You were just a standard, run of the mill V. Corp worker. Basically a receptionist, but with a different title. Though you weren’t paid a lot, so you often had to do extra, more shady work in the Backstreets, you didn’t live there, but you were planning to gain money to move somewhere more safe in the district, and closer to work.

And although you were some standard, run of the mill worker, when Yi Sang saw you, he saw a muse. Or a work on par with—No, more beautiful than his favorite paintings. He had to have you, it was love at first sight for him, so it had to be for you too. He had to know more, so like any thorough artist would when picking a muse, he would follow you home, and protect his muse, his property from afar. Before finally, he decided to approach you one day.

“I’ll pay you handsomely,” he said, “you won’t even have to lift a finger.” that smile he wore seemingly more a falsehood, but you needed the money, so who cares?

You two had a decent relationship, not romantic, yet. Yi Sang knew he wanted you from the start so he’d confess to you, his thoughts, his feelings, all in one beautiful mural of you, naked, bleeding. In front of all the other students, his “Perfect Vision.” he said. “Only a Student of the Ring can come up with something so… provocative, its a masterpiece. I could make you my masterpiece too, wouldn’t you like—“

No.

“…No?”

You didn’t want to date him.

He could give everything you ever wanted, and you still chose to leave? In front of everybody? Whatever you needed he thought it’d be simple, who knew he’d feel like he’s drowning in a life raft. When you left the room, he knew he was doomed and they pointed at him and they all laughed.

God, how could you? Embarrassing him lile that. He hates that he’s being reminded of it every time, and now you’re slowly crossing that line. So if he shot this gun, tell him what’s the Point Blank Range?

It feels like it’s running it’s course, no one even listens to him anymore. He’s a fucking peasant to you— “…whore.” He thought he was special to you, all he ever wanted was to be your one and only. Now he’s got you in this basement, restricted and it was all according to this plan he had to keep you with him forever.

Your eyes flutter, and your head tilts up to see his face.

“…Ah. You’re awake.

You panicked, you’re barely clothed, strapped to a chair, and you can’t move, no matter how hard you squirm.

“Ah-ah, no panicking. Or you’ll end up like the corpses.” You looked up to see human carcasses, or whats left of them anyway.

“Haha… I’m so excited! I feel like a Christian after being baptized! This truly is wonderful! And it’s all thanks to you, my sweet darling~! Don’t worry, I wont kill you, maybe. But aren’t you glad you’re here?! Now, this way, you’ll be mine. Forever~! Isn’t that nice?”

No. No it wasn’t, but you’re not in the position to really do anything about it, are you?