PRISONERS (16/?)
Title: Prisoners (16/?)
Author: qrn
Pairing: OT6
Rating: M (Mature), for sexual & violent themes
Summary: Each of them has their own problems that may just be too hard to cure.
Author's Notes: Happy Easter everyone <333 I'm so sorry for the late update (again)... I promise I'll make it up to you tomorrow~~ More secrets & explanations about the institution (or rehab, facility, whichever you want to refer it as) are revealed! Surprise cameos in this chapter (very easy to guess, for both of them) =D I hope you guys don't kill me for the overly depressing & disturbing content >.< Feedbacks & comments are welcome, as always ^^ Enjoy!
16. DONGWOON
The door was open.
No, it wasn't open--there was just a tiny gap.
One could hear faint panting sounds.
I knew I shouldn't, but I peeked anyway.
She was pinned down on the bed, her arms wrapped around him. As his hip thrusted back and forth, I could see her body moving up and down in a steady rhythm. Her fingers slowly trailed down his back and disappeared under the covers.
I tightened my grip on the door's edge.
He leaned down and went for her neck. With closed eyes, she released quick, gentle moans. I could see her face clearly.
It was the same expression she'd give me every night.
Her breath quickened in pleasure as he gyrated his hip faster, his hands ruffled through her long, tangled mass of black hair.
Only this time she murmured a name other than mine.
"Geonil-ah."
I walked away with a thorn in my chest.
Everything was hazy.
I didn't even know if I was still in the same room anymore; there was only a blur of dark colors surrounding me. Strangely, I felt drowsy and exhausted.
"It was only the first session." A big figure stood before me. I blinked my eyes repeatedly, trying to make out who it was. I swallowed; my mouth was very dry.
But somehow the voice sounded familiar.
He moved in closer, and I slowly regained my vision.
It's that guard.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
Why is he here?
For some reason, I felt relieved that he was there (after our last conversation together, I decided that he could be trusted). I looked around in confusion. "Where am I?" I asked. The room resembled a dungeon; there was a big lantern in one corner, and the walls were of greyish color. In front of me were steel bars, and outside was a brick stairwell leading up (was this underground?); I started to think why such a room existed in this building. My back was somehow glued to the wall, and I couldn't move my limbs.
How long was I unconscious for?
He stared at me with concern. "I was told to bring you here after the therapy."
Therapy.
My eyes widened at the word. The last thing I could remember seeing before I passed out was...
"Myunghee!" I cried anxiously. My arms wouldn't budge. I looked down in horror.
I'm in a fucking straitjacket.
Agitated, I tried moving my feet--only to realize they were shackled in leg irons. "Where is Myunghee?" The image of her pale face was becoming clearer in my mind.
Noona!
He shook his head sadly. "I'm sorry, but I can't release you."
"Let me go!" I tried wriggling my arms free, but to no avail. I noticed that the straitjacket was strapped by metal chains to the wall, hence I couldn't move. "They have Myunghee!" The fact that her corpse was perfectly normal and not rotting away was telling me that they must have done something to it.
I was there at her funeral, and I watched her being buried.
"I don't have a choice," he said in a sombre tone. "Taejin-sshi said you have to stay."
Taejin.
I gritted my teeth in fury when I heard the name. Him. "I don't fucking care what his orders were," I hissed. "All I know is that they've got my cousin's dead body, and I have to stop them before they do some sick experiments with it!" The straps are too damn tight. "Let me go!" I can't breathe.
He let out a gloomy sigh. "I can't."
"I have to go!" I shouted at him. I won't let them.
"No," he said. "I won't let you."
"Because some sicko told you to?" I'll save her no matter what it takes. "I need to go!"
"You can't stop them," he added. "They had a reason for bringing in your cousin."
What?
"What the hell are you talking about?" I stared at him incredulously. The chains made a clinking noise.
He seemed reluctant. "Look, I can only tell you this much," he lowered his voice. "But the experiment's far more dangerous than you think."
It did seem like they really wanted to kill me. "Why would they need Myunghee?" I said, gritting my teeth. She's already dead a long time ago, so why?
"This place holds many secrets," he said slowly. "Deadly secrets that even us guards aren't supposed to know about."
I swallowed, hard. We're doomed. My breath fastened, and I could feel beads of sweat forming on my head. Why do I feel so tired? "Bring me back to my room."
"I've told you." He stood still, looking at me woefully. "You have to stay."
My mind recalled Taejin injecting some kind of drug into my arm. That bastard. I shut my eyes, trying to hold in the stinging pain that was slowly creeping down to my stomach. Whatever it was, it must be something illegal because my whole body feels strange right now. "What's your name?" Asking his name couldn't hurt.
"Chungho."
"Why do you work here?"
The bulky man shot me a bitter look. "I..."
What kind of person would want to work in this sick place?
He cleared his throat. "...I brought my younger sister here to treat her alcohol addiction last year."
I stopped struggling.
"They killed her," he added quietly.
There was a silence.
"...I'm sorry," I looked down.
Even him, too.
"So I came here after a few months of no contact from her," he continued. "I can't escape from this place."
Why?
"What did they threaten you with?" I asked.
He raised his eyebrows. "What?"
"What's gonna happen if you don't do what they say?"
He was quiet for a moment, as if hesitant to answer.
Is it something to do with the mysterious owner of this institution?
"...Well?" I pressed.
The metal keys were dangling in his pocket. "I can't tell you."
"Why?" It must be a really dangerous secret. "Are they going to kill you or...?"
"That--" His words were interrupted by a girl screaming and shouting as she was being led down the stairs. She was short with shoulder-length black hair, and she wasn't dressed in a straitjacket. Her hands were tied together by a thick, white rope, and I could see grazes forming on her legs from brushing against the cold floor.
Who is she?
"No! Please, don't!" she cried, shaking her head. "No!" Tears were streaming down her beautiful young face as the guard dragged her by the arm forcefully. I could only watch silently.
Let her go.
"No, wait!" she shouted helplessly, but the guard didn't listen as he pushed her into the room (or cell?) next to mine. He locked the steel bars, and left without a word. "Take me back!" Then she began to sob.
I looked at Chungho, who was standing in front of me. "Why did they bring her here?" I asked. "What is this place?"
"Exactly what it looks like," he replied. "An underground prison."
So I was right.
"What did she do?" I asked.
He replied quietly, "She's no different to you."
Huh?
"W-What do you mean?" I was slowly feeling nauseous.
He didn't say anything, but suddenly moved closer and reached for my arms.
Don't touch me.
"What are you--" I paused as I watched him untie the straps. I stared quizzically without a word and he continued unfastening the chains and leg irons. I let the straitjacket fall to the floor, and I could move my limbs now.
"Let's go," he said.
I stood still, giving him a confused look.
"They just ordered me to return you to your room." He walked to the bars and inserted a key the metal lock. It opened with a clank.
"But how? There was no voice or whatever..." It was strange, because apparently they had speakers installed in most rooms so the staff could give out instructions through them, "...and you don't seem to have a communication device..." He didn't carry a walkie-talkie of some sort with him. So how did they...?
"That's not for you to know, kid," he said, opening the heavy door of steel bars. "Get out."
I didn't ask anymore questions as I was relieved enough by the fact that I could save Myunghee once I went back upstairs. Arms hanging by my sides, I stepped outside. I glanced down the long corridor and I could see a person (or patient?) dressed in straitjackets in each cell. They were either asleep or sitting down on the floor (so it seemed that I was the only dangerous one, being bound to the wall with a leg irons and all). Then I laid my eyes on the sobbing girl in the cell next to mine. "What about her?"
He shook his head, looking forlorn. "There's nothing we can do about it."
I continued to gaze at her. She was sitting down on the floor, wiping her wet eyes. Her black hair was unkempt, and I could see bruises and blood on her arms. She looked miserable. Something about her sparked the curiosity within me.
What did she do to get sent down here?
I approached her cell, and she looked up in an instant. "Are you okay?"
She jumped up and ran to the steel bars. I jerked back in surprise. "Help me," she pleaded. Her beautiful round eyes were brimmed with tears, and I felt a wave of sympathy gushing over me.
"What happened?" I asked softly. Chungho was watching behind me without saying a word.
Her hands gripped on the steel bars, shaking. "They said... they said they're going to kill my family."
My eyes widened. "What?"
"If--If I don't do what they want me to do, they..." She bit her lips, her face pale with fear.
"What did they make you do?" I could feel anger boiling up inside me. Is she fucking serious?
"They..." She gulped. "They wanted me for the virus experiment!"
I held my breath in shock. Virus?
"They--" Suddenly she shut her eyes and fell to the floor. "No!"
What's happening?
She was writhing on the cold ground, kicking her legs in the air (as if there was an invisible force hovering over her). Clutching to her head, she let out agonizing screams. "No!"
Shaking the steel bars in panic, I turned to the guard. "Do something!" She seems to be in deep pain.
But he only stood there, not moving. "I can't."
"What do you mean you can't?" I cried, amidst the screaming. "She's hurting!"
The girl continued tossing and turning on the floor. "I'm sorry!" Her small body was shaking vigorously as she continued groaning and moaning in pain. "It hurts!"
This is fucked up.
Suddenly the uneasy feelings in my stomach and head seemed to have disappeared. "We have to help her!" I yelled at the guard, whose fingers were twitching anxiously.
"Help!" she cried, and I could see dark red liquid oozing out of her ears.
Blood.
"She's bleeding!" I grabbed the guard by the collar. "Where are the keys?" He only stared with widened eyes, cringing in horror. Despite his large built, he's quite a coward.
"It hurts!" The girl kept screaming (surprisingly, people in the other cells didn't show any reaction towards the disturbance), her fingers digging into her cheeks. "No!"
"Hurry up!" I urged, shaking his collar. He eventually relented, and slowly took out the set of keys from his pocket. Without a word, he hurried to the steel bars and twisted open the metal lock. I opened the door and immediately rushed to the girl, who by this time had blood coming out of her mouth. Oh my God. "What's happening to her?"
"I--I don't know," Chungho said, trembling. "I don't know."
"Make it stop!" she wailed, tears of blood pouring from her eyes. "It hurts!"
I realized that there was nothing I could do to save her.
Just like with Myunghee-noona.
Suddenly three guards emerged outside, stopping right in front of the bars.
"He can go back to his room now," one with a large built and shaven head said gruffly to Chungho, motioning to me. "Why are you still here?"
"We--" Chungho paused, looking at the crying girl in fright. "She..." He was at loss for words.
The three of them stared at her coldly. "Mr. Yoo said she's being punished, so we should leave her," a guard with tan skin and dreadlocks added.
Mr. Yoo. I clenched my fists. Of course. "What do you mean by punishment?" I yelled at them. "She'll die!" Chungho only stood behind me, not saying anything.
The three guards shrugged. "She refused to participate in the experiment," another with cropped hair and scar on his left eye said. "She brought it upon herself."
I dropped my jaw, speechless.
These people are savages.
At this point the girl had stopped screaming and yelling. She was sprawled on the floor, crying.
I felt the hair on the back of my neck rising--and I remembered Dongha, who sent me here without knowing anything.
Hyung, save me.
"That's right," another voice spoke up. I turned around in surprise; it was from the cell next door. A male with short brown hair and worn face was sitting on the floor, drawing sketches on the floor with a piece of lead. "It's useless to fight back," he said in a lifeless tone. He seemed to be listening to the whole thing, but his eyes were blank and emotionless.
I wanted to scream. Just how much damage have they done to the patients?
"Wasn't he from Room Eleven as well?" the second guard whispered to the other two.
I froze.
A former patient of Room Eleven?
"Yeah, he's the one Mr. Yoo was talking about last time," the bald one answered.
Will all of us end up like him?
The three guards then proceeded to grab me without a warning. Chungho didn't stop them, and he only watched silently as they dragged me up the stairs.
"Let me go!" I cried, but they were too strong. From the corner of my eyes I could see the girl trembling in pain.
She was calling to me in a pleading voice.
"Help me."
There's nothing I can do to save her from this place.
He threw a cup of coffee at our feet. It shattered to pieces, and I could feel the hot liquid burning my toes.
But I didn't squeal or anything.
"You can't even fucking make a decent coffee?" he yelled at Myunghee, who was lying on the floor. Her cheek was covered in a red bruise.
Me and Dongha held to each other, shaking, as he continued shouting at her like a mad person.
"And you," he glared at me. I flinched anxiously. "I told you to clean the fucking bathroom after lunch." He walked closer to us, and we staggered back in fear. "But you didn't."
I clutched to Dongha's sleeves tightly, keeping my mouth shut.
"Now it's fucking dirty." He pulled us apart and dragged me out of the living room.
"No!" Dongha cried. "Let Dongwoon go!" Before he could come any closer, Uncle threw him against the wall. Dongha screamed in pain.
I was too small and weak, so I didn't fight back as I was hauled into the bathroom. "Clean it!" I didn't say anything, and he smacked my head on the edge of the closet. I bit my lips to endure the pain. "You useless piece of shit! I won't say it again, now clean it!"
Holding back the tears, I refused to look at him in the face. That big hand continued to land punches on my face until I felt I was going to pass out.
I had to escape.
Author: qrn
Pairing: OT6
Rating: M (Mature), for sexual & violent themes
Summary: Each of them has their own problems that may just be too hard to cure.
Author's Notes: Happy Easter everyone <333 I'm so sorry for the late update (again)... I promise I'll make it up to you tomorrow~~ More secrets & explanations about the institution (or rehab, facility, whichever you want to refer it as) are revealed! Surprise cameos in this chapter (very easy to guess, for both of them) =D I hope you guys don't kill me for the overly depressing & disturbing content >.< Feedbacks & comments are welcome, as always ^^ Enjoy!
16. DONGWOON
The door was open.
No, it wasn't open--there was just a tiny gap.
One could hear faint panting sounds.
I knew I shouldn't, but I peeked anyway.
She was pinned down on the bed, her arms wrapped around him. As his hip thrusted back and forth, I could see her body moving up and down in a steady rhythm. Her fingers slowly trailed down his back and disappeared under the covers.
I tightened my grip on the door's edge.
He leaned down and went for her neck. With closed eyes, she released quick, gentle moans. I could see her face clearly.
It was the same expression she'd give me every night.
Her breath quickened in pleasure as he gyrated his hip faster, his hands ruffled through her long, tangled mass of black hair.
Only this time she murmured a name other than mine.
"Geonil-ah."
I walked away with a thorn in my chest.
Everything was hazy.
I didn't even know if I was still in the same room anymore; there was only a blur of dark colors surrounding me. Strangely, I felt drowsy and exhausted.
"It was only the first session." A big figure stood before me. I blinked my eyes repeatedly, trying to make out who it was. I swallowed; my mouth was very dry.
But somehow the voice sounded familiar.
He moved in closer, and I slowly regained my vision.
It's that guard.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
Why is he here?
For some reason, I felt relieved that he was there (after our last conversation together, I decided that he could be trusted). I looked around in confusion. "Where am I?" I asked. The room resembled a dungeon; there was a big lantern in one corner, and the walls were of greyish color. In front of me were steel bars, and outside was a brick stairwell leading up (was this underground?); I started to think why such a room existed in this building. My back was somehow glued to the wall, and I couldn't move my limbs.
How long was I unconscious for?
He stared at me with concern. "I was told to bring you here after the therapy."
Therapy.
My eyes widened at the word. The last thing I could remember seeing before I passed out was...
"Myunghee!" I cried anxiously. My arms wouldn't budge. I looked down in horror.
I'm in a fucking straitjacket.
Agitated, I tried moving my feet--only to realize they were shackled in leg irons. "Where is Myunghee?" The image of her pale face was becoming clearer in my mind.
Noona!
He shook his head sadly. "I'm sorry, but I can't release you."
"Let me go!" I tried wriggling my arms free, but to no avail. I noticed that the straitjacket was strapped by metal chains to the wall, hence I couldn't move. "They have Myunghee!" The fact that her corpse was perfectly normal and not rotting away was telling me that they must have done something to it.
I was there at her funeral, and I watched her being buried.
"I don't have a choice," he said in a sombre tone. "Taejin-sshi said you have to stay."
Taejin.
I gritted my teeth in fury when I heard the name. Him. "I don't fucking care what his orders were," I hissed. "All I know is that they've got my cousin's dead body, and I have to stop them before they do some sick experiments with it!" The straps are too damn tight. "Let me go!" I can't breathe.
He let out a gloomy sigh. "I can't."
"I have to go!" I shouted at him. I won't let them.
"No," he said. "I won't let you."
"Because some sicko told you to?" I'll save her no matter what it takes. "I need to go!"
"You can't stop them," he added. "They had a reason for bringing in your cousin."
What?
"What the hell are you talking about?" I stared at him incredulously. The chains made a clinking noise.
He seemed reluctant. "Look, I can only tell you this much," he lowered his voice. "But the experiment's far more dangerous than you think."
It did seem like they really wanted to kill me. "Why would they need Myunghee?" I said, gritting my teeth. She's already dead a long time ago, so why?
"This place holds many secrets," he said slowly. "Deadly secrets that even us guards aren't supposed to know about."
I swallowed, hard. We're doomed. My breath fastened, and I could feel beads of sweat forming on my head. Why do I feel so tired? "Bring me back to my room."
"I've told you." He stood still, looking at me woefully. "You have to stay."
My mind recalled Taejin injecting some kind of drug into my arm. That bastard. I shut my eyes, trying to hold in the stinging pain that was slowly creeping down to my stomach. Whatever it was, it must be something illegal because my whole body feels strange right now. "What's your name?" Asking his name couldn't hurt.
"Chungho."
"Why do you work here?"
The bulky man shot me a bitter look. "I..."
What kind of person would want to work in this sick place?
He cleared his throat. "...I brought my younger sister here to treat her alcohol addiction last year."
I stopped struggling.
"They killed her," he added quietly.
There was a silence.
"...I'm sorry," I looked down.
Even him, too.
"So I came here after a few months of no contact from her," he continued. "I can't escape from this place."
Why?
"What did they threaten you with?" I asked.
He raised his eyebrows. "What?"
"What's gonna happen if you don't do what they say?"
He was quiet for a moment, as if hesitant to answer.
Is it something to do with the mysterious owner of this institution?
"...Well?" I pressed.
The metal keys were dangling in his pocket. "I can't tell you."
"Why?" It must be a really dangerous secret. "Are they going to kill you or...?"
"That--" His words were interrupted by a girl screaming and shouting as she was being led down the stairs. She was short with shoulder-length black hair, and she wasn't dressed in a straitjacket. Her hands were tied together by a thick, white rope, and I could see grazes forming on her legs from brushing against the cold floor.
Who is she?
"No! Please, don't!" she cried, shaking her head. "No!" Tears were streaming down her beautiful young face as the guard dragged her by the arm forcefully. I could only watch silently.
Let her go.
"No, wait!" she shouted helplessly, but the guard didn't listen as he pushed her into the room (or cell?) next to mine. He locked the steel bars, and left without a word. "Take me back!" Then she began to sob.
I looked at Chungho, who was standing in front of me. "Why did they bring her here?" I asked. "What is this place?"
"Exactly what it looks like," he replied. "An underground prison."
So I was right.
"What did she do?" I asked.
He replied quietly, "She's no different to you."
Huh?
"W-What do you mean?" I was slowly feeling nauseous.
He didn't say anything, but suddenly moved closer and reached for my arms.
Don't touch me.
"What are you--" I paused as I watched him untie the straps. I stared quizzically without a word and he continued unfastening the chains and leg irons. I let the straitjacket fall to the floor, and I could move my limbs now.
"Let's go," he said.
I stood still, giving him a confused look.
"They just ordered me to return you to your room." He walked to the bars and inserted a key the metal lock. It opened with a clank.
"But how? There was no voice or whatever..." It was strange, because apparently they had speakers installed in most rooms so the staff could give out instructions through them, "...and you don't seem to have a communication device..." He didn't carry a walkie-talkie of some sort with him. So how did they...?
"That's not for you to know, kid," he said, opening the heavy door of steel bars. "Get out."
I didn't ask anymore questions as I was relieved enough by the fact that I could save Myunghee once I went back upstairs. Arms hanging by my sides, I stepped outside. I glanced down the long corridor and I could see a person (or patient?) dressed in straitjackets in each cell. They were either asleep or sitting down on the floor (so it seemed that I was the only dangerous one, being bound to the wall with a leg irons and all). Then I laid my eyes on the sobbing girl in the cell next to mine. "What about her?"
He shook his head, looking forlorn. "There's nothing we can do about it."
I continued to gaze at her. She was sitting down on the floor, wiping her wet eyes. Her black hair was unkempt, and I could see bruises and blood on her arms. She looked miserable. Something about her sparked the curiosity within me.
What did she do to get sent down here?
I approached her cell, and she looked up in an instant. "Are you okay?"
She jumped up and ran to the steel bars. I jerked back in surprise. "Help me," she pleaded. Her beautiful round eyes were brimmed with tears, and I felt a wave of sympathy gushing over me.
"What happened?" I asked softly. Chungho was watching behind me without saying a word.
Her hands gripped on the steel bars, shaking. "They said... they said they're going to kill my family."
My eyes widened. "What?"
"If--If I don't do what they want me to do, they..." She bit her lips, her face pale with fear.
"What did they make you do?" I could feel anger boiling up inside me. Is she fucking serious?
"They..." She gulped. "They wanted me for the virus experiment!"
I held my breath in shock. Virus?
"They--" Suddenly she shut her eyes and fell to the floor. "No!"
What's happening?
She was writhing on the cold ground, kicking her legs in the air (as if there was an invisible force hovering over her). Clutching to her head, she let out agonizing screams. "No!"
Shaking the steel bars in panic, I turned to the guard. "Do something!" She seems to be in deep pain.
But he only stood there, not moving. "I can't."
"What do you mean you can't?" I cried, amidst the screaming. "She's hurting!"
The girl continued tossing and turning on the floor. "I'm sorry!" Her small body was shaking vigorously as she continued groaning and moaning in pain. "It hurts!"
This is fucked up.
Suddenly the uneasy feelings in my stomach and head seemed to have disappeared. "We have to help her!" I yelled at the guard, whose fingers were twitching anxiously.
"Help!" she cried, and I could see dark red liquid oozing out of her ears.
Blood.
"She's bleeding!" I grabbed the guard by the collar. "Where are the keys?" He only stared with widened eyes, cringing in horror. Despite his large built, he's quite a coward.
"It hurts!" The girl kept screaming (surprisingly, people in the other cells didn't show any reaction towards the disturbance), her fingers digging into her cheeks. "No!"
"Hurry up!" I urged, shaking his collar. He eventually relented, and slowly took out the set of keys from his pocket. Without a word, he hurried to the steel bars and twisted open the metal lock. I opened the door and immediately rushed to the girl, who by this time had blood coming out of her mouth. Oh my God. "What's happening to her?"
"I--I don't know," Chungho said, trembling. "I don't know."
"Make it stop!" she wailed, tears of blood pouring from her eyes. "It hurts!"
I realized that there was nothing I could do to save her.
Just like with Myunghee-noona.
Suddenly three guards emerged outside, stopping right in front of the bars.
"He can go back to his room now," one with a large built and shaven head said gruffly to Chungho, motioning to me. "Why are you still here?"
"We--" Chungho paused, looking at the crying girl in fright. "She..." He was at loss for words.
The three of them stared at her coldly. "Mr. Yoo said she's being punished, so we should leave her," a guard with tan skin and dreadlocks added.
Mr. Yoo. I clenched my fists. Of course. "What do you mean by punishment?" I yelled at them. "She'll die!" Chungho only stood behind me, not saying anything.
The three guards shrugged. "She refused to participate in the experiment," another with cropped hair and scar on his left eye said. "She brought it upon herself."
I dropped my jaw, speechless.
These people are savages.
At this point the girl had stopped screaming and yelling. She was sprawled on the floor, crying.
I felt the hair on the back of my neck rising--and I remembered Dongha, who sent me here without knowing anything.
Hyung, save me.
"That's right," another voice spoke up. I turned around in surprise; it was from the cell next door. A male with short brown hair and worn face was sitting on the floor, drawing sketches on the floor with a piece of lead. "It's useless to fight back," he said in a lifeless tone. He seemed to be listening to the whole thing, but his eyes were blank and emotionless.
I wanted to scream. Just how much damage have they done to the patients?
"Wasn't he from Room Eleven as well?" the second guard whispered to the other two.
I froze.
A former patient of Room Eleven?
"Yeah, he's the one Mr. Yoo was talking about last time," the bald one answered.
Will all of us end up like him?
The three guards then proceeded to grab me without a warning. Chungho didn't stop them, and he only watched silently as they dragged me up the stairs.
"Let me go!" I cried, but they were too strong. From the corner of my eyes I could see the girl trembling in pain.
She was calling to me in a pleading voice.
"Help me."
There's nothing I can do to save her from this place.
He threw a cup of coffee at our feet. It shattered to pieces, and I could feel the hot liquid burning my toes.
But I didn't squeal or anything.
"You can't even fucking make a decent coffee?" he yelled at Myunghee, who was lying on the floor. Her cheek was covered in a red bruise.
Me and Dongha held to each other, shaking, as he continued shouting at her like a mad person.
"And you," he glared at me. I flinched anxiously. "I told you to clean the fucking bathroom after lunch." He walked closer to us, and we staggered back in fear. "But you didn't."
I clutched to Dongha's sleeves tightly, keeping my mouth shut.
"Now it's fucking dirty." He pulled us apart and dragged me out of the living room.
"No!" Dongha cried. "Let Dongwoon go!" Before he could come any closer, Uncle threw him against the wall. Dongha screamed in pain.
I was too small and weak, so I didn't fight back as I was hauled into the bathroom. "Clean it!" I didn't say anything, and he smacked my head on the edge of the closet. I bit my lips to endure the pain. "You useless piece of shit! I won't say it again, now clean it!"
Holding back the tears, I refused to look at him in the face. That big hand continued to land punches on my face until I felt I was going to pass out.
I had to escape.