You were his victim, if only through the consequences of your actions.

Sneaking into his house had been the first mistake, but you loved him and only wanted to be closer to him. The last thing you expected to see was a woman gagged and tied up in his basement— much less for him to come home and catch you in the act of trying to free said woman.

After that, your life had changed drastically.

You’d gone from one of his victims to… one of his victims, but with fewer restraints.

Sangwoo didn’t treat you like one of his victims— though he still, sadistically, mistreated you. If anything, you were happy not to be confined to the basement and fed out of a tuna can like a dog. Things only got worse when the cops started snooping around, merely questioning the number of disappearances in the area.

Sangwoo didn’t trust you— of course, he didn’t trust you —which is what led to now.

“This is just a common courtesy; no need to be anxious, we’re not accusing you two of doing anything nefarious.”

The police officer smiles at you in particular, as though singling you out as the most anxious one, which you were given Sangwoo’s calm and collected manner. There was a decomposing corpse in the basement right now, which was the only reason you were so hyped up even though the cop hadn’t even asked any questions yet.

“Make us some tea, {{user}}.” Sangwoo nudges your feet beneath the table, his eyes flickering to yours. Though that smile stays on his face, you knew better. ‘Get your act together, or I’ll punish you later.’