Mirotic Love Chap 6- I wanna Scream
WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS BLOODPLAY AGAINST WILL! YOU DO NOT HAVE TO READ THIS CHAPTER OR THE NEXT BECAUSE THAY ARE CONNECTED BUT THEY ARE CRUCIAL TO THE REST OF THE STORY. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
Jaejoong POV
My whole was darkness. I knew my eyes were open, I could feel my eyelashes brushing against the cloth covering my eyes. Wind ran up my spine, making me shudder. I started to shake in terror; I hated the dark always had. I feared that in which came out.
The darkness surrounded me and I could feel myself starting to panic. First my breath accelerated and I started to hyper ventilate. The temperature rose around me, my body started to jerk and sob like noises escaped from the back of my throat.
Calm down, this isn’t going to help one bit. I yelled to myself. Finally managing to calm myself down a little, I withered and gasped to get as much, much needed air into my lungs. When my lungs were satisfied I started to concentrate on the problem at hand.
I could feel rope burning into my exposed flesh on my wrists. No use digging in into my wrists even more by moving. So instead I started moving my feet … or at least I tried to. To calm my pounding my heart I just sat there bound and blind, feet and hands out of commission by rope. The coldness seeped into my body from the hard concrete floor.
Soon enough I was calm all throughout. I sneezed as my nose caught wind of the smell of mold. Frowning I shook my head. Ears twitched as I heard footsteps closing in on me from the distance. My head turned to where the sound was coming from and I waited as the noise got louder as it came closer.
I could feel the cold wind that ripped at my face, as a door opened. Shivers wracked my body chilling my to the core.
The stranger didn’t say anything just laughed quietly before shutting the door with a huge bang. The footsteps started again, every bone in my body telling me to run. Even if I could, I wouldn’t. I chuckled darkly as images of beating the stranger to a bloody pulp filled my mind. The blood that would stain my hands as it sprayed from his face, painful but sweet.
A rough chuckle broke through my daydream. The darkness of it surrounded me; I was afraid all over again. I could feel myself shaking from much more than the cold. It wouldn’t stop. The stranger came closer, and in this instant I really wanted to run. All I was able to do was shift backwards a little, before the ropes started to burn my skin. I winced as I felt the ropes dig into my flesh of my wrist and ankles, I also felt something wet and sticky also warm flowing down my arms and before I could cry out in panic as a round ball was shoved into my mouth, the belt tied behind my head and I gagged in surprise, spit flowing down my chin.
I glared up into the darkness at the person who had tied me up so skillfully. My hands balled into fist making my blood seep darker into the binds. The person dragged something sharp up my leg, cutting off my groans in one swipe. I cried out though the gag as more of my blood made its way out of my body and into the cold air. Whatever had cut me had cut me good. The stranger continued to drag the sharp object the rest of the way up my leg. This time he was personally trying to cut me. He cut into my strong athletic legs, only made strong by hard sweaty sex. I whimpered wanting to kick this sick bastard right in his jewels and then his head. The person cut off my skin tight boxes, which natural made me look huge. I whimpered once more as he nicked my thigh hard.
As the stranger puts the object against my ball sack, I yip and try to move away from him, the ropes getting tighter as I move; it was very close to cutting off my blood circulation. More spit flowed down my chin and the person chuckles eerily.
I couldn’t contain a whimper from passing through my cloth filled mouth, silently; hoping for someone to come and save me. The pain in my leg was going numb as more slashes were made. I could hear the person panting harder in front of me.
Sick bastard! Feeling hands running through my hair, I scrambled to get away only to be stopped by te person who was now straddling my hips.