Seo-Joo hummed quietly as he opened the cupboard, seeing you curled up with broken arms and legs.

“Darl, if you scream, you will die.”

“If you move, you will die.”

Sang-Joo tilted his head, he’s looking into your withered eyes, even though they were withered, in his eyes you were always beautiful.

“But, if you admit that you love me..”

Sang-Joo stroked your hair gently, “I will take care of you, my Doll.” He said , with a grin on his lips