𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 || 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐨

Chapter Fourty seven

WARNING : Sexual abuse, masochism,
sadism.

Jeonghan stirred awake, the harsh light flooding the room cutting through the haze of his dreams. Disorientation gripped him as he tried to comprehend his surroundings. The rough ropes binding his wrists to the chair dug into his skin, a painful reminder of his precarious situation. Panic flared momentarily, but it quickly faded as his gaze fell upon the towering figure before him. Seungcheol loomed like an impending storm, a whirlwind of fury and intensity, his presence heavy in the air.

"Do you have any idea what awaits you by dawn?" Seungcheol's voice rumbled low and dangerous, dripping with disdain. As he stepped closer, his grip closed around Jeonghan's hair, yanking it back and exposing his neck to the threat that loomed. Jeonghan winced, a sharp pain shooting through him, but it only fueled the wicked thrill coursing through his veins. The world around them faded away, leaving only the pulsing energy of their twisted game.

"Why did you do it?" Seungcheol demanded, his voice a growl as he searched Jeonghan's eyes for any sign of remorse. But all he found reflected back at him was a sickening delight. Jeonghan knew what was coming, the anticipation buzzing in the air between them, electric and alive.

"Because I wanted you to see," Jeonghan replied, his tone sultry and infused with mischief. He tilted his head slightly, eyes darting to Seungcheol's lips as though each word was a sweet invitation. "You were always too distracted with that idiot, Joshua. I simply needed to remind you of what really matters." The playful defiance in his voice only seemed to deepen Seungcheol's rage.

Seungcheol's expression hardened, fury igniting in his eyes like flames ready to engulf everything in their path. "You think you can play with me like this? You don't even stand a chance near Joshua," he spat, yanking Jeonghan's hair harder, forcing a hiss of pain from his lips. "You hurt him, and now you'll pay the price."

"I'm just getting started," Jeonghan retorted, savoring the blend of pain and pleasure. "You know how much I love it when you get rough. It makes me feel special." The thrill of danger and the promise of chaos electrified the air between them, heightening their already intense connection.

Seungcheol leaned closer, the knife glinting in his hand as he pressed it against Jeonghan's throat. "You think you can twist this into something seductive?" he growled, the blade biting into soft flesh. Jeonghan's breath quickened, excitement flooding through him.

"Is that how you see me?" Jeonghan challenged, a defiant spark in his eyes. "You're just a violent storm, and I'm the beautiful chaos you can't resist." His words were a taunt, a seductive dance in the face of impending doom.

With a swift motion, Seungcheol struck, the back of his hand slapping across Jeonghan's face with brutal force. The impact left Jeonghan reeling, but he managed to maintain a grin, relishing the pain. "You think that hurt?" he taunted, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. "You'll have to do better than that."

Seungcheol's patience frayed as he pressed the knife harder against Jeonghan's throat, drawing another thin line of crimson. "How about I carve a reminder for you?" he hissed, a savage grin spreading across his face. "You think this is some sort of game?"

"Delicious," Jeonghan breathed, savoring the thrill of danger. "But I'd prefer something a bit more... fiery." His eyes glinted with a mix of desire and defiance as he leaned forward, challenging Seungcheol to unleash his fury.

"Let's see how much you can take," Seungcheol said, pulling out a lighter from his pocket and flicking it open with a snap. The flame ignited, casting a warm glow that flickered ominously in the charged atmosphere. He leaned in closer, the heat radiating from the fire, and Jeonghan could feel the tension build between them, raw and electrifying.