Echo of Dusk - Chapter VI (SECTION 1)
I can be your hero, baby. I can kiss away the pain.
Am I in too deep? Have I lost my mind?
Well I don’t care...You’re here, tonight.
Hangeng yawned and dipped the shaving stick back into the small bucket of water to wash the little bits of facial hair away. He leaned forward and carefully brought the blade back against JaeJoong’s pale jaw.
For a while now he had been ordered to shave the silent boy to keep up his delicate beauty for the camp’s cruel North Korean supervisors. Hangeng didn’t mind doing it though, it gave him more time to talk to JaeJoong and guard him from his predators.
For several weeks now he could not deny he had noticed a change in JaeJoong. At first when Hangeng had come to ease his fever, JaeJoong would sometimes talk to him or at the very least respond to Hangeng’s questions. But for a few weeks, Hangeng had noticed the boy’s dwindling responses and was lucky if he even heard JaeJoong utter a word at all. Perhaps he was just sad. Or maybe he lacked the energy to speak - every time he came, Hangeng would insist on JaeJoong eating the bread they offered to him, for he knew that the days he wasn’t there JaeJoong refused to eat anything. Had it been pride which initially stopped him? “You are doing unspeakable things to me, so why should I grovel and accept your disgusting food?” Hangeng couldn’t decide. But now, JaeJoong’s stomach had grown unaccustomed to large amounts of food, which didn’t help any.
For awhile, Hangeng had JaeJoong eating almost every day with his coaxing of the only phrase that seemed to have any effect on the younger boy, “come on, little one, do it for your Yunho!” But that didn’t even stir a response now.
Another problem Hangeng was admittedly worried about was JaeJoong’s never-ending infection. His anal tissue had been torn quite badly for almost eight months but could not start to heal due to the constant penetration JaeJoong experienced. Hangeng knew that for JaeJoong having sex was always extremely painful now. Because of that, he tried to inject him with some morphine every now and then to help numb the sharp, stinging pain of his anus.
Although the boy barely spoke anymore, Hangeng couldn’t help but enjoy the time he spent with JaeJoong. JaeJoong was only a few years younger so it felt like Hangeng was taking care of a little brother.
He would talk almost nonstop to JaeJoong, hoping that in some way the normality might give the boy some comfort. Sometimes JaeJoong would even hold onto Hangeng’s hand whilst he washed him; a silent gesture that let Hangeng know his presence was indeed appreciated.
Slipping the blade into the bucket of water for the last time, Hangeng watched glumly it as it sank, hitting the bottom with a tiny clank. His time with JaeJoong would officially be up any moment now that he’d fulfilled his obligation. He’d have to move on to his other patients even though none made him as happy to be with as JaeJoong. And he even had a new one too!
Just two days ago, a tall, South Korean man had been captured whose arm wound needing desperate attending to. He hadn’t really tried to talk with the tall soldier, mostly feeling a little intimidated for no reason Hangeng could explain. Maybe it was because he’d heard that the man had murdered JinDong. He hadn’t liked to associate much with the crude supervisor but even so, the thought of him being murdered by that guy was a little creepy.
“Bye bye, Youngwoong,” Hangeng sighed. “I’m off to heal the rest of the sinners. Not that you’re a sinner…” he laughed in realization.
“I’ll see you soon. After all…” Hangeng bent down and wiggled his eyebrows. “I know where you live.”
Smiling at his own silliness, which only really came out when he was with his Youngwoong, he grabbed his medical kit and stood up to stretch his long legs.
Walking down the corridor as slowly as possible, and climbing up the stairs, he stopped outside the doorway of the furthest room. Sighing, he turned the doorknob and entered the stuffy room.
The man looked like he was asleep, his hands still locked into the chains which bound him to the wall behind him. Most prisoners lived in bunk beds in long, communal rooms, but the dangerous ones like this man had to be specially shackled.
Hangeng cautiously moved the man’s hands out of the chains to peer at his bandaged wound. As he began unwrapping it, he noticed the man’s eyes opening from his sleep.
“Annyoung,” he tiredly greeted.
Hangeng shot him a nervous smile and continued with his work.
“Thanks for coming in again. It’s nice to see that some of you at least treat people with respect.”
“You’ve assumed differently?” Hangeng curiously asked, slightly aggravated.
“Absolutely.”
The man’s face was full of bitterness…or was that Hangeng’s imagination? No, surely a faced carved with such hatred could not have been a trick of the mind. Hangeng swallowed quickly.
“What’s your name? You’re Chinese, right?”
Hangeng looked up in alarm. Why was his name needed? Had this man asked JinDong for his name as well before he shot him?!
“H-Hangeng.”
“Ahh,” the man nodded. “Nice to meet you again, Hangeng-shii.”
“May I inquire your name, sir?” Hangeng questioned politely, hoping to move the conversation off himself.
“Jung Yunho.”
Hangeng’s fingers stopped. His breathing became scattered. He looked down at the man in quiet shock.
Yunho stared back at him, confused as to why the doctor had stopped tending to his arm wound.
“Yun…Ho?” Hangeng slowly articulated.
“That’s right.”
“You’re called YunHo!”
“Yes, that’s right,” Yunho confirmed, still a little confused. He watched as the odd Chinese doctor sat back down, leaving his bandage lying half wrapped down his lower arm.
“I wonder if you’re THE Yunho!” Hangeng exclaimed in Chinese, completely forgetting his initial trepidation over the prisoner due to the flood of his newfound exhilaration.
“You are new here, yes? Goodness! And you know Youngwoong! Did you come for him?”
“Who?” Yunho questioned, wondering silently if this young doctor might need someone to look over his own mental condition.
“I’m sorry, I do not know his actual name. He never told me. But I named him myself. Youngwoong,” in his excitement he could barely grasp his memory of Korean.
“I like to call him Youngwoong because in my eyes that is what he is. If I was in his situation I know I would not be able to handle it. Not many have, actually. They all shot themselves to save them from living a life of humiliation and torture. But…not Youngwoong. He puts up with it and does not seem to complain. His soul is…how do you say it…made of strong stuff. So he is truly Youngwoong, yes? Truly a hero. I am wrong?”
Yunho stared at him, unsure of what to think. It was a lovely monologue but…what exactly was he supposed to say? He hadn’t understood any of what the odd Chinese doctor had told him. He certainly could not understand why the Chinese doctor had even expected him to have known all this in the first place. Maybe his Korean was just a little…mixed up?
“I’m really sorry but…I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”
“About Youngwoong?” The doctor sighed. “I am sorry, I thought you might have been someone else.”
“That’s quite alright,” Yunho smiled. The doctor was certainly an interesting and friendly sort of guy. He felt sorry for him though, he was getting the impression that he had disappointed him in some way.
“So, tell me about this Youngwoong fellow. He seems to be quite a soft spot for you. I might not understand you but…to be honest, I’m going to go crazy in here with no one else to talk to, and God knows I need a distraction.”
The doctor smiled and once more remembered he had a bandage in front of him which was only half attended to. Pulling the bandage tightly over Yunho’s arm again, he sighed. “Youngwoong is a friend of mine. Kind of strange, I think people would feel. But I understand that thought. I am a Chinese doctor who has been friendly with an enemy prisoner. That is not normal, maybe I am not normal either,” he chuckled.
“He comes from the South like you do. I think he originally was captured for information. But then after they pumped all they could from him they…found another use.”
Hangeng felt odd talking to this man about his dear friend. Just because he shared the same name as Youngwoong’s lover didn’t equate to trust. He felt almost like he was betraying some important secret, and yet he couldn’t stop himself either.
“When I first met him, he was quite sick. He was delirious from infection and also suffering through a high fever. In his deliria he thought I was a guy called YunHo. Same as you, yes? So now I apologise for my excitement earlier…” Hangeng trailed off and looked up from his handy work as he felt the man’s muscles under his fingers stiffen immensely. He even looked like he was finding it difficult to access enough oxygen and Hangeng wondered anxiously is maybe the man’s throat was constricting too much.
“A-Are you alright? Are you finding it difficult to breathe?”
“J-JaeJ-Joong…” He chocked out.
“Pardon? JaeJoong?...I do not know what that word means.”
“JaeJoong,” the man repeated. “His name isn’t Youngwoong, it’s JaeJoong.”
Hangeng took a deep breath and stared at the man in front of him in bewilderment. He could not believe this. This man…he…
“It’s really true. You are his YunHo.” It was no longer a question but a shocked statement.
“Jae…Joong…” Hangeng said slowly, tasting each new syllable. “Ahhh. His name is even pretty!” Looking back at his patient he peered at his face intently. “I cannot believe you are his Yunho. I never thought I’d ever meet you. This is just…inconceivable! You…came for him then, yes?”
“I came for him…” Yunho confirmed weakly. “At least I tried to. But then I realized what they have been doing to him and…” he couldn’t continue, the lump in his throat was much too heavy. He fell back against the wall as the images he had concocted flung themselves at him without mercy. He closed his eyes in pain, trying not to imagine JaeJoong anymore.
“And in your anger you shot the man who told you,” Hangeng nodded, relieved to finally glimpse the big picture.
“So y-you’ve…you’ve been with him?” Yunho quietly asked.
Hangeng felt his heart ache a little at the sight of Yunho’s face. He looked like he was just a little boy lost in the dark, scary woods and trying not to cry.
“Yes…I’ve been with him. I always try to go as often as possible to look after him. The room is badly ventilated…blood and vomit everywhere. And he gets so easily dehydrated… Honestly, you need to get him out of here. His infection won’t heal properly because they are just too rough with him and…God…I’ve been with him for so long. I’ve seen that place suck out his whole soul. He won’t even talk to me anymore. He needs to get out.”
Hangeng looked up, only to wish he hadn’t. This man…strong enough to shoot JinDong was…crying. The sight was enough to silence any further words from the poor doctor.
“W-Why!” the man exclaimed, stifling back an anguished sob. “Why! Why are you telling me all this!” His emotional demand echoed around the room, the anger in his voice painting the walls a darker shade of grey.
“I’m going to die in here. Why do you want my last image of him, my last memory of him, my beautiful JaeJoong, to be that?!”
Hangeng sat in depressed silence, watching the man before him crying and shattered.
“I love him. And I’ve hated myself every day for not being able to protect him properly. WHY are you TELLING me all this!”
“I am telling you this…” Hangeng replied slowly, “Because I am just as angry as you. Anger, is strength.”
“Anger is what got me locked up in here in the first place,” Yunho spat back.
“Yes, but…Yunho-shii, you’re not going to die like this. Not here. You are going to get out of here and take him away. Take him back to where he deserves to be. And I will help you. I will help you not just because I hate communism and this war, but because I want to see for my own two eyes that boy becoming happy. I want to see if his smile is as beautiful as I have imagined. Is this wrong?”
“How…?” Yunho helplessly questioned. He was tired and emotional, and seemingly without any hope.
Hangeng joined him in silence. “I…I will get a uniform for you. And then I…” He paused, staring at his medical kit helplessly. “Then I will inject YoungWo…JaeJoong’s guard with an overdose of morphine. I should not really waste it on an undeserving ninny like the guard but…”
“Heh. That’s a pretty vicious and cunning attack.”
“I know, right? Never piss off a doctor.”
Yunho smile weakly. “Right.”
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A step into the darkness.
I tried to be quieter as I followed Hangeng down the metal staircase, but my desperation to get to him was just too overpowering. I couldn’t see much from the staircase but thick darkness. But the temporary blindness from my tired eyes heightened my sense of hearing; the dull clang of my heavy, stolen army boots against the metal stairs was deafening.
As I neared the end of the steps, my eyes became more adjusted and I could see the outline of a window pane. I only had the weak glow of the morning sun to assist me in my search, but even that light was scattered and half hidden between the tall trees surrounding the camp.
I found the tray of food before I found him. I accidentally tripped over it, surprised that it hadn’t been touched despite the early time of morning. The bread even seemed quite consumable from what I could see in the limited lighting. Better than most I had seen in the camps… How generous of them to provide their sex slaves with more nutrients and energy.
I felt my fists clenching up painfully.
I did not like anybody touching him. But they would have. A silent walk over to here with Hangeng gave me the time to accept it. Not to mention the long day I had spent in my confinement after Hangeng had left yesterday, remaining alone and haunted by new horrendous thoughts of JaeJoong’s current condition.
He would have been touched in ways so indecent I could barely imagine. Penetrated against his will. Raped over and over again. Crying for me (if I was even still in his thoughts to begin with), crying for peace and crying for his former life.
What would I do when I found him? How would I ever be able to heal those horrors from his mind and soul? Would his soul even be able to be headed? Or what the ribbon already be too frayed?
Would my soul be able to recover?
Hangeng turned to me and stared solemnly into my eyes. “YunHo, please do not lose control. Prepare for the worst but do not lose your control or the three of us will never have any chance!”
I nodded, my heart speeding up dramatically. But despite his warning, I could feel things were never going to be that simple.
SECTION 2 TIME!! :D
Am I in too deep? Have I lost my mind?
Well I don’t care...You’re here, tonight.
Hangeng yawned and dipped the shaving stick back into the small bucket of water to wash the little bits of facial hair away. He leaned forward and carefully brought the blade back against JaeJoong’s pale jaw.
For a while now he had been ordered to shave the silent boy to keep up his delicate beauty for the camp’s cruel North Korean supervisors. Hangeng didn’t mind doing it though, it gave him more time to talk to JaeJoong and guard him from his predators.
For several weeks now he could not deny he had noticed a change in JaeJoong. At first when Hangeng had come to ease his fever, JaeJoong would sometimes talk to him or at the very least respond to Hangeng’s questions. But for a few weeks, Hangeng had noticed the boy’s dwindling responses and was lucky if he even heard JaeJoong utter a word at all. Perhaps he was just sad. Or maybe he lacked the energy to speak - every time he came, Hangeng would insist on JaeJoong eating the bread they offered to him, for he knew that the days he wasn’t there JaeJoong refused to eat anything. Had it been pride which initially stopped him? “You are doing unspeakable things to me, so why should I grovel and accept your disgusting food?” Hangeng couldn’t decide. But now, JaeJoong’s stomach had grown unaccustomed to large amounts of food, which didn’t help any.
For awhile, Hangeng had JaeJoong eating almost every day with his coaxing of the only phrase that seemed to have any effect on the younger boy, “come on, little one, do it for your Yunho!” But that didn’t even stir a response now.
Another problem Hangeng was admittedly worried about was JaeJoong’s never-ending infection. His anal tissue had been torn quite badly for almost eight months but could not start to heal due to the constant penetration JaeJoong experienced. Hangeng knew that for JaeJoong having sex was always extremely painful now. Because of that, he tried to inject him with some morphine every now and then to help numb the sharp, stinging pain of his anus.
Although the boy barely spoke anymore, Hangeng couldn’t help but enjoy the time he spent with JaeJoong. JaeJoong was only a few years younger so it felt like Hangeng was taking care of a little brother.
He would talk almost nonstop to JaeJoong, hoping that in some way the normality might give the boy some comfort. Sometimes JaeJoong would even hold onto Hangeng’s hand whilst he washed him; a silent gesture that let Hangeng know his presence was indeed appreciated.
Slipping the blade into the bucket of water for the last time, Hangeng watched glumly it as it sank, hitting the bottom with a tiny clank. His time with JaeJoong would officially be up any moment now that he’d fulfilled his obligation. He’d have to move on to his other patients even though none made him as happy to be with as JaeJoong. And he even had a new one too!
Just two days ago, a tall, South Korean man had been captured whose arm wound needing desperate attending to. He hadn’t really tried to talk with the tall soldier, mostly feeling a little intimidated for no reason Hangeng could explain. Maybe it was because he’d heard that the man had murdered JinDong. He hadn’t liked to associate much with the crude supervisor but even so, the thought of him being murdered by that guy was a little creepy.
“Bye bye, Youngwoong,” Hangeng sighed. “I’m off to heal the rest of the sinners. Not that you’re a sinner…” he laughed in realization.
“I’ll see you soon. After all…” Hangeng bent down and wiggled his eyebrows. “I know where you live.”
Smiling at his own silliness, which only really came out when he was with his Youngwoong, he grabbed his medical kit and stood up to stretch his long legs.
Walking down the corridor as slowly as possible, and climbing up the stairs, he stopped outside the doorway of the furthest room. Sighing, he turned the doorknob and entered the stuffy room.
The man looked like he was asleep, his hands still locked into the chains which bound him to the wall behind him. Most prisoners lived in bunk beds in long, communal rooms, but the dangerous ones like this man had to be specially shackled.
Hangeng cautiously moved the man’s hands out of the chains to peer at his bandaged wound. As he began unwrapping it, he noticed the man’s eyes opening from his sleep.
“Annyoung,” he tiredly greeted.
Hangeng shot him a nervous smile and continued with his work.
“Thanks for coming in again. It’s nice to see that some of you at least treat people with respect.”
“You’ve assumed differently?” Hangeng curiously asked, slightly aggravated.
“Absolutely.”
The man’s face was full of bitterness…or was that Hangeng’s imagination? No, surely a faced carved with such hatred could not have been a trick of the mind. Hangeng swallowed quickly.
“What’s your name? You’re Chinese, right?”
Hangeng looked up in alarm. Why was his name needed? Had this man asked JinDong for his name as well before he shot him?!
“H-Hangeng.”
“Ahh,” the man nodded. “Nice to meet you again, Hangeng-shii.”
“May I inquire your name, sir?” Hangeng questioned politely, hoping to move the conversation off himself.
“Jung Yunho.”
Hangeng’s fingers stopped. His breathing became scattered. He looked down at the man in quiet shock.
Yunho stared back at him, confused as to why the doctor had stopped tending to his arm wound.
“Yun…Ho?” Hangeng slowly articulated.
“That’s right.”
“You’re called YunHo!”
“Yes, that’s right,” Yunho confirmed, still a little confused. He watched as the odd Chinese doctor sat back down, leaving his bandage lying half wrapped down his lower arm.
“I wonder if you’re THE Yunho!” Hangeng exclaimed in Chinese, completely forgetting his initial trepidation over the prisoner due to the flood of his newfound exhilaration.
“You are new here, yes? Goodness! And you know Youngwoong! Did you come for him?”
“Who?” Yunho questioned, wondering silently if this young doctor might need someone to look over his own mental condition.
“I’m sorry, I do not know his actual name. He never told me. But I named him myself. Youngwoong,” in his excitement he could barely grasp his memory of Korean.
“I like to call him Youngwoong because in my eyes that is what he is. If I was in his situation I know I would not be able to handle it. Not many have, actually. They all shot themselves to save them from living a life of humiliation and torture. But…not Youngwoong. He puts up with it and does not seem to complain. His soul is…how do you say it…made of strong stuff. So he is truly Youngwoong, yes? Truly a hero. I am wrong?”
Yunho stared at him, unsure of what to think. It was a lovely monologue but…what exactly was he supposed to say? He hadn’t understood any of what the odd Chinese doctor had told him. He certainly could not understand why the Chinese doctor had even expected him to have known all this in the first place. Maybe his Korean was just a little…mixed up?
“I’m really sorry but…I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”
“About Youngwoong?” The doctor sighed. “I am sorry, I thought you might have been someone else.”
“That’s quite alright,” Yunho smiled. The doctor was certainly an interesting and friendly sort of guy. He felt sorry for him though, he was getting the impression that he had disappointed him in some way.
“So, tell me about this Youngwoong fellow. He seems to be quite a soft spot for you. I might not understand you but…to be honest, I’m going to go crazy in here with no one else to talk to, and God knows I need a distraction.”
The doctor smiled and once more remembered he had a bandage in front of him which was only half attended to. Pulling the bandage tightly over Yunho’s arm again, he sighed. “Youngwoong is a friend of mine. Kind of strange, I think people would feel. But I understand that thought. I am a Chinese doctor who has been friendly with an enemy prisoner. That is not normal, maybe I am not normal either,” he chuckled.
“He comes from the South like you do. I think he originally was captured for information. But then after they pumped all they could from him they…found another use.”
Hangeng felt odd talking to this man about his dear friend. Just because he shared the same name as Youngwoong’s lover didn’t equate to trust. He felt almost like he was betraying some important secret, and yet he couldn’t stop himself either.
“When I first met him, he was quite sick. He was delirious from infection and also suffering through a high fever. In his deliria he thought I was a guy called YunHo. Same as you, yes? So now I apologise for my excitement earlier…” Hangeng trailed off and looked up from his handy work as he felt the man’s muscles under his fingers stiffen immensely. He even looked like he was finding it difficult to access enough oxygen and Hangeng wondered anxiously is maybe the man’s throat was constricting too much.
“A-Are you alright? Are you finding it difficult to breathe?”
“J-JaeJ-Joong…” He chocked out.
“Pardon? JaeJoong?...I do not know what that word means.”
“JaeJoong,” the man repeated. “His name isn’t Youngwoong, it’s JaeJoong.”
Hangeng took a deep breath and stared at the man in front of him in bewilderment. He could not believe this. This man…he…
“It’s really true. You are his YunHo.” It was no longer a question but a shocked statement.
“Jae…Joong…” Hangeng said slowly, tasting each new syllable. “Ahhh. His name is even pretty!” Looking back at his patient he peered at his face intently. “I cannot believe you are his Yunho. I never thought I’d ever meet you. This is just…inconceivable! You…came for him then, yes?”
“I came for him…” Yunho confirmed weakly. “At least I tried to. But then I realized what they have been doing to him and…” he couldn’t continue, the lump in his throat was much too heavy. He fell back against the wall as the images he had concocted flung themselves at him without mercy. He closed his eyes in pain, trying not to imagine JaeJoong anymore.
“And in your anger you shot the man who told you,” Hangeng nodded, relieved to finally glimpse the big picture.
“So y-you’ve…you’ve been with him?” Yunho quietly asked.
Hangeng felt his heart ache a little at the sight of Yunho’s face. He looked like he was just a little boy lost in the dark, scary woods and trying not to cry.
“Yes…I’ve been with him. I always try to go as often as possible to look after him. The room is badly ventilated…blood and vomit everywhere. And he gets so easily dehydrated… Honestly, you need to get him out of here. His infection won’t heal properly because they are just too rough with him and…God…I’ve been with him for so long. I’ve seen that place suck out his whole soul. He won’t even talk to me anymore. He needs to get out.”
Hangeng looked up, only to wish he hadn’t. This man…strong enough to shoot JinDong was…crying. The sight was enough to silence any further words from the poor doctor.
“W-Why!” the man exclaimed, stifling back an anguished sob. “Why! Why are you telling me all this!” His emotional demand echoed around the room, the anger in his voice painting the walls a darker shade of grey.
“I’m going to die in here. Why do you want my last image of him, my last memory of him, my beautiful JaeJoong, to be that?!”
Hangeng sat in depressed silence, watching the man before him crying and shattered.
“I love him. And I’ve hated myself every day for not being able to protect him properly. WHY are you TELLING me all this!”
“I am telling you this…” Hangeng replied slowly, “Because I am just as angry as you. Anger, is strength.”
“Anger is what got me locked up in here in the first place,” Yunho spat back.
“Yes, but…Yunho-shii, you’re not going to die like this. Not here. You are going to get out of here and take him away. Take him back to where he deserves to be. And I will help you. I will help you not just because I hate communism and this war, but because I want to see for my own two eyes that boy becoming happy. I want to see if his smile is as beautiful as I have imagined. Is this wrong?”
“How…?” Yunho helplessly questioned. He was tired and emotional, and seemingly without any hope.
Hangeng joined him in silence. “I…I will get a uniform for you. And then I…” He paused, staring at his medical kit helplessly. “Then I will inject YoungWo…JaeJoong’s guard with an overdose of morphine. I should not really waste it on an undeserving ninny like the guard but…”
“Heh. That’s a pretty vicious and cunning attack.”
“I know, right? Never piss off a doctor.”
Yunho smile weakly. “Right.”
--- --- --- --- --- --- ---
A step into the darkness.
I tried to be quieter as I followed Hangeng down the metal staircase, but my desperation to get to him was just too overpowering. I couldn’t see much from the staircase but thick darkness. But the temporary blindness from my tired eyes heightened my sense of hearing; the dull clang of my heavy, stolen army boots against the metal stairs was deafening.
As I neared the end of the steps, my eyes became more adjusted and I could see the outline of a window pane. I only had the weak glow of the morning sun to assist me in my search, but even that light was scattered and half hidden between the tall trees surrounding the camp.
I found the tray of food before I found him. I accidentally tripped over it, surprised that it hadn’t been touched despite the early time of morning. The bread even seemed quite consumable from what I could see in the limited lighting. Better than most I had seen in the camps… How generous of them to provide their sex slaves with more nutrients and energy.
I felt my fists clenching up painfully.
I did not like anybody touching him. But they would have. A silent walk over to here with Hangeng gave me the time to accept it. Not to mention the long day I had spent in my confinement after Hangeng had left yesterday, remaining alone and haunted by new horrendous thoughts of JaeJoong’s current condition.
He would have been touched in ways so indecent I could barely imagine. Penetrated against his will. Raped over and over again. Crying for me (if I was even still in his thoughts to begin with), crying for peace and crying for his former life.
What would I do when I found him? How would I ever be able to heal those horrors from his mind and soul? Would his soul even be able to be headed? Or what the ribbon already be too frayed?
Would my soul be able to recover?
Hangeng turned to me and stared solemnly into my eyes. “YunHo, please do not lose control. Prepare for the worst but do not lose your control or the three of us will never have any chance!”
I nodded, my heart speeding up dramatically. But despite his warning, I could feel things were never going to be that simple.
SECTION 2 TIME!! :D