“Hup…!”
Like a fish thrown out of a tank, Hyeon-woo writhed violently, resisting with all his might. He bit down hard on Tae-geon’s tongue. A metallic taste of blood filled his mouth. As Tae-geon’s lips parted, Hyeon-woo pushed him away and desperately ran towards the table.
Hyeon-woo’s eyes widened in horror as he watched Tae-geon slowly get up. Tae-geon, licking his bleeding lower lip, turned around and smiled cruelly at him.
He was caught too easily. It wasn’t even a chase. Tae-geon’s sudden hand snatched Hyeon-woo from across the room and threw him onto the table. His movement was savage and ferocious, like a beast pouncing on its prey.
Tae-geon forcefully pushed between Hyeon-woo’s legs and began to undo his pants buckle. Hyeon-woo struggled wildly. Tae-geon held his arms with one hand, then picked up an apron hanging from a chair with the other.
He tied Hyeon-woo’s arms with one of the two strings of the apron, then secured it tightly to the table leg. Hyeon-woo tried with all his might to free his bound arms, but it was futile. Tae-geon immediately pulled down Hyeon-woo’s pants and underwear.
“…Don’t… do this.”
“…….”
“Tae-geon, don’t do this.”
“…….”
“Please, don’t do this.”
Hyeon-woo pleaded, trembling. Tae-geon’s emotionless gaze was terrifying. He had never seen Tae-geon like this before. Even on the night he lost control after drinking Morpho, Tae-geon’s eyes hadn’t been like this. His eyes, like a deep, black abyss that had swallowed his soul whole, stared intently at Hyeon-woo.
“…Ugh…!”
Tae-geon’s dry fingers immediately traced Hyeon-woo’s entrance. Hyeon-woo flinched at the cold fingers caressing his sensitive area. The thumb, rubbing over the tightly closed folds, began to forcefully push inside.
“Aagh!”
Hyeon-woo could feel nothing but pain from the foreign object forcibly invading his dry opening. He bit his lip, enduring the pain. The finger that had pushed inside stirred Hyeon-woo’s inner walls before withdrawing.
This was his first time having relations with someone outside of his heat cycle. And on top of that, thrown onto a table, his hands bound. It was practically rape.
Indignation, helplessness, and betrayal boiled into rage in Hyeon-woo’s chest. His eyes, flushed with anger, were red. His lips, repeatedly bitten, were swollen and red.
That alone was enough to arouse Tae-geon’s lust. His dick, exposed outside his clothes, was already half-erect. Tae-geon held his own center with his left hand, stroking it up and down, while simultaneously lifting one of Hyeon-woo’s legs with his right arm.
His dick, now even larger from the brief masturbation, touched the entrance of Hyeon-woo’s unprepared opening. It wasn’t even wet with precum, let alone properly lubricated. Hyeon-woo’s face turned as white as a sheet of paper.
“No! Don’t! No! No-.”
“…….”
“……!!!”
Hyeon-woo’s terrible scream echoed through the house.
