#day4 scream
Mysme Fictober Oct 3rd
For@mysme-fictober2020prompt list
4: Scream
“Go ahead. Scream all you like. Nobody can hear you.” Unknown walked around Yoosung a grin on his face and a demented look in his mint green eyes.
Yoosung knew he was in trouble, but his mind wouldn’t shut the fuck up. He knelt on the floor a hand over his left eye, it hurt like hell but there was too much else to think about to worry about it now. All he could hope for was that Seven had escaped and the rest of the RFA was safe. It would be worth his life if that was true. Suddenly Unknown yanked Yoosung’s head back by grabbing a clump of his bloodied blonde hair. Yoosung did scream, right into the whitehaired man’s face. But he only laughed and joined his scream, eyes wide and crazy. It took Yoosung’s breath away and his throat closed up, even as it was being stretched to its limit.
Unknown’s gaze traveled every inch of Yoosung’s face, taking in the damage he’d already done. Yoosung tried to calm down, but his adrenaline was still racing through his blood and his heart beat so fast it felt like it would explode through his chest any second. He’d never been so scared in his life.
“You’re filthy! Clean yourself up!” Unknown shoved Yoosung down and walked away, arms crossed. Yoosung gulped and got unsteadily to his feet. The bathroom was a few feet away, but it felt like a thousand miles. He almost fell twice before reaching the doorframe. Unknown sneered behind him but at least the sound let Yoosung know the man wasn’t going to suddenly grab him again.
He turned the water on and finally looked at himself in the mirror. He could barely see the color of his hair; it was dark and clumped with blood. His left eye was swollen and already turning purple. He couldn’t open it and when he tried, he hissed at the pain.
“What’s the matter puppy? Does it hurt?” Yoosung’s one good eye found Unknown right behind him; green eyes boring into his soul. He swallowed painfully but said nothing. Unknown stroked the back of his head almost lovingly, his lips dangerously close to his neck. Yoosung felt a sudden revulsion with himself as he realized he was getting aroused. He doubled over and puked in the sink, some of the vomit rebounding onto his face. Painful as it was, he began to cry. He couldn’t help it. Whatever had been holding him together was completely gone and he fell to the floor, his body shaking, his mind broken.
Water splashed on his head and he convulsed, his mind clearing enough to realize he was now sitting in the bathtub with the shower running above him. He instinctively tried to get up and out, but a pair of hands held him down. They were persistent and strong, yet strangely gentle. Enough so that Yoosung stopped struggling and let himself be manipulated back down.
Unknown washed his hair, coaxing Yoosung out of his clothes and tossing them on the bathroom floor. Once the boy had been thoroughly cleaned, he wrapped a towel around him and gently rocked him back and forth.
“There there, shh, shh…don’t you worry. I’m going to take very good care of you, you’ll see.” Unknown whispered into Yoosung’s dripping hair. “You can scream all you want, but only I will ever hear you again.”
