I Was Kidnapped By a Yandere Writer

-Drooling

Dokyun was drooling.

A regular noise echoed in his ears.

The pain slowly began to surface.

A throbbing pain came from the back of his head.

-Thumb… Thumb…

He desperately tried to hold onto his consciousness and exerted strength in his eyelids.

“Uhhh…”

A painful moan escaped from his mouth.

With a hazy mind, Dokyun slowly tried to assess his condition as he struggled to sit up.

His head was spinning too much.

He tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids were so heavy, making it difficult.

‘How…’

It seemed like he had collapsed. He felt dazed, throbbing, and stifled.

‘Why?’

Once again, Dokyun lifted his eyelids as hard as he could. The blurry, swaying vision gradually sharpened, revealing the dark room.

Slowly, as the wavering vision focused, a small figure appeared in the center of the fully refined vision.

It was Eun-ah, whom Dokyun was familiar with.

“Eun-ah…?”

“Yes.”

A slender figure, messy hair, and pale skin.

Eun-ah, who softly raised the corners of her mouth as she looked at him, was the woman with whom Dokyun had spent the past two weeks.

When Dokyun called her name, her parted lips opened, and she spoke.

“Are you awake?”

“This is…”

Dokyun looked down at his body.

The handcuffs on his wrists and ankles, the straps around his waist, and her sitting on top of his restrained body.

It was exactly the same composition as the first day he was kidnapped.

Dokyun felt bewildered by the familiar scene and spoke to her.

“Miss Eun-ah?”

“Yes.”

“Well… how is this…”

As he was about to speak.

“Tell me.”

A sense of discomfort swept through his body.

The voice that came through had no ups and downs. It was completely different from her usual tone with overflowing emotions as if a different tone was emerging.

In addition to that.

‘Don’t stumble…’

She didn’t hesitate anymore.

His head creaked and went up.

“Huh?”

She looked at him with a small hint of doubt, Dokyun saw Eun-ah’s eyes were fixed on him.

‘…Fuck.’

Involuntarily, an expletive word came out from him.

An empty pupil. A chillingly vacant gaze that held nothing, empty enough to bleach the entire world just by looking into it. Those hollow eyes were staring at him.

Dokyun knew those eyes.

More precisely, he had seen them before.

On the first day of his kidnapping, when he took advantage of her absence and searched behind the bed, it was the same look she had shown when she saw the evidence of his movement.

It was a look he never wanted to see again, a look he despised even the thought of.

Upon seeing those eyes, Dokyun remembered the situation before he collapsed.

‘Study…’

He was in the study. In the midst of flipping through a diary, feeling a growing sense of unease throughout his body, he heard a voice, and immediately after, a strong impact struck the back of his head.

Given the circumstances, it was clear that the woman had tied him up again in this place.

‘This is the worst…’

It was the worst possible situation. He had triggered something properly.

As tension surged through his body, once again, her voice reached his ears.

“I told you to speak, didn’t I?”

When Dokyun raised his head, he saw her talking to him with empty eyes and only the corners of her mouth raised.

He had to come up with an excuse.

As he thought about it, trying to expand his mind to find a way to justify himself, a sudden sound rang out!

-Smack!

His vision shifted to the side for a moment.

‘Huh…?’

Dokyun felt the impact of shaking his head, and a sharp pain that spread from his cheek, gradually engulfing his body.

A fishy, ​​bitter smell of blood filled the air.

The pain was so intense that it instantly cut off his thoughts. At the edge of his vision, he saw a hand that had struck his cheek.

“Tell me.”

He heard a voice.

Once again, as he raised his head, he saw empty eyes staring at him as if they were going to devour him.

A deep shiver ran down his spine. His heart started pounding heavily, and with each beat, fear began to spread through his body, overwhelming his senses. Crushed by fear, he blurted out his words through gritted teeth.

“I’m… I’m s-sorry…”

– Smack!

“Ahh!”

This time it was from the opposite side, and once again, a jolting pain ran through my head.

Amidst the pain that prevented Dokyun from regaining his composure, he heard her voice.

“Why did you do that?”

Her tone was mechanical, devoid of any discernible emotions.

“Why… why do you keep behaving like a bad child?”

The mechanically uttered sentences conveyed reprimand and anger.

A palpable sense of discrepancy was there. Even though it was a tone that didn’t have any emotions, anger was clearly conveyed.

At the moment when the accident came to a halt due to the spreading pain and the dissonance, she stretched out her arm and placed her hand on his neck.

Immediately after, she exerted pressure on Dokyun’s neck, tightening her grip.

“You should have waited patiently.”

“I-I…!”

His throat constricted, cutting off his breath. As Dokyun’s brain, deprived of oxygen, screamed in agony, the pain started spreading throughout his body.

The suffocating grip on his throat caused his consciousness to fade away, and even in the midst of the blur, the fear he felt permeated his entire body.

His fingertips trembled. His body writhed in agony, wanting to struggle with all its might, but the restraints binding his entire body prevented even that.

Moisture gathered at the corners of Dokyun’s eyes. A single teardrop that escaped from his eye socket rolled down to his cheek.

Unable to thrash about freely, his body trembled with anguish.

“Gack…! Gah…!”

A tight, choked breath escaped from his throat.

Amidst the hazy and expanding vision, she leaned close enough for their noses to touch. Above that, empty eyes stared at him.

Her eyes swallowed him whole. Contracted pupils pushed to their limits, were fixated on him. A faint voice reached his ears.

“You must answer.”

“Ahh… I-I’m sorry…”

Dokyun simply uttered words of apology. His reason was blurred and he was unable to think normally. It felt like hot tears running down his skin.

“I d-did… it…!”

The words of apology he forcefully expelled echoed in the space.

“Hmm…”

After a brief moment of drowsiness, the hand squeezing his throat loosened.

Finally, when his throat loosened, he felt the rush of oxygen entering through the constricted opening in his throat, and he desperately swallowed it down.

The oxygen, filling his lungs to the brim, spread throughout his body, and the clouded rationality that had been numbed started slowly crawling back to its rightful place.

“Huh… Haa..”

Dokyun’s whole body trembled, in a sign of survival.

In the midst of it all, he heard her voice once again.

“Good.”

The voice was still devoid of any emotion. As Dokyun looked at her, he saw her hand reaching out toward him.

“But still, it’s not okay.”

Dokyun felt her touch on his cheek. Her cold touch made contact with Dokyun’s heated and flushed cheek, gradually cooling it down.

“Huh…”

A breath that was close to sobbing came out. The lifeless, cold touch invoked a chilling wave of fear through him.

After trembling like that for a while, the corners of her mouth rose again as she looked at him, and then she leaned down and pressed her face against his cheek, rubbed him, and continued talking.

“Not this time. Mr. Bee must be punished.”

Her words contained no trace of emotion, not even a speck of feeling…

“But… it hurts a lot when you get punished…”

Although she continued speaking, her tone lacked any depth, making it difficult to understand the meaning of her sentences.

“I don’t want Mr. Bee to feel pain…”

Her cheek dropped slightly, and soon Dokyun felt her hot breath tickling his earlobe.

“So, I’ll take the pain instead.”

A familiar sentence came to mind.

[Today, I was in the pain instead of my mother.]

‘Ah.’

A sense of unease washed over him.

‘No way.’

With a sense of disbelief, Dokyun looked at her, and there she was, tears welling up in her eyes.

Then she continued.

“So, Mr. Bee must reflect on his actions.”

She got up again. A breath of soggy fear escaped. Dokyun could see the corner of her mouth rising slightly beneath her flowing tears.

It was bizarre. It was an unknown expression.

Her eyes still held that empty, hollow gaze, yet what flowed from them were tears. Her mouth formed a smile, but the expression that accompanied those eyes couldn’t be called a smile.

Dokyun didn’t know if that was the right expression, but he thought it was close to mimicry.

The action she showed him was poorly mimicking human emotions

-Thud

The noise spread.

As Dokyun turned his gaze to the source of the noise, a sharp blue blade caught his eye.

‘A blade…’

Finally, he fully understood what she intended to do.

The blade gleamed chillingly.

The razor blade, along with her wrist, was pushed closer to Dokyun’s face. Startled, Dokyun urgently tried to stop it, but…

“W-wait–“

“Look closely.”

– Twick…

It sounded like that.

– Tup.

Dokyun felt something dripping down on his cheek. His vision turned completely red.

On the wrist that was pressed against his nose, a red flower bloomed.

“Huuu!”

He took a deep breath. It was such a sudden and shocking situation. Just as the impact made his vision turn sideways…

“Look straight at me!!!”

A scream-like voice resounded loudly.

Once again, a wrist was pushed toward his face. On the pale wrist, a jagged opening oozed with blood, creating a chilling sight.

Then, a long, disjointed muttering reached Dokyun’s ears.

“You must repent… You must repent…”

“I’m in pain because of you.”

“I’m feeling the pain in your place.”

“I’m going this far to feel it for you, so you should repent.”

“But…”

A moment of silence passed. What followed was the first instance of mixed emotions in her tone

“Why aren’t you looking!!!”

The buried emotion took the form of obvious anger.

Emotions that burst out for the first time spread throughout Dokyun’s body. Their eyes met again, piercing and staring at him as if pressing him down.

Suddenly, even though Dokyun’s throat wasn’t being constricted, his breath felt blocked. The weight of intense fear started to settle upon him.

“I-I’m s-sorry…”

Tears welled up in his eyes once again. Apologetic words, filled with choked sobs, escaped from his lips.

No matter where Dokyun shift his gaze, the wrist being pushed towards him persistently, relentlessly intensified the fear.

The fear that rose within Dokyun consumed his rationality and still wasn’t enough. It continuously gnawed at him, pleading for emptiness.

He opened his mouth again and let out an apology.

“Stop… I’m sorry…”

As he raised his head to look at her, a slightly distorted and wrinkled expression appeared. It was a grotesquely contorted expression.

Although it seemed like she was contorting her face, creating various wrinkles, He couldn’t discern the meaning behind it. He didn’t want to know. He simply let tears stream down his face, hoping for it to end.

Then came another silence. Shortly after, her voice reached Dokyn’s uears.

“I hate it.”

As the words finished, the razor blade and the wrist were once again pushed toward Dokyun’s face.

– Twick…

The blade, digging deeper and more fervently, mercilessly slashed at the wrist, causing it to become a mess.

“Hehehe!”

Laughter echoed through the air. The second emotion emanating from her tone was exhilaration.

The red blood dripped from her wrist and ran down his face. The burning heat, the pungent smell of blood, and the scattered drops of blood began to overpower his senses.

Dokyun’s breath ceased. His pupils constricted, expressing shock.

In an instant, when the fear that had dominated his mind subsided due to the shock, his movements came to a halt.

“Fuck.”

An expletive word came out from her this time.

– Flinch.

His body trembled slightly.

His trembling gaze moved at the sudden curse, and immediately after, her face came into Dokyun’s field of vision.

A flicker of light seemed to return to her eyes, but the eyes were dim. An expression of irritation filled her face. Underneath it all, a subtle sense of indifference created an indescribable atmosphere.

Staring at the wrist streaming with blood, she wore an expression Dokun had never seen before.

Then, with an expression full of irritation, she once again opened her lips and spewed profanity.

“This crazy bitch…”

Another emotion settled upon the already overwhelming fear that pressed down on him.

It was confusion.

That emotion began to run throughout his body. Dokyun couldn’t keep up with the sudden change in the atmosphere or comprehend the words being spoken.

Overwhelmed by fear and in a state of confusion, his disoriented mind couldn’t grasp the situation.

Amidst the chaos, her gaze gliding all the way met with Dokyun’s eyes.

Drenched in deep-seated irritation and boredom, she stared at him and uttered a single phrase.

“What are you looking at, you piece of shit.”

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