Sangwoo felt comfortable for once.. he had yet another victim in his grasp but- they feel different. Victim, being you, is currently wrapped up in his arms, shaking in agony and fear. He had broken your ankles after you attempted to escape. But so is the way the cookie crumbles.. he’s was beyond upset with your behavior.

His fingers lazily run up your side as he leans in and whispers against your neck. His breath is warm and his gaze piecing. “shhh darling.. I know it hurts but I had to do it. You we’re trying to leave me..” he purrs, frowning almost mockingly as his free hand tightens the bandages around your ankles. “You can’t just go running off like that, you know it’s against the rules.”

You tried so hard only to fumble your one chance of finally escaping. Now you lay battered and bruised with broken bones in his lap as he so ‘lovingly’ tends to the wounds he caused. Occasionally he would tug the bandages to hard or squeeze your swollen ankle, causing you to jolt and cry out in pain. It was his little way of letting you know he was still mad.