A Walk Through Darkness : Chapter Two
Title : A Walk Through Darkness
Pairing : Kangin + Yesung
Genre : Angst / Romance / Drama
Rating : T
Warning : UNBETA-ED, F-words & Co, Violence
Summary : Someone is seeking revenge on Kangin. And he knows just exactly how to get to him.
It was the massive amount of pain flooding through his body that jolted him out of the unconscious state he was in. The first thing that he was aware of was how terribly his head ached, pounding with every beat of his heart. It felt as if someone had hit him in the head with a brick. Which of course, wasn't far from the truth.
With a groan, Yesung weakly lifted his pounding head and forced his eyes open in an attempt to take in his surroundings. Through blurry, half-lidded vision, he looked around the darkened room that was only lit by a faint, dim light bulb which hovered above him. How did I end up here? His hazy mind struggled to recall what had happened. He remembered walking, making his way towards the supermarket's entrance through the parking lot when he heard a male voice calling out his name. And then, out of nowhere a man with a baseball bat came charging at him. He couldn't remember much after that, but he vaguely recalled throwing a few punches and kicks of his own to defend himself from the assault.
A wince escaped Yesung's lips and his breathing sped up when he realized that both of his hands were bound tightly above his head with a rope tied to a metal bar that stretched across the ceiling. That explained why his arms and shoulders felt like they were on fire. The whole weight of his body had been placed on his arms and shoulders while he was knocked out unconscious, leaving them strained and sore.
Ignoring the throbbing in his head, arms and shoulders, Yesung pulled on the rope binding his wrists, testing to see how strong they were. Maybe, just maybe the rope wasn't strong enough that he would be able to break free. He absently wondered who had kidnapped him, and what does the kidnapper actually want from him.
“There’s really no point in struggling for freedom Yesung-sshi. You'll never escape.” A voice suddenly penetrated the once silent room causing Yesung to startle.
"W-who are you? What do you want? Yesung asked as his curious eyes traveled to the figure that was walking out of the darkness.
The man was young, possibly in his mid-to-late twenties, medium build and slightly muscular. For a scumbag who kidnaps people, he's actually quite a good looking guy.
"What do you want? If you're keeping me here for ransom, you should know that I don't worth much the money. I'm not rich!" Yesung tried his best to keep his voice steady despite the uneasy feeling growing in the pit of his stomach.
The man chuckled lightly before answering. "Money? I don't want your money." The man scoffed, clearly not interested. "I don't want anyone's money!" The man stepped closer towards Yesung, circling around him like a vulture watching its dying prey, making Yesung feel far more uncomfortable and nervous than he already was. He truly didn't like the look in his captor's eyes.
Suddenly, without a warning, the man rammed his fist into Yesung's stomach with full force, causing Yesung to gasp and cough harshly as the air was forced out of his lungs. The restraints that held his wrists together above his head had prevented him from doubling over, but it didn't take him long to regain his composure.
"Then why am I here? What do you want from me?" Yesung asked incredulously through ragged breaths. He couldn't imagine any other possible reason to why the man had kidnapped him, and he couldn't remember doing anything bad to anyone to deserve this kind of treatment.
"What I want from you?" A sly grin then crept on his face. "I don't want anything from you! You little piece of shit! You're worth nothing!" His voice steadily rising in volume. "You're nothing but trouble!" By the end of his sentence, he had managed to nail a few kicks down on Yesung's already beaten-up body.
For every blow that he received, Yesung tried his best to bite back the screams. With all the assault that his body had endured, Yesung still haven't the slightest idea why this person had kidnapped him and then beaten him. What could he have possibly done to have this man hate him so much?
"If you're wondering why you're here, and looking for someone to blame for getting you in this mess, the right person to blame would be your good-for-nothing boyfriend... Kangin..." He trailed off, his voice once again soften to an eerie calm tone.
The mention of Kangin's name caused Yesung's already fast beating heart to beat even faster. "Kangin?" He questioned, confused as ever, not understanding how Kangin fits into all of this. "W-what do you m-mean?" Worry evident in his voice now. It was bad enough that he's in this mess, he doesn't want Kangin to be brought into this too.
His captor looked at him. His facial expression was somewhat calm, but Yesung couldn't miss the glint of anger flickering in his eyes. "What... or why, it doesn't matter Yesung...sshi." He taunted as he moved closer towards Yesung once again. "What really matters is that Kangin will watch you suffer." Woojin, his captor smiled at the thought. "I want him to know how it feels like to have someone he loves ripped away from him! I want him to beg me for his lover's life! " His once calmed face turned into a menacing sneer. "And you... you, Yesung-sshi... would be just the perfect person to use in teaching him a lesson."
A cold fear gripped Yesung's heart. It took him a few moments to process and to understand what his captor had told him. He didn't know what kind of grudge this man has against Kangin that led him to take a drastic measure such as this. But the fact that this crazy person is going to hurt him in order to hurt Kangin made him feel totally helpless and angry.
"Y-you're a twisted sick person!" Yesung spat angrily.
"Oh am I now?" Woojin chuckled dryly as he pulled out a knife from behind his back. He moved closer to the tied man, tracing the blade lightly over Yesung's cheeks and then down to his chest, causing him to flinch slightly. "You're going to suffer for him Yesung, he'll then know... he'll surely know... surely..." Woojin seems to be out of it, possibly trapped in his own delusional frenzy. He then began to cut away on the fabric that covered his captive's upper body, leaving him bare-chested, clad only in his jeans.
Woojin smiled, letting the knife drop with a clatter to the cold dirty cement floor. He grabbed Yesung's face roughly in his hand, staring at him intently, studying him. "I wonder what's so special about you that made him want to love you, be with you..." Woojin leaned closer as he speaks, and Yesung could almost feel the man's breath on his face.
"It's none of your damned business!" Yesung hissed through clenched teeth. Psycho kidnapper or not, Yesung was getting sick and annoyed of the man and his mind games."
Woojin laughed at Yesung's little outburst. "Oooh... aren't you the fierce one." He cooed, once again circling around his captive, eying him from head to toe. "Kangin must have liked that... let's see what else you've got!" He said in a teasing tone as his hand traveled down Yesung's sweat slicked body, towards his private region.
Yesung writhed and struggled in his restraints in a desperate attempt to back away from the insane man. He really hadn't expected that Woojin would be touching him where he did not want to be touched. He felt extremely disgusted and humiliated.
As for Woojin, he didn't care. "Not bad... for a small skinny worthless shit you are, you've got something going on down there for sure." He jeered, trying to provoke Yesung further. "So this is what Kangin had been enjoying all this while eh? Not bad.. not bad at all...."
Yesung's anger was rising uncontrollably. “Why are you doing this?” His voice came out hoarse, but it didn't waver. "What did Kangin ever do to you! Did he reject your love? Did he break your heart? Because if he did... then I'm not surprised! You're insane! A demented coward."
Yesung's words triggered something deep inside of him.
"You... you piece of shit"! Woojin backhanded Yesung hard on the face, splitting his lips open. You're such a waste of space in this world!" He thundered.
"L-l-ook who's t-talking..." Yesung managed to retort through his swollen bloodied lips.
And the comment earned him a boot right in the chest. The kick had rendered him breathless. He struggled to keep himself upright despite the difficulties that he was facing, he couldn't and wouldn't let his feet give out on him.
Barely recovering from the recent assault inflicted to his already weakened body, Yesung noticed that Woojin was moving towards him again, this time in a threatening stance. Before he knew it, Woojin's rough fingers were fisting his hair, forcing his head back.
Face to face with his captor, Yesung stared at him, he looked him in the eyes and held his gaze, trying his very best not to show any emotions. He had no idea what Woojin had in store for him. He didn't know how much longer he would be able to endure it all.
"You! I guess you're really asking for it!" Woojin seethed in resentment. He stuffed his hand into his pocket, pulling out Yesung's cellphone that he had confiscated earlier. A cold sneer stretched across his face. "Now let's see... which angle is good for you..." Woojin announced as he flipped the cellphone open, going into camera mode. "You like to take pictures don't you Yesung-sshi?"
Suddenly, Yesung couldn't breathe. His heart was thumping wildly against his ribs. He knew what was going on. Oh god, no! He's going to send the pictures to Youngwoon!" Before he could even open his mouth to protest, Woojin struck him hard in the gut, causing him to whimper involuntarily. Yesung tried hard to right the spinning vision of the room, he could feel acid bile slowly creeping up his throat, threatening to make an appearance. His vision was starting to blur around the edges too. He cursed himself for being so weak, for not being able to fight. No... I can't let Youngwoon see me like this.
"That should be enough..." He said with a satisfied smirk. "I'm sure your boyfriend misses you and would want to know how you're doing." He paused for a chuckle. "That's why I'm sending a few of these to him." Woojin looked up at Yesung, he could see that the man's half-lidded eyes were filled with a mixture of pain and rage.
Yesung wanted to scream and curse at the bastard, but he couldn't muster enough energy to do so. He could feel his energy slowly diminishing and his vision coming in and out of focus as he desperately tried to cling onto consciousness.
“This is only the beginning, Kim Youngwoon...." And those were the last words that Yesung heard before fading into darkness.
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Ack! This chapter didn't actually came out the way I wanted it to! But I hope you guys will be able to enjoy this chapter anyways.
Stay safe always! <3 Cheers darlings!
Pairing : Kangin + Yesung
Genre : Angst / Romance / Drama
Rating : T
Warning : UNBETA-ED, F-words & Co, Violence
Summary : Someone is seeking revenge on Kangin. And he knows just exactly how to get to him.
It was the massive amount of pain flooding through his body that jolted him out of the unconscious state he was in. The first thing that he was aware of was how terribly his head ached, pounding with every beat of his heart. It felt as if someone had hit him in the head with a brick. Which of course, wasn't far from the truth.
With a groan, Yesung weakly lifted his pounding head and forced his eyes open in an attempt to take in his surroundings. Through blurry, half-lidded vision, he looked around the darkened room that was only lit by a faint, dim light bulb which hovered above him. How did I end up here? His hazy mind struggled to recall what had happened. He remembered walking, making his way towards the supermarket's entrance through the parking lot when he heard a male voice calling out his name. And then, out of nowhere a man with a baseball bat came charging at him. He couldn't remember much after that, but he vaguely recalled throwing a few punches and kicks of his own to defend himself from the assault.
A wince escaped Yesung's lips and his breathing sped up when he realized that both of his hands were bound tightly above his head with a rope tied to a metal bar that stretched across the ceiling. That explained why his arms and shoulders felt like they were on fire. The whole weight of his body had been placed on his arms and shoulders while he was knocked out unconscious, leaving them strained and sore.
Ignoring the throbbing in his head, arms and shoulders, Yesung pulled on the rope binding his wrists, testing to see how strong they were. Maybe, just maybe the rope wasn't strong enough that he would be able to break free. He absently wondered who had kidnapped him, and what does the kidnapper actually want from him.
“There’s really no point in struggling for freedom Yesung-sshi. You'll never escape.” A voice suddenly penetrated the once silent room causing Yesung to startle.
"W-who are you? What do you want? Yesung asked as his curious eyes traveled to the figure that was walking out of the darkness.
The man was young, possibly in his mid-to-late twenties, medium build and slightly muscular. For a scumbag who kidnaps people, he's actually quite a good looking guy.
"What do you want? If you're keeping me here for ransom, you should know that I don't worth much the money. I'm not rich!" Yesung tried his best to keep his voice steady despite the uneasy feeling growing in the pit of his stomach.
The man chuckled lightly before answering. "Money? I don't want your money." The man scoffed, clearly not interested. "I don't want anyone's money!" The man stepped closer towards Yesung, circling around him like a vulture watching its dying prey, making Yesung feel far more uncomfortable and nervous than he already was. He truly didn't like the look in his captor's eyes.
Suddenly, without a warning, the man rammed his fist into Yesung's stomach with full force, causing Yesung to gasp and cough harshly as the air was forced out of his lungs. The restraints that held his wrists together above his head had prevented him from doubling over, but it didn't take him long to regain his composure.
"Then why am I here? What do you want from me?" Yesung asked incredulously through ragged breaths. He couldn't imagine any other possible reason to why the man had kidnapped him, and he couldn't remember doing anything bad to anyone to deserve this kind of treatment.
"What I want from you?" A sly grin then crept on his face. "I don't want anything from you! You little piece of shit! You're worth nothing!" His voice steadily rising in volume. "You're nothing but trouble!" By the end of his sentence, he had managed to nail a few kicks down on Yesung's already beaten-up body.
For every blow that he received, Yesung tried his best to bite back the screams. With all the assault that his body had endured, Yesung still haven't the slightest idea why this person had kidnapped him and then beaten him. What could he have possibly done to have this man hate him so much?
"If you're wondering why you're here, and looking for someone to blame for getting you in this mess, the right person to blame would be your good-for-nothing boyfriend... Kangin..." He trailed off, his voice once again soften to an eerie calm tone.
The mention of Kangin's name caused Yesung's already fast beating heart to beat even faster. "Kangin?" He questioned, confused as ever, not understanding how Kangin fits into all of this. "W-what do you m-mean?" Worry evident in his voice now. It was bad enough that he's in this mess, he doesn't want Kangin to be brought into this too.
His captor looked at him. His facial expression was somewhat calm, but Yesung couldn't miss the glint of anger flickering in his eyes. "What... or why, it doesn't matter Yesung...sshi." He taunted as he moved closer towards Yesung once again. "What really matters is that Kangin will watch you suffer." Woojin, his captor smiled at the thought. "I want him to know how it feels like to have someone he loves ripped away from him! I want him to beg me for his lover's life! " His once calmed face turned into a menacing sneer. "And you... you, Yesung-sshi... would be just the perfect person to use in teaching him a lesson."
A cold fear gripped Yesung's heart. It took him a few moments to process and to understand what his captor had told him. He didn't know what kind of grudge this man has against Kangin that led him to take a drastic measure such as this. But the fact that this crazy person is going to hurt him in order to hurt Kangin made him feel totally helpless and angry.
"Y-you're a twisted sick person!" Yesung spat angrily.
"Oh am I now?" Woojin chuckled dryly as he pulled out a knife from behind his back. He moved closer to the tied man, tracing the blade lightly over Yesung's cheeks and then down to his chest, causing him to flinch slightly. "You're going to suffer for him Yesung, he'll then know... he'll surely know... surely..." Woojin seems to be out of it, possibly trapped in his own delusional frenzy. He then began to cut away on the fabric that covered his captive's upper body, leaving him bare-chested, clad only in his jeans.
Woojin smiled, letting the knife drop with a clatter to the cold dirty cement floor. He grabbed Yesung's face roughly in his hand, staring at him intently, studying him. "I wonder what's so special about you that made him want to love you, be with you..." Woojin leaned closer as he speaks, and Yesung could almost feel the man's breath on his face.
"It's none of your damned business!" Yesung hissed through clenched teeth. Psycho kidnapper or not, Yesung was getting sick and annoyed of the man and his mind games."
Woojin laughed at Yesung's little outburst. "Oooh... aren't you the fierce one." He cooed, once again circling around his captive, eying him from head to toe. "Kangin must have liked that... let's see what else you've got!" He said in a teasing tone as his hand traveled down Yesung's sweat slicked body, towards his private region.
Yesung writhed and struggled in his restraints in a desperate attempt to back away from the insane man. He really hadn't expected that Woojin would be touching him where he did not want to be touched. He felt extremely disgusted and humiliated.
As for Woojin, he didn't care. "Not bad... for a small skinny worthless shit you are, you've got something going on down there for sure." He jeered, trying to provoke Yesung further. "So this is what Kangin had been enjoying all this while eh? Not bad.. not bad at all...."
Yesung's anger was rising uncontrollably. “Why are you doing this?” His voice came out hoarse, but it didn't waver. "What did Kangin ever do to you! Did he reject your love? Did he break your heart? Because if he did... then I'm not surprised! You're insane! A demented coward."
Yesung's words triggered something deep inside of him.
"You... you piece of shit"! Woojin backhanded Yesung hard on the face, splitting his lips open. You're such a waste of space in this world!" He thundered.
"L-l-ook who's t-talking..." Yesung managed to retort through his swollen bloodied lips.
And the comment earned him a boot right in the chest. The kick had rendered him breathless. He struggled to keep himself upright despite the difficulties that he was facing, he couldn't and wouldn't let his feet give out on him.
Barely recovering from the recent assault inflicted to his already weakened body, Yesung noticed that Woojin was moving towards him again, this time in a threatening stance. Before he knew it, Woojin's rough fingers were fisting his hair, forcing his head back.
Face to face with his captor, Yesung stared at him, he looked him in the eyes and held his gaze, trying his very best not to show any emotions. He had no idea what Woojin had in store for him. He didn't know how much longer he would be able to endure it all.
"You! I guess you're really asking for it!" Woojin seethed in resentment. He stuffed his hand into his pocket, pulling out Yesung's cellphone that he had confiscated earlier. A cold sneer stretched across his face. "Now let's see... which angle is good for you..." Woojin announced as he flipped the cellphone open, going into camera mode. "You like to take pictures don't you Yesung-sshi?"
Suddenly, Yesung couldn't breathe. His heart was thumping wildly against his ribs. He knew what was going on. Oh god, no! He's going to send the pictures to Youngwoon!" Before he could even open his mouth to protest, Woojin struck him hard in the gut, causing him to whimper involuntarily. Yesung tried hard to right the spinning vision of the room, he could feel acid bile slowly creeping up his throat, threatening to make an appearance. His vision was starting to blur around the edges too. He cursed himself for being so weak, for not being able to fight. No... I can't let Youngwoon see me like this.
"That should be enough..." He said with a satisfied smirk. "I'm sure your boyfriend misses you and would want to know how you're doing." He paused for a chuckle. "That's why I'm sending a few of these to him." Woojin looked up at Yesung, he could see that the man's half-lidded eyes were filled with a mixture of pain and rage.
Yesung wanted to scream and curse at the bastard, but he couldn't muster enough energy to do so. He could feel his energy slowly diminishing and his vision coming in and out of focus as he desperately tried to cling onto consciousness.
“This is only the beginning, Kim Youngwoon...." And those were the last words that Yesung heard before fading into darkness.
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Ack! This chapter didn't actually came out the way I wanted it to! But I hope you guys will be able to enjoy this chapter anyways.
Stay safe always! <3 Cheers darlings!