I ended up not going to work for an entire week. I spent most of my time either locked in the closet or the bathroom, depending on how pissed he came home. I clawed at the door as I believed I had started to develop a bit of claustrophobia. There were no windows, thus there was no form of light entering. Even the crack underneath the door was sealed. I was desperate to get out, even if I had to sacrifice my fingers in the process. I banged on the door, crying out for help, knowing no one could hear me. I felt myself slowly slipping back into the hollow doll I used to be.

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I lied down on the floor looking up at the ceiling and imaging things that clearly weren't there. The closet felt cold and empty. The door opened and a hum soon rang in my ears. "How's my precious angel?" He hovered over me then sat me up. "You're so obedient. I'll let you choose today. There's tickling, burning, and whipping." I looked at him blankly as it felt as if the closet was getting smaller. I started to weep uncontrollably. I wanted to get out of this hell of a space. "You're crying over getting to choose a punishment? You silly boy..." He ruffled my hair and I instantly flew into his arms. "I'll decide for you then. I'll burn you first then whip you." I wasn't listening. I just wanted to leave.

He sat me on the couch as I shook. I was happy to be somewhere more spacious, but I wasn't aware of the impending pain I'd feel. "Put this on." He fitted a gag onto me and caused fear to well up inside me. Just from this simple action, I knew it was going to be painful. "Back into the room." I frantically shook my head. I didn't want to go. "Now, or else I'll add more." I walked back into the room and was chained to the bed. He put a lighter close to my skin then proceeded to press it against my calf. It hurt like hell. The stench was overwhelming and I felt sick to my stomach. He continued to burn my flesh, tuning out my cries of pain. He turned off the lighter then touched a spot where he had burned me. "Perfect, now I'm just going to take off your shirt..." He cut it. Tears ran down my cheeks as the shirt Sunwoo had gotten me was now destroyed. "Chang, if you nicely repeat what I tell you without hesitation, I won't whip you." I nodded as my back was now exposed.

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Again. Pain seared throughout my back as he had whipped me. I couldn't gauge what was worse at this point. "Hm, I guess I went against my own rule. Oh well." Again. Again. Again. Again. I was positive that I had to have started bleeding somewhere. It wasn't exactly as smooth as I hoped. "Shit, you're bleeding..." I was glad he took notice, but didn't seem intent on doing anything about it. He snaked his arms around my neck and pressed his chest against my back. "Tell me, do you love me?" "Yes." His grip tightened around my neck. "Do you love me?" "Yes, Joon." He started to choke me. "I said, do you fucking love me." "I love you, Heo Hyunjoon." He loosed his grip then pecked my cheek. "That's what I want to hear. Say it again." He had me repeat it countless times and I felt as if I was being brainwashed to believe it. "Look at me." I slowly turned to face him. His smile was full of evil intentions and his eyes spoke nothing of saintly actions. "I want you to give a good performance today. I'm craving sex." He pulled me in for a kiss then lied me down on my back. The wound stung and so did my burns. He quickly took off my pants then sighed in satisfaction as he caressed my cock from the outside. "Does it feel good?" I wanted to voice my opinion, but it would only hurt me and the plan. "Yes, Hyunjoon." "Do you want Joonie to tease you? To fuck you senseless? To make you come multiple times?" I nodded wordlessly as pleasure had taken over my body. Even if my mind and heart didn't want it, my body did.

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He pounded deep and quickly into me, causing endless amount of moans to escape from my mouth. He played with my nipples often and would leave me starving for heavy and messy kisses. I was close to my climax, but I knew Hyunjoon wouldn't make it so easy. As I suspected, he pulled out then gave me a quick kiss before staring at my body. It glistened from the sweat that appeared on my body from our rigorous activity. "Beg." "How should I beg...?" "You know exactly what I want to hear." I looked at him with innocent and watery eyes. "Say it." "I want your throbbing cock in my fucking ass right now, daddy..." I wasn't surprised by the puke that rose into my mouth. I had never ever wanted to say those words again. "Good boy..." He started to pump me while giving my tip attention. I wanted him to take it whole. "Where do you want to come, my love?" He slowly and softly stroked me as he waited for a reply. "Mouth." "Mouth huh...Do you want me to swallow?" I nodded as I felt my body preparing to ejaculate.

I panted heavily as I came down from the high of my climax. He pressed his lips to mine and shared some of the cum he had yet to swallow with me. "You taste good, Chang." I stared at him blankly as I felt weak. "You're mine and I'll never let anyone else other than me touch you in such ways." I closed my eyes as he ran his hands over my body. "Sunwoo..." A tears had fallen out of my eye as I accidentally said his name. "What did you just say?" I opened my eyes then felt myself being seized by the throat. "I didn't say anything..." He slapped me then angrily left the room. I didn't know what was going to happen. Would I be whipped? Burned? Doused? He walked in with a bucket of water then set it on the nightstand. "I'm going to fucking drown you, you waste of matter!" He dunked my head in and the weight he put behind it was hard to break free from. "Sunwoo? Why does he come to mind? What sick, empty promises did he give you?" He continued to rant as I continued to lose air. I truly believed I was dying that night. I quietly thought a small prayer and hoped it'd reach someone, anyone. I wanted to live.