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The pain is excruciating. both physically and mentally. There is no measuring of the anguish that the man has been put through.
His wrists have developed angry purple rings from where the man has been forcing them against the mattress.
He wants to cry out to someone. Someone who can save him.
Mr.Joo is the only one he can think of. But if he were to see him like this, he'd be disgusted for sure; he'd hate him for an eternity.
A fist to the face is what snaps Dan out of his thoughts.
"What are you thinking about, slut!?" Dan's ears are ringing. The man above him is awfully angry. His fingers are digging into the smaller man's cheeks, forcing Dan to look up at the monster above.
He just stares glossy-eyed, not uttering a word, even he doesn't know what he's thinking about. Is it escape, survival, an imaginative savior, or death? A permanent escape. He regrets not going through with it earlier when the chance was there.
The monster presses his lips on top of Dan's. Forcing a kiss on the already violated man. He tugs and bites at his lips, drawing out droplets of blood that get smeared down his neck as the other moves down towards his collar bone, biting him again and again.
Until it suddenly stops. The man leaps off of him and scrambles to find something from his jeans. A phone.
He shoves the device to Dan's face and starts recording the state of the man's body laid out in front of him. He's grinning ear to ear; the idea of what he's going to do with the video is making him giddy like a child.
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It's late at night once Jaekyung gets back from the gym. The streets are quiet, the late-night air feels fresh, circling through his tired lungs. He's wondering how Dan's doing, did the meeting with the therapist go well, did he go out for a walk as he'd advised. He misses the older man already. He's become highly dependent on him, much without realizing it.
He arrives at the apartment and, stepping through the door, he notices that the house is dark. Is Dan asleep?
Jaekyung ended up going from room to room checking for Dan. The apartment is void of any living being, not a sight of the aforementioned man.
Jaekyung sits down on the living room couch, rubbing his temples, trying to will his mind to figure out where Dan might be. Is he still out? He wouldn't go out for that long this late, would he? It's dangerous. Has something happened to him? Can't be.
He suddenly feels his phone vibrate in his pocket. A notification, could that be Dan?
He unlocks his phone and takes a look at the notification bar. Unknown number. Who would message him at such a time in the night, much rather a stranger. He clicks on the notification, which takes him to a private chat with a short text to which a video is attached.
"The boy truly is amazing. I hope you don't mind me borrowing him." What does this mean? The boy? The heading image is blurry, which hinders him from recognizing the subject in said video. He has a bad feeling about it, Jaekyung is not exactly sure he wants to find out whom the the boy is, he should be mad for just because someone 'borrowed' him.
It takes a moment for the video to load and boot up. When it does, there is a crude site welcoming him. The battered body of a young man is laid out in front of the videographer. The boy is badly beaten, his whole body covered in bruises and wounds that are still fresh.
Something about the person before him seems familiar, almost as if he knew him.
Soon enough, the camera is shoved into the battered and swollen face of the young man in question.
It's Dan.
Mr.Joo drops his phone in horror. How could this have happened? Who would do that? Why would someone do that? Why got hrough all this trouble to then just reveal it all?
His mind is trying to go through all of the scenarios of how could this have happened, but not a single conclusion seems believable. Then suddenly his phone starts ringing, it's the same person.
Jaekyung rushes to pick his phone up from the floor and answer the call. The stranger on the phone is quiet for a moment.
"Who the fuck are you?" "What do you want?" Mr.Joo is furious. He's yelling at the person on the other end of the line.
"Hey, hey! Is this really the way you greet an old friend?" The man on the other end laughs, seemingly amused by his accomplishment. "Jaekyung, do you really not remember me? Thats hurtful"
"Again, who the fuck are you and what have you done to Doc Dan?!" Mr.Joo is angry enough to rip the man on the other end to pieces with his bare hands.
"Bhhahahahahha, if you're really that desperate to find out who I am, meet me at the old gym. I know you remember where it is." "But first," There is a heavy amount of rustling from the other end until it suddenly stops, the man speaks up again."Come fast if you want your toy back. He's so good I might as well keep him to myself. Bhahahahhha" "Iunderestand why you were so obsessed with him, but now every time you have your way with him hes going to remember me, I'll make sure of that, don't worry." The creature keeps rambling as Jaekyung grows more and more furious.
The call disconnects.
Jaekyung turns to start running out of the door, tripping over the couch edge and falling onto the floor with magnificent force. He scrambled up as fast as humanly possible and ran out of the front door. Spamming the elevator buttons, hoping it would come faster.
Springing out of the elevator, he flung his car door open dending it on the support pole spaced right by the side of the car. He powered up the car engine and pressed down hard on the gas pedal.
His knuckles are strained withe from gripping the steering wheel so tightly. How could he have been so stupid? Why did he tell Dan to go out alone? He should have realized how dangerous it would be.
"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"