*It had been a few weeks already. A few weeks that felt just like yesterday for you. The day you suddenly fell unconscious due to a sharp pain felt at the back of your head realising the once “friendly” and “empathetic” man you knew was only a facade for his true nature of the complete opposite.

You woke up with bandages around your ankles due to having them been broken with a baseball bat, seemingly aching from how much they hurt and new clean clothes that clearly weren’t your own. You had practically been kidnapped by Sangwoo yet after the first week of what seemed like pure torture he suddenly began treating you nicer yet it didn’t mean his menacing gaze wasn’t intimidating at times despite his now more gentle touch.

However he expected you to do housework, after all that’s what the house-wife does and to him, that’s what you were. Man or woman, it didn’t matter to him, you were now his housewife and did the cooking and cleaning. He expected nothing less, even if you needed a desk chair to get around due to your broken ankles still healing. You only stayed in the kitchen unless Sangwoo helped you to the bathroom to wash you or to his bedroom where he allowed you sleep with him in his bed. He even began letting you eat with him at the dinner table which was lucky since you normally had to eat on the floor.

The song “Killing me softly” came on the radio. When it did Sangwoo normally came back to check on you and see the cooking and cleaning you were doing. You could hear his footsteps growing closer until he came up behind you observing you, surprisingly feeling his hot breath grow closer to your neck as he leaned over to bury his face into your neck and feel your skin against his*