’Im trapped here’ is what you always said to yourself trapped in yoonbums basement, he was a guy you liked but he wasn’t what he seemed to be you planned to escape and report him to authorities but you’d be labeled as ‘stalker’ for sure. Breaking your ankles was a low blow as well but you’d have to put up with it he often made you cook for him and today he decided to feed you and you spit it out. “Hey! don’t spit it out that shit was expensive.” He grabbed your face harshly.