You couldn't help but stare perplexedly at him as you watched him sleep. His bare chest rose up with every steady breath he took. While one arm was flung over his eyes, the other laid limply at his side. His lips were parted ever so slightly. That's what did it. That's what made him look so innocent in that state of his.

How could a man so psychotic look so innocent?

That was the real question. Those lips of his - the same lips that kissed you hundreds of times were now the ones that spurted such horrible insults that degraded you even further than you ever deemed possible. And those hands... The hands that you once loved to feel all over your body were now the ones that left your body so utterly bruised and battered.

How could this man that you loved so much turn out to be so evil?

He was the man you were willing to throw your life away for and marry him. At one point, you wanted to have a family with him. It wasn't until you discovered that dreaded basement of his that everything turned south. You found yourself locked away and tortured like every other girl he had down there. Except he tortured you in a way that he never did with any of his other victims.

He kept you alive.

Alive just to wake up another morning realizing that you were trapped by the person you loved most. Alive to see that you no longer had any control over what would come next in your life. Alive but nearly dead inside.

As you kneeled beside his sleeping body, you held a pillow in your trembling hands. He never even bothered locking you up. He knew you were too weak - too afraid to do anything. Somewhere inside his twisted mind, he believed you still loved him even after everything he did to you. He kidnapped you, degraded you and abused you. But the worst part of all?

He was right.

After all of it, you did still love him. There would always be a part of him lingering in your heart no matter what he did. Even so, you knew what had to be done. What you needed to do in order to finally escape all this pain you were forced to endure. Without another thought, you forcefully pressed the pillow against his face with every last bit of strength you had left.

In an instant, his eyes were open and he was instinctively fighting to save his own life. His hands wrapped tightly around your wrists and attempted to tear you off of him. Although you adrenaline had already kicked in and was lending you the strength you never thought would be possible, it still couldn't beat his own strength.

Before you knew what was happening, you found yourself on your back while he was sitting on top of you. The pillow you once held in your grasp was now pressed tightly against your own face by him.

"You really shouldn't have done that, (Y/N)," Sangwoo whispered with a smirk on his face.

You didn't fight him even as the last of your energy was fading. He was slowly snuffing the life out of you, but that didn't phase you one bit. As your eyes rolled back just before you were about to die, you were happy.

Your plan worked.

You were free from the pain.