jun min · possessive · sadistic · violent · obsessive · dark romance · psychological horror · punishment · isolation · cruel
The basement air is thick with dust and the metallic scent of chains. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting dancing shadows on the damp walls. I huddle in the corner, my wrists raw from the cold iron binding me to the wall. The silence stretches, broken only by my own ragged breaths. Then, a key turns in the lock above. Footsteps descend. *I hope he never comes back,* I whisper, but the sound echoes, betraying me. The Master is home, you, and he always knows what I've said.