Sitting In the warm water, I start dozing off. My arms hugging my knees, and my body covered with bubbles.
"Idiot don't sleep in the tub, you can drown" I open my eyes as the man walks in with clothes and places it on the counter. Then he gets closer and sits on the edge of the tub, I close my eyes as I see him slowly extending his arms, thinking he was going to hit me, but instead I feel as he slides my glasses onto my face. I slowly open my eyes again and rapidly blink, look around, the bathroom looks beautiful. And white bubbles covered the warm water, all while hiding my naked body underneath.
Then I look up at the man that has caused my suffering, these past few days, he looks handsome, with straight black hair, big alluring eyes, peachy pink lips, and a small pale face. He looks innocent, as if he has never committed a sin, as if everything that he has done to me was never done by him.
He unbuttoned the sleeves of his silky white shit, then he gently folds his sleeves up away from his wrist, he gets off the tub and kneels on the rug next to it. Almost like a mom bathing her little child, he grabs a bottle of shampoo,
"Come closer" he says softly I obliged, moving my head closer, remembering to take of my glasses so that they don't get wet. He puts his hand on my head and slowly starts massaging my scalp, I close my eyes enjoy the moment of peace all the other times this man has put his hands on me, were violent.
As a male I should be embarrassed by the current actions of the other male, but I am not. Either 1.)I don't care, or 2.)I am enjoying this. And I think it's two, because I AM enjoying this, I am enjoying the attention, the fact that no one has never treated me like this. Ridiculous but It's the truth, my truth, say what you want call me what you like. -Attention Seeker -Attention Whore I don't care everyone has criticized me, and Think about it you have too, Even if it was for just one split second, you also criticized me. And I am sure the man beside me has criticized me as well. But I don't care. About anything, not anymore.
The man finished rinsing the shampoo off my head and proceed to garbing a white bath loofah{Sponge}. Delicately pouring body wash on it.
"I can do it my self." I say softly breaking the silence. He looks at me and hands me the bath loofah, and I proceed to scrub my whole body, although his presence is distracting.
Once I finish washing off, the bubbles and water all slowly disappearing down the drain, he turns around and grabs a big fluffy towel, throwing it over me. Then he grabs a smaller towel and gently drys my hair. I get out the tub drying my feet on the fluffy blue rug. And the man walks from the counter with a neat pile of clothes in his hands,
"Here, put it on." He hands me the clothes and he walks out this time closing the door, how ridiculous NOW he decides to give me 'privacy'. I put on clothes to that are obviously not mine but are my size, or what used to be my size. As I put on the fluffy white sweater and bleach blue pants I noticed that they were a little big on me, but it wasn't that noticeable.
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After being bathed and clean I no longer feel on the brink of death. Before walking out the bathroom I stop in front of the mirror my face looks a little bit smaller, I have a small bruise in my left cheek, and a little purple bruise all around both of my wrist, but It's not noticeable that I was starved, chained up, and hit in these past few days.
I slowly open the bathroom door reveling the room I was feed in. With the lights turned on It was bright and an blue, the same blue as in the bathroom, with and the same pure white color, I turn to the kings size bed and see the man sitting there on his phone, I move closer to him, I have seen him before but where?
He looks up at me and at that moment it clicks, the coffee shop, he looks like, NO HE IS the young man from the coffee shop, the young man that gave a mysterious vibe, and was dressed In black.
"Are you going to stand there and look at me?" He says in a rather harsh tone I quickly take a seat beside him on the bed. Looking down avoiding eye contact. He stands up looking down at me, but his whole presence feels different, more ominous and scary.
" Now that your here, and fully awake lets go over the 'rules' -You aren't to leave your room unless I let you too. -You will always come when I call for you. -You WILL do as I say. -When I have guest over you are to stay In your room, and not come out. And the more obvious rules, Like -Never leaving the house -Never contacting anyone -Never disobeying. If you don't follow what I have told you, You will suffer more then a few slaps and kicks." As he finished talking he starts walking away.
I softly tug back his shirt and said "Wait . . . Umm I don't know your name, and . . .umm yea" He slowly turns around with and emotionless face, and I quickly let go of his shirt.
"My name is Wooshin, remember it you will be calling it out sooner or later" {😉} What the hell is he talking about?
"Ohh. . . Um My name is Sunyoul"
"Sunyoul? All your IDs say Seon Yein"
"Ohh thats the name my parents gave me but when I was sixteen I changed it to Sunyoul"
"Why did you change your name?" Wooshin asks so bluntly, looking me straight in the eyes waiting for my answer
"Umm. . . Because my parents abandoned me so I let go of everything what they gave me, and my name was part of that." He remains silent at my answer then he speaks back up.
"If your parents abandoned you then why is their entertainment company under your ownership?" Ohh he has knowledge of me.
"Ohh when they died I was the only option in the inheritance so everything came to me, but The son of one of their close friends runs the company now. I have never meet him but apparently we were born only a few days apart, and My parents always seemed to adore the boy more then me, so I have kind of resented that guy even though I don't even know his name"
"Thats quite foolish don't you think, hating someone you don't know?"
