Understanding Simple (Chanyeol X Reader)

Chapter 49

Y/N POV

My head bobs to the side and I wake up instantly. 

It's not a dream..., I think.

I move a little, my hands stinging from the raw skin on my wrists. Just as I move them more, I feel it loosen a bit. My eyes widen, and I shimmy my hands faster, feeling the shrunken area begin to fall out of the ropes. I get them off and reach down to my feet, uniting the knots around my ankles. 

I run up the stairs and try the door, but it's dead-bolted shut. I rush back down the stairs, trying to look for anything around the room. 

The gun is gone, just a table sitting by the stairs. I look for windows, but there isn't even a hole in the ground, or heaters, or a water tank. The room is totally empty other than that dumb table. As I look around, I hear footsteps advance toward the door. 

The door unlocks and I turn, seeing Jaejoong standing in the doorway. My breath hitches as his expression grows grim. 

"So you think you could escape? Do you think I'm an idiot?" he slams the door behind him, advancing toward me slowly. I notice something long hanging from his belt loop, wrapped around like something from an Indiana Jones' movie. 

"No...please, Jaejoong-j-just let me go," I say, my voice cracking. 

I back up until I hit a wall, knowing I can't go back farther. He picks up the ropes, pulling more out from behind him. 

"Well, I guess we're going to have to tie you down tighter...I know you like force." 

"Please..." I whisper, "please don't" 

he leans his face into mine, "don't try me." 

He grabs my arm roughly, throwing me to the ground by my elbow. Flashbacks of my father run through my mind, as Jaejoong kicks me in the gut. He pulls out the whip from his belt, raising it behind his head. 

I feel the first lash wrap around my body, burning as it leaves my body. I cry out, as the second one streaks a burning sensation across my body. 

He grabs my shirt, forcing my face toward his. Tears are brimming his eyes as they fall from mine, "now when I say something, you don't disobey me." 

He sits me back in the chair and ties my hands to either leg of the table. He grabs my hair, ripping my head closer to him. With his other hand, he tears off my shirt. 

I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to drown away the world. 

Chanyeol POV

(b/f/n) and I drive to Jaejoong's house, my heart pounding hard on my chest. I rub the sleep out of my eyes, letting out a cough.