❧ Cabin

@℥ Go Younjung Rod went directly to the river, undressed, and immersed himself in the cold water. The pungent smell of blood was assaulting his nostrils, and he wanted to get rid of the smell as fast as he could. He felt alive after letting the cold water run over his perfectly toned body. He enjoyed bathing in the river, momentarily forgetting about the girl back at the cabin. While he relishes swimming in the river, a growling stomach reminds him of his hunger. At that moment, he also remembers the girl in the cabin and growls in annoyance. Although he doesn't care if the girl is hungry, he doesn't want her to die of hunger. He left the water and searched for some food to eat. He hunts for a boar or a rabbit, anything they can eat. As a skilled hunter, catching one takes him only a short time. He went back with a boar on his shoulder. Slaughtering the boar is not a problem for him, he butchers it quickly and easily cooks it. 

He returned with a roasted boar and a bottle of red wine. Rod looked at the elf on the ground and used his feet to attract her attention, gently kicking to her side to see if she was awake or still alive. When she moved, he offered her the food and a glass of red wine, saying, "Eat. You need the energy to get moving." He placed the food at her side and took his seat, the earlier chair where he had tortured her. He sat there, enjoying the juicy meat. The unique juicy succulent of the meat is just right for his palette. Unsure if others will like it, he digs in with his food. As the food fills his stomach, his cravings for something else start to fill his mind. 

His gaze never leaves the elf while he devours his food; the wounds and blood on her body no longer thrill him as they once did. He chooses to leave the girl in the cabin at that precise moment. Rod is debating whether to leave the girl in this state or flee the cottage while it is on fire while he chews his meal.

After saying "goodbye" to the female on the floor and setting the empty dish down on the seat, he gets up and lights the entire cabin on fire. He remains there for some time, witnessing the cabin being consumed by fire. He turns to leave, believing the elf to be ash carried away by the wind.

@ʥ Changmin it was really the end, wasn't it? the darkness creeping over her glazed-out eyes, simmering deep within the pits of her orbs as she fights with her strength, struggling all in all for her sanity at this point. being dragged over and stretched out against the pole, doesn't do much for her wounds being pulled taut, the burn searing into her skin and making the fire elf whimper in dismay. her eyes are clouded with tears and she's shuddering, breaking down all over again - especially when she glanced down reluctantly at her , wrecked state! she has become a mere piece of 'nothing' just a tortured spirit, a tortured soul - a body for the other man to toy with, use, abuse and traumatize. his steels of torture abusing her in ways she never thought was possible, she went through quite a lot in the past, but this has to take the cake!

her eyes are hooded as she feels the tight leash on her tongue, not being able to say anymore, her gurgled moans and groans - sound rather pathetic as her eyes; hazy flicker down and she's whimpering, her tears running free now because whatever little hope she had of escaping dwindled into naught. her eyes are blearily blinking, trying to focus on the retreating - but it all happened so soon, or maybe she was passing out again and the cold water sizzling against her hot body has her hissing out, the sheer burn of the water on her wounds makes the young elf scream out in sheer agony. her voice bouncing off the walls and ricocheting in their ears from how much pain she's enduring. the sound of sizzling flesh and the burning scent that permeates her nostrils makes younjung want to gag, she feels the lump lodging in and making her body convulse at the scent arraying around the tight-knit space she shares with this murderer. this torturer.

bound and gagged, the fire elf has no way, no means of communicating albeit with her eyes, no way of escaping. the fact that he's doing more and more simply makes her scream out in agony, albeit the sound being muffled into garbled whines and grunts. her head feels like it's about to explode and her skin burns tragically as her toenails and fingernails both are ripped out, blood spurting out and muffled screams are being shattered from her little body. twitching, squirming, and whimpering, tears gushing down her beautiful cheeks as they're tinged with a rosy hue. her head feels dizzy to the point of blacking out. all she sees is pitch darkness as her body slumps forth. alone, battered, and shed apart in ways never before the young princess could've dreamt of.

she was at least that of royal blood. in this timing, she feels nothing but a waste of space, scum - her eyes are blearily opening, blinking at the figure before her as her breath comes out ragged, her eyes watering even more. "mmffhh!" she's whimpering pathetically, not feeling like the empowering woman she's known to be, her body shuddering, shaking and broken beyond words as her thighs quiver and she's throbbing with series of lashes, bruises, wounds that aren't even closing up - won't see the light of day to heal. her body is weak beyond words as she slowly slips in and out of consciousness and just as the male asks if she is hungry, her stomach does a loud grumble, showcasing that indeed, she's hungry, starving, and in need of sustenance.

the young woman doesn't even bother fluttering her lashes open, revealing her red, rimmed irises as she looks off at the other as he leaves her be, sitting in her own filth. crimson flooding her veins, now oozing out, gushing out from multiple wounds on her pretty fair skin. younjung is not a big girl, she's petite, tiny even, slender and her body would be drained completely. would she die here? it goes without a question how she's feeling, weak, and numb and her mind is slumbering in that depressive state, a dark cloud reigning over her head upon that prospect. she might not ever see the light of day again by the time this monster is finished with her.

would he ever be finished with her?

that's the question that the ex-princess cannot have an answer for, how does she answer something that's practically difficult to even wrap her head around, much less have a clear indication of what's to come? all she knows is that, whatever happens, she's going to hold onto the fire that's fighting to blare deep within her, the root of her core, the phoenix shall rise, at least it should simmer there and push to keep her breathing, waiting, hoping that her escape can come by soon again.

@℥ Go Younjung The words that she is throwing at him are not new at all. Rod has heard them a million times. Those things don't bother him, and he continues what he has in mind. He has a plan that he wants to execute, and nothing can stop him. He would be foolish if he didn't notice what she did. The burning leather had a faint smell, but it didn't fail to slip on Rod's nose. He smirked and placed his big hand on the lady's head. "Oh no! You don't." He then dragged her toward the corner of the room, where there was a pole. There, he used a metal chain that was hanging on top of it. "You know, you have a good spot sitting on that chair, but you are so naughty, so this is what you will get." After securing the chain, he took something inside the cabinet, and she opened and placed it around the lady's head. "This will make you quiet since you are so noisy" (https://allthatsinteresting.com/scolds-bridle). He taps her exposed cheek and gives her a lopsided smile. It's not included in the plan, but Rod got tired of her continued talking, so he decided to make her wear it.

He went out of the house with a bucket in hand. He goes directly to the river, which is not far from the cabin. Outside the cabin, everything appears normal; the place is quiet aside from the natural sounds. Flowers are blooming around the cabin, and the water in the river is so clear that you can see your reflection in it. He bends down and washes his face. He appears harmless if anyone can see him right now. No one will have an idea what he is hiding inside the cabin on his back. He roams his eyes around to admire the place and to check if anyone is around or if there's something unusual. He knows that there's a small chance that someone will pass by that part of the forest, but he is always on high alert, not wanting to ruin anything in his plans. Satisfied, he scoops up a bucket of water and returns back inside the cabin. He splashes the water on the lady just to kill the buzz inside the lady's body. He will not let her gain any of her power and use it to escape from him. Rod enjoys what he is seeing; the lady is soaking in water and blood. Her skin looks like it's been painted with crimson paint. It's not just her body that is covered with the red liquid. The table, chair, and floor have a pool of blood, and even the air has a metallic smell on it.

Rod looks at her with a sparkle in his eyes. He knows that it will take some time before she can regain her full strength, and for him, it's just enough to play with her. "You look so beautiful." He caressed her wounds and trailed the blood with his fingers. "It looks so good on you," he muttered, admiring her like she was wearing an elegant dress. "But this is not enough." He then walks away from her and opens some drawers. He keeps on scouring the drawers, one after another. He feels so excited that he forgets where he puts his devices until he finds them. He returns to her with an evil smile on his face. In his hand, he is holding pliers. "I can't find it, but this will do the work." He sits on the floor just in front of the lady's feet. Without saying anything, he grabbed her left foot, placed it on his legs, and one by one, he pulled her toenails. His trousers were soiled with her blood, but he didn't care; he was having fun seeing the blood flowing out of his toes. After he finished the left foot, he grabbed the other foot and did the same thing with her nails. He stood up and reached for her hand. He is a lot taller than her, so even if her hands are up, Changmin doesn't have a problem plucking her fingernails. He only stopped when he plucked out all her fingernails.

"We stop for now, I'm hungry, are you?" he stepped away from her and used her clothes to wipe the blood that splattered on him. He then disregards the clothes on the floor and goes inside the door, leaving her bloody and weak.

@ʥ Changmin the saying goes; the healthy man does not torture others - generally it is the tortured that turns into torturers.

the phoenix would rise from the flames and rid all of those who hurt her - yet this time, younjung cannot feel a semblance of her powers sizzling anywhere, her mind, body and soul seems lost as she looks up at the monster before, eyes hooded and only shrill cries and screams echo around her. she feels woozy and dizzy - the lightheadedness that overtakes her in a swirl of vertigo confuses her to not end. how can she even survive this? she feels as if her very life force and essence is simply depleting slowly. her body going into shock as cold washes over her slender figure and there's no heat anymore.

goes hoarse as she looks up at the man with furrowed brows unsure what to even slur out since her tongue feels swollen and heavy - the taste of bile running thick in her tastebuds and the level of disarray she feels, she just wishes belatedly she can just die.

"you're the most disgusting, vile creature to exist," she spats out, hawking and spatting blood over his face as it comes closer to her, her foot kicking lifelessly and wrists tugging on the restraints, begging to be filled with some semblance of powers. the little shock that's given to her ignited some of the flames and she glared at him, feeling that bit of drained energy slowly coming back to her, making her wiggle her fingers a bit and there it is! the knowing spark tingles as she scoffs out a low, battered laugh, wheezing through the sound as her eyes look at him rather lazily - ignoring the bouts of pain and suffering her slender figure is experiencing. her mind going dizzy and she feels drained as the time passes on but she forces her onyx orbs to stare at the despicable, vile being before her as she snarls and finally utters out her taunts as planned.

"is that all you got? you're just a ing , a coward, nothing, can't even raise your limp , unless torturing women? that's what gets you going? disgusting, despicable." scoffing lowly, her eyes roll a bit and the more she's angry, the less she gives in to his pain and all the torture, she starts feeling the beauty of her phoenix powers rising deep within - warming her up beautifully and making her body heat up dynamically as time passes by. a small smile curl on her brims as her orbs flicker over to his and her head tips to the side as if roping him in with her favorable taunts. "is that all you got? can't get it up for more huh?" clicking her tongue, she starts burning away at the leather holding her down strapped to the stretcher and she feels that sense of hope, she tears her way out carefully, not wanting to have the sizzling scent of burning leather reaches the man's nose. wanting to merely escape unscathed as best as she possibly can.

"don't be shy you stupid dog, try more, unless that's all your pea-sized brain can conjure up," her voice is light, airy and bored as she insulted, sneered at him and hisses out, wanting to get a rise out of him further, needing his anger and hers combined and the zaps of electricity to power her up further and ignite the beautiful rising flame hidden deep inside of her.

@℥ Go Younjung Rod admires his work, running his fingers on the open wound, leaning forward just to see the injury on the elf's shoulder. He is so close that he can hear even her weakest breath. He was so close that he heard that blandishment that brought delight to his core. It first started with giggles until he burst out with laughter. His laughter echoed inside the cabin. "You are so funny," he managed to say in between the laughter, his hand holding to his stomach as if he couldn't contain the laugh. "You do anything?" he laughed again, then stopped. His fingers, which were covered with blood, started caressing her cheek and chin. He can't hide a snarling smile on his face while doing that. There were blood traces on her skin, and Changmin liked how red it was against her skin. "You know..." he giggled. "You don't have to do anything; just sit still and cry for me." He patted her cheek. "That is not hard at all.".

"Oh, I know," he excitedly scouted closer. "I will slash your skin here," he said, patting her arm. "Then you need to count it right; if you don't, then you need to pay for the consequences." Laughter filled the cabin once again. "Are you ready?" he asked then. He cut her arms and let the crimson liquid flow from the cut. "Count!" he shouted, then slapped her hard when he didn't hear her speak. "You said you would do anything, and now I am asking you to do a very simple thing; you can't do it?" He slapped her face one more time before continuing to cut her flesh. He cut and cut while he heard her count and whimper with pain when he chuckled and used the back of the scalpel to cut her. Since it was the back that had been used, the skin remained the same, but since she kept on counting, Changmin gave her a hard slap. "I said you would only count when I cut your arm, stupid!" he shouted at her, then slapped her once again until both of her arms were filled with cuts. "Hmm, it seems like we no longer have a space here; we should change our canvas." He creepily smiled at her, then continued cutting her, but this time it was on her thighs. Cut.. slap... cut.. count... cut... cut... cut... slap... cut became the pattern until Changmin grew tired of it. He left her arms and thighs full of cuts—those are not deep cuts—just enough to draw some blood and just enough to excite him more.

He then stands up, lifts his bloody fingers, and a spark of electricity emerges. "You know, I uncovered a new power recently. I discovered that I have the power of electricity." He stands behind her, runs his fingers on her bloody shoulder, and bends towards her ears to whisper. "You will be the first person to feel my power; that is an honor you need to be proud of and something to brag about." Without hesitation, he electrocuted her. A small amount of current first, as he calculated how much the elf could endure. "It feels good, right, my lovely elf?" he asked, a small amount of electricity once again running through her body. "Do you like that? It's so good, right?" Upon electrocuting her, Changmin finally knows what kind of creature she is. He is pleased with himself when he decides not to use his power. Who knows? It may recharge her power and give her the strength to escape. Using fire is not always exciting, especially when torturing someone; it just gives off the smell of burned flesh, which he doesn't like at all. 

@ʥ Changmin the branding makes her scream out, her voice echoing - she didn't manage to pass out for long- the searing pain that passes through her body, sizzling on her flesh alone causes her to shudder and whimper, her forehead cold sweating and droplets gliding down her body as she shudders and writhes. her hands are bound - legs as well to the strap chair and the fire elf can only look at the man who's doing this to her with slow blinking orbs. "you won't get away w-with this you er!" sneering lowly, her eyes are hooded as she whimpers out, her body squirming and shudders to rack her entire being as her eyes feel heavy once more, breath coming in deep stuttering breaths as the girl simply looks around the room as best as she can- clearly a bit woozy and dazed to understand much of anything.

she barely even sees the man's face - the details that are, her body felt on edge and the burn in her inner thigh - close to her loins, skin peeling off by now she's sure, but her powers would slowly heal her - when she gets a hold of them again, the fire buzzing and thrumming inside of her is barely there, trying to ignite against her fingertips, sparking and throbbing - but alas, it wouldn't dare breach that little entrance it's trying to get at. shame. sighing deeply, the girl can only tune him out - he's a psychotic that's for sure. the pain - excruciating, burning, and peeling away at her very essence, she didn't know how to deal with it, and if she had any signal of her powers erupting within her, it all dwindled in a matter of seconds much to her chagrin.

the fire elf loses time and space at this point in time - she doesn't know where she is, a delirium that sets in and spans out of control, her breath coming in rapid pants and wheezes of breaths coming out in sporadic pants. never before did the young woman think she'd be finding herself in such an unlucky and hardcore position, the droplets of crimson along the searing lines made her body ache in so many places, her stomach churning and bile rising in , choking her in the process and waking her up a bit from the sensations of being passed out. the dull pain still lingers in the back of her mind, making her wince and squirm in dismay, her body weakening as blood rivulets cascade from her frame and it makes her weak to no end.

"p-please..." she knows by now, begging makes zero sense, the woman feels so helpless, like some ing damsel in distress, some victim - it's disgusting to her as she looks down at her body, splattered in red and the welts over her usually pristine flesh, the jagged edges of her cuts and now the brand on her inner thigh - she inches the thigh away just a bit. her bare core for the man's voyeuristic eyes to see if he wishes makes the girl sick to her stomach - bile rising in once more and causing her head to ring with an alarming bell as she pants and wheezes out pleas for him to just stop - just ing stop! but of course, it falls on deaf ears - alas, the creature that's harming her is too twisted and sick in the head - why would he stop his torture when her pain only serves to give him nothing but sweet pleasure?

"i'd do anything -- tell me, i would please... just stop!"

@℥ Go Younjung Changmin can hear what she is saying, but he doesn't give any attention to her. He is busy admiring how red the lady's face is after he strangled her. At some point, he even thinks that it's such a waste if that beautiful face has a scar. He giggles when he thinks that is if she can survive. The words she is blurting are like a lovely melody in his ear. He won't stop her from making any noise. It's a waste of time since no one comes to that place. They are in a secluded part of the island. This place is his sanctuary. No one can come in here if he doesn't bring them. She can shout and be loud all she wants, but she will just be wasting her voice.

He caresses her face and then leaves her for a few minutes. When he came back, he untied her and dragged her to the other side of the room. "since you are fully awake, there's no need for you to keep on laying on the bed." he chuckles, "I know you are having a great time there but, we need to change place." Gripping her on her arm as he placed her on a chair. Changmin then again buckled her wrist on the armrest, spread her feet, and buckled in at the feet of the chairs.

After securing every belt, he left again, and when he was back he had a bucket full of burning wood. It had some metal sticks sticking in it. He placed down the bucket, smiled at her, and then grabbed one of the metal sticks. He squats down in front of her. Changmin is a big guy, and squatting in front of her makes them at eye level. "Do you see this?" he raised the branding iron with an initial of RC. "this will be yours it is my name." he ominously said, "You should feel proud since you will be mine." he reached for her inner thigh and without a second thought, pressing the burning branding iron on her skin. Changmin looks at her with grimmer plastered on his face. Seeing how the silky white skin of the lady gets burned. He took a deep breath, savoring the smell of burning flesh. He only removed the branding steel when she screamed from the excruciating pain. "my! my! we are just in the beginning. Don't shout too much or you may lose your voice." he then laughed and placed back the branding steel in the bucket. "What should we do next?" the smile never leaves his face even for a second, asking her as if he will listen to anything she will say.

Changmin reached for the scalpel that he used earlier to carve her stomach, and now he has the intention to use it again. Walking at the back of the chair, he caresses her bare shoulder. It remains untouched even the mark of blood only paints her neck. He glides his finger on her shoulder blade, then deep the same finger in her blood and uses the red liquid to draw a tracing line on both of her shoulders. The tracing line guides the scalpel to tearing her flesh. Now, there's like waterfalls of blood flowing from her shoulder down to her arm and body. Changmin chuckles like a kid when he sees what he did. "You look like you are wearing red clothes now.".

@ʥ Changmin Her life flashes dramatically before her eyes, nothing can ever replace the fear and horrendous feelings she experiences from having this psychotic male prowling over her. Looking at her as if she was nothing but a waste of space, someone to toy with and use for his own twisted pleasure before simply discarding. Never to be found again!

The dark thoughts effectively scare her senseless and upon being asked why was the question *why* her first question, she can only whimper out in a pathetic cry of sadness, anguish, and dismay because what else does this heinous monster expect from her? What does he wish for her to say at this point?! It's far too much and Younjung can only tug on the restraints, her fire spirit is dormant at this point and there's no use trying to get her powers working — how could she? When she feels all shades of ed up in the head, maybe it's drugs as she assumed earlier. Maybe it's something he did to her, knocking her over the head. There's a bit of a soreness at the back where it lays on the stretcher she's strapped into.

"Why because... I don't know who the you are! Why are you doing this to me?!" Anger and disgust lace her tone and her orbs are glaring up into his and upon feeling his dirty, filthy hands sliding over her skin, she's squirming and whimpering wishing to be let out! Fear runs deep in her body and her eyes widen as they look on with terror and mercy. Pleading with her round, doe-like innocent eyes to be let off just this one, what is it that she did to this man? She doesn't even know him — does he know what she is so he— "ahh!" The shrill cry ricochets around the room they're in, a creaky old cabin from what she belatedly notices. Wooden structures surround the two bodies and the quivering of wood squeaks with each heavy step the male takes. The agony she feels from having his finger digging into her wound makes her cry out loudly, screaming out as tears track down her cheeks. Never before did she experience such withering agony and humiliating pain in her life. All because her powers are long gone, Younjung cannot even hear the fire spirit speaking to her, soothing her and pampering her. No — everything seems to have been dissipated within the blink of an eye.

Her head feels heavy and she whimpers as her body goes lax and she thinks she's going to pass out, she even feels like she's about to pee down herself from how much she's in pain, writhing and the telltale press on her abdomen makes her feel like the lights are thoroughly knocked out of her— leaving her brain dead. She crimson smearing her face makes her grimace but there's nothing there that she can actually feel or figure out, what is being pasted onto her skin — how could she... she's out of her mind with the sufferings from this unknown sicko! "You're ing sick... you need help, professional help," she slurs out and the pain and stinging burn from her wound eases up slowly, growing numb now as her body goes lax and the girl closes her eyes, lashes fluttering prettily against gaunt, white cheeks, the blood draining from her face as she passes out for the second time that night.

Leaving herself vulnerable and bare at the mercy of the psychotic male's hands. A huge mistake that was made but how can the weak Younjung stay awake and functioning when usually her powers are there to reign her strength in and carry her through, instead, all it did was abandon her, leaving her in disappointment and shambles.

@℥ Go Younjung As Rod tries to make the lady wake up, a trail of evil thoughts is running in his twisted mind. His face doesn't fail to show it as his lips keep twitching as another idea of how to torture the lady is playing in his mind. The cries of pain and agony are ringing in his ear, and just the thought of it makes him shiver to his core. Not because of fear but because of excitement, so he needs to make the lady wake up. He is oblivious to the kind of creature she is, but it doesn't matter to him. He doesn't care even if the lady is a dragon or a demon. Though, it will alter the experience that he hoping to have.
He taps the face of the unconscious lady again until he gets some response, "Why?" he mockingly repeats her question and follows it when an echoing laughter. He only stops when he starts to get teary with all the laughter. He wipes his eyes with his hand and returns to the table as he turns around while containing his laughter. "Aren't you going to ask first who am I? or where you are?" He leans down, staring straight at the lady's orbs as he sees fear in them. He smiles at her creepily and trails his fingers on her tummy. "why why? why your first question is why? you can ask me a lot of things, but you chose to ask me that. Okay", the finger that trailed her tummy was exchanged by a scalpel. A thin line of red liquid slowly flows from the line where the scalpel passes through. Upon seeing it, his gaze quickly returns to the lady's face. He doesn't want to miss any expression that she will show. He then pressed his finger inside the cut. The cut is just a thin line 2-3 inches in length. The deepness is just through her epidermis, but enough for him to poke the fat inside. Wiggling his fingers, he giggles as he hears the sound of blood while he wiggles his fingers. Then suddenly, Changmin stood straight and brought his bloody hand around the lady's neck, choking her until she gasped for air. His facial expression shows how evil he is, the veins on his hand and arm are so visible showing how tight his hold is to the lady's neck.
"Cry baby, asked for mercy!" he shouted to the lady's face. He only stops when the lady's face turns purple. He doesn't want her dead, for now. He then uses her blood to write something on her face "That is my name, you should remember it" he evily chuckles, clearly showing how her pain and agony bring joy to him.

@ʥ Changmin [Tw; past plot; when younjung first came onto the island]

Panic! The rush of fear, the trepidations of wariness, and the heat of the fire within the strong elf starts sizzling within her. Blaring WARNING signs in the forefront of her mind as she tries her best to remain conscious. However, whatever this creature, stranger, whatever this THING was, he used something so potent that I knocked her out cold. Younjung was lifeless, a sack of nothing. Her body languidly lounges— and free to ogle at anything that passes by as a nameless creature starts hitting her cheek with soft pats. Pitta pat... pitta pat. The smacks sound like rain to her in her airy ears, filled with the wind of being knocked over and carried lifeless on a strong pair of shoulders, only to be discarded in some creepy, old cabin. With nowhere to hide or run.

Trapped! The girl's 'wings' are clipped from flying and she doesn't have the zeal nor energy to move as she squirms lightly. The leather(?) What she assumes to be the rough, tough, chaffing material grits into her skin like a pear of canines. Bruising her pretty, milk-colored flesh, bare of any bruises, the last set of bruises left when she escaped the hands of her foster parents and some humans along the way trying to capture the exquisite creature within the dainty beaut.

Fluttering lashes slowly ease open, lips parting as a slurred, "wha—," elicits, confused... drunk out of her mind and a bit disoriented because — *who am I? Where am I? What am I?* All these thoughtless, silly questions rise up in her mind, until, the taste of copper floods her tastebuds, face grimacing and wincing as she feels the split, broken flesh of her lip and blood fills making her choke slightly. Onyx orbs finally start focusing, slowly but surely a clear view of the wicked beast that took her... kidnapped her, tied her down as she's futile in her means of getting away, her eyes wide and darkening by the minute. Wondering if somehow she can melt this son of a to a crisp! Alas, she's too weak, fragile, and broken, beaten down as her powers seem to be simmering pathetically and crying out for help.

"W-why...?" One word, one desperate question. It's all the innocent girl can ask as a lonely tear trails down her rosy, bruised cheek.

@℥ Go Younjung Changmin hid in his mind's deepest and darkest side when he saw what Rod did. He doesn't know, and he doesn't want to know, why he abducted a girl in the middle of the night. It is not that he doesn't care but, he knows that he is no match with Rod. He owns the body but, he is not as strong as Rod. Fighting with him is like asking for your death so Changmin would rather avoid it than intervene. He feels awful for the abducted girl but he will keep his quiet for the entire time.

Rod is checking the belts that are securely attached to the four corners of the table. The table was made from alloy, aside from the belts there was nothing on it but today a girl was strapped on top of it. He looks at her and then goes to another table that has different tools. There are knives, scalpels, pliers, and other stuff. Some are dull, some are shiny, and some are rusty but Rod doesn't care about it. He is not there to operate on someone, he is there to fulfill his desire and it will happen if the girl will wakes up. Rod taps its cheek, waking her up since he knows that he will not have as much fun as he wanted to have if his victim is unconscious. "Hey! rise and shine" he then shakes her head "wake up, sweetie" he tries a sweet tone for her though he knows that once the girl wakes up she will feel the coldness of the table against her bare skin.

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@ᾟ Jongin *shakes my head upon mentioning the animal blood*
no, animal blood. I don't like it. It tastes and smells weird but I will gladly take your blood if you will allow me
*smile at you and even smile wider when you said I am closer to Jongki because it gives me some sense of fulfillment and happiness that I can't explain. Listening to you attentively then look at you with a confused expression than suddenly change to unapproving stares at you*
I can't do that, it will turn out like I am toying at him and I also don't like accepting help from others. I think I can always get out of any trouble that I am in on my own. but your suggestion is much appreciated I just can't see myself asking help from the others. So which way?

@ϕ Christian Yu Well yeah. Always come prepared. Dont know what we can find and cant find out here. Heh but i think it will be ok. Theres animal blood if you get hungry and then you have a full human source if need be. *takes a bite of the bacon having the two being a sweet and salty combination. Stops when you spoke about him. And i nod* then you have to break that part out of him.. *thinks for a moment* well. You know one thing. He is a er for these. *holds up the apple* hmmm from what ive seen with him and his brother... And what ive observed from jongki and others... He only let certain people close to him. And i mean.. Ive witnessed your closeness to him. So id say thats a start. *bites into the apple again thinking more* next time your with him. Ask him what hes thinking. See if he tells you.. Then you will im pretty sure know what to do further. *leans back against the wall* you can pretend to be a damsel in distress. *i smiled towards you* put yourself in danger and see what he does for you.

@ᾟ Jongin oh you are so ready with this
*chuckles*
it's fine, I already accepted that I can't eat human food so it doesn't bother me
*sigh deeply*
I don't know, I really can't tell what he is thinking. I feel like I am always facing a blank wall with him
*sigh again because of frustration*
I want to see him more than the persona he is showing to everyone

@ϕ Christian Yu *smiles and looks at you when you agreed and then moves to get my bag and nods* of course there is. I brought bacon. *chuckles softly and nods* if only you could have some. There is also bacon chips. Well just bacon crisped like chips. You know. Not the actual-.. Alright. So. *clears throat and moves to grab an apple and eat the bacon* lets get to eaten and munchin. and walking and lala la. *i got in my own world* so, tell me. How are things with you and jongki doing? *bites into the apple*

@ᾟ Jongin I think it will be you who will be shocked
*pat my chest*
you know this body is not just for show, it is useful too
*looks at you, feels worried for what you said*
Do you have a friend that needs help so bad? tell me maybe I can help, then it will not be a big problem if ever we didn't found this gem
*shakes head*
I drunk blood earlier while waiting for you, maybe there is something you can eat here but I doubt it

@ϕ Christian Yu *hearing you i smile and shake my head softly* you are in for a rude awakening. Dont worry. Pay back is coming. *i sang and once you saw what i was showing you i nodded* its very rare and i was told that its worth millions. *i shrugged a bite* so. Im finding it for someone who i think really needs it. *i click off my phone and placed the black screen device in my back pocket* are you really to eat? Im starving.. Literally *says walking off to find the kitchen*

@ᾟ Jongin Are you angry?
*take a peek at your face and chuckles*
I need to watch over my shoulder to make sure you won't succeed
*let go of you and pat my chest*
I am handsome not only handsome but I also have a strong body and mind. I won't get easily give up on danger, it will only make me strong
*looks at the screen*
oh that is beautiful, I am excited to search for it now

@ϕ Christian Yu *moves to grab my phone and i get up to glare at you* had your little fun now did ya? *says and checks my phone for any cracks and or damage before shaking my head* don't worry, I'm going to get you back for it. *feels your arms and nods* we are going to go on a danger quest. I hope your not too feminine to go on a danger journey.. *taps my phone putting in the code and then showing you* to find this rare diamond.

@ᾟ Jongin *filling the whole cabin with my laughter, wraps my am around your shoulder, and holds your other arm after you picked up your phone*
I got you there and your reaction is really funny
*keeps my full smile on my face*
so where should we do? are we going to leave our things in here or we will bring it with us?

@ϕ Christian Yu *just as soon as i found your number to call you. I was taken by surprise when i heard a book and jumpped, dropping my phone in process of the scare* you rotten bastard. *holds my over excessive beating chest*
*moves to grab my phone glaring at you with a small hiss* glad you had fun.

@ᾟ Jongin *jump out from my hiding spot*
Booo
*laughing my out and holding my tummy with my teary eyed*
did I scare you?

@ϕ Christian Yu *walks into the room and placing my things down on the floor* christian! *looks around taking out my phone going about the cabin* now. He said he was here. Dude if he went to the wrong cabin..... *stops to search for your your number to call*

@ᾟ Jongin *I heard your footsteps so I quickly hide behind the broken door, I my lips to stop myself from creating any noise ready to scares you*

@ϕ Christian Yu *comes inside the cabin some time later with a backpack over my shoulder. A small sigh escaped my lips while i hiss at the thought. Hummings and walk inside the cabin you told me to meet you in* christian?

@ᾟ Jongin I think this is the best place to start
*waits for you in the cabin with a backup*

@ϕ Lee Jongki I'm not sure why it does but it does. -looks up at you then the plate- I'll eat. -rolls to my side and starts eating trying to not have to drink the alcohol. keeps my eyes on the plate- I guess it is alright like you said. I should have used more pepper. -slowly eating in my plate -

@ϕ Lee Jongki Its a white sauce. It's actually pretty easy to make.

Some would tell you it happens when you like someone. -smiles brightly as you sorta praise me- I'm actually glad you don't drink. I don't do well on alcohol. I get drunk. Like super . -turns red as you say you like me. lays down on the ground with a him- My sweet appreciates it.

@ϕ Lee Jongki Was going for a bechamel sauce more than white sauce alfredo ;;

I looked up the recipe. It's pretty easy when you follow a recipe. -smiles at you but frowns at your words- Oh. I meant the cuddling and stuff. I know you eat food... -my face lighting back up seeing you take the plate. distracts myself in making another plate so I don't bug you over if it's okay-
I did bring hard liquor. I can't have certain ones but it's something. I uh... This is all I know about trying to impress someone. So if it's awful then I understand.