he's crazy

he's fucking crazy

you didn't even know him. he brought you here; yes, he's your captor. but he's insane. he doesn't want to steal your belongings, he doesn't want to force you into sex, he doesn't want to call your family and demand ransom money. none of that.

Sangwoo wants you with him until you die.

he proved it to you when he broke your ankle with a sledgehammer and then bandaged it himself. he proved it to you when, instead of making you sleep in the basement for long, he let you sleep in his bed only after a week of keeping you there. he used to make you eat at a separate table, but eventually, he let you eat with him.

he proved it when he kissed your scars.

you tried everything. you tried poisoning him with rat poison, but it backfired, because he made you eat it first. and he took care of you when you vomited for a whole day.

when you were in the car, he leaned down and nuzzled his head against your chest, you leaned away, just slightly, and and he went back to driving when the traffic light turned green.

you tried to escape when he left and you were all alone, only to find him sitting outside the door listening to music. he let you cry, opened the door to the street so you could crawl out and scream for help, he yelled along with you, but no one came. and he carried you back inside after a while even though you kicked and insulted him.

Sangwoo's crazy.

and this is just another night, after he showered you and gave you his clothes. it's normal for you now. you can even hear cars passing outside Sangwoo's bedroom window. it's hard to believe. no one knows what goes on inside these walls. and nobody is going to help you.

"do you love me?"

Sangwoo whispered, lying next to you on his bed. he was on his side, and he had been watching you for a while now. that bandage around your neck? it was your fault. you made him angry before. so he shouldn't feel guilty. but he seemed... worried, or disappointed, but who knows what's going through his head. after a few moments, his face returned to a neutral, blank expression.

there is only one correct answer to his question, you always say it right. almost always.

he let out a single dry, humorless laugh.

"i wonder... if you're telling me the truth."