Scream!

I growl as I notice the presence of a creature entering the room. I mentally barf. He is the worst thing I have ever come across. But I am happy, he hasn't killed me yet.

He smiles at me. "Hana my love, how are you?" This bastard is so damn cheesy; why is he calling me 'his love'?

"What kind of a damn question is that. You of all people know I'm not fine." I scowl at him.

He gives me a concerned look. "Why is that so?"

"Because you're a fucking asshole bitch!" I curse at him then I receive a slap to my face.

I turn my face the other way. Tears begin to roll down my cheeks. I'm miserable. I know I shouldn't curse but, he makes me so angry!

I can't even be mad enough because his innocent voice is enchanting. His well structured face is frustrating to look at. His plum lips are exasperating and HE is just in general the worst and hottest person I've ever seen!

"Now Daytona..." His voice sounds stern and strong. "I have tried my best to not kill or fuck you to death so why don't you acknowledge that fact and stay calm?" He sounds to soft but still stern.

I gulp at his choice of words; not like mine are any better. I look downwards still struck by that sound slap. He uses his big strong hands to engulf my whole body and pulls me into a hug. This hug is actually warm and nice. Why is this monster giving me a hug after slapping me a second ago?

"I love you and I don't want to hurt you." Those words just struck my heart. It feels like a thousand bullets boring through my skin and ten thousand more destroying every ounce of joy I've ever had.

He loves me? Pfft! I scoff. This heartless warthog cannot love, much less me. His words are nothing but fake blunder. I hate him and I'm certain the feeling is mutual.

"You're quiet. You don't believe me?" His voice is now just soft. How does it change so fast?

I remain silent. What does he even want me to say? That I love him too? I can't say what isn't true.

This monster has kept me here for approximately four weeks against my will. He has beaten me for no reason at all. He has raped me countless of times in a day and doesn't even use a condom. God knows if I'm even already pregnant! What if that's his plan? To get me pregnant so he'll have something keeping me tied to him! I will not let that happen.

His attitude towards me is most times controlling but sometimes neutral and even odd like today. Yesterday he frightened me by telling me how he's killed my whole family and how he'll kill me too. NOW he's telling me he loves me. He has mental issues I'm sure. What does he even want from me?

He sighs. "I don't expect an answer from you." With that he walks into the bathroom.

What an odd bastard. I need to know his purpose for constraining me in here. He walks back out holding a small white bottle in his hands.

"Take these birth-control pills; none of us here want you getting pregnant anytime soon." He orders as he throws me the bottle. It lands on my face and he flashes an apologetic smile. Did he expect me to catch it?

It seems that baby plan is crossed out, for now.

He takes a seat by the edge of the bed and faces me. Looking me in the eyes, he plants a soft kiss on my cheek. As usual, soft kissing turns to vigorous kissing. He places a palm on my right cheek and climbs on top of me. This man just gave me B.C pills and he really wants to fuck right now? Doesn't he know I need rest from the last three hours of sex.

He swiftly pulls down my tights and rips off my panties. I'll need a new pair after this round. He enters me roughly and starts thrusting hard. It hurts sometimes but I'm used to it.

"Ah!" I release an involuntary moan. Sometimes it can be hard to moan when you are have forced sex but some times you can't control it.

He pounds into me rougher and harder and it runs exhilarating pleasure through my system.

"Ah, ah, ah h-harder!" He continues to fuck me until we both reach climax.

.....

Now we're both tired. He's lying here with me but facing the other way. He can't even cuddle? Some love he's got.

"Hana, I'm here now, ask me all the questions you've wanted to ask since you've been here," he stares blankly.

I clear my throat. What kind of bipolar weirdo is this? "I don't have any questions."

"Oh..." I feel he has a brow raised. "So you don't want to know how you got here or what I want with you?"

"So you want to tell me that now?" I scoff.

"If you're ready."

"Why'd you bring me here, what do want from me, why rape me, were you at Kowon's First-to-drunken bar?" I fire him with questions.

He laughs softly. "I thought you didn't have any questions?"

"But you said I should ask."

"You're here because I want you to be, I want you, you wouldn't give yourself to me just like that for us to have awesome sex and I'm always at Kowon's." He answers swiftly.

"But you're here now?"

"I wanna spend time with my bride~"

"God forbid I'm your bride." I reject his statement.

"I never forbade anything!" he raises his voice slightly.

"Are you God?" I ask sarcastically.

"Yeah, I'm a god." He says with so much certainty.

"Really? Who made you a god?" Imaginary air-qoutes around "god".

"Myself, I made myself a god."

"Why'd you do that?"

"Enough about my godliness! Ask other questions." He demands. It seems those questions got on his nerves.

"But why, you being a "god" is so fascinating!" I say with stars in my eyes; fake stars.

He turns to face me with a serious look. "Are you mocking me and my godhood?" He asks slowly.

I smile a knowing smile. "A little..."

"Fuck you." He gets annoyed and puts his clothes back on. He wants to leave, yes!

"You should be glad you get a god to fuck you." He murmurs before storming out the room.

Damn bastard thinks he's God, classic.

*****

Minutes later, three women walk into the room. They're the ones who usually give me a bath and change my clothes. They can be fun to talk to but they're nothing like my really friends and family. Only two of them though, the last one doesn't talk to me.

"Lady Hana, you're crying again." Miranda, the head maid here, asks in a worried tone. She begins to untie me.

I sniff and wipe my tears. "Hmm, it seems I was." I laugh slightly trying to lighten up the mood. I sit up on the bed and relax on the Royal styled headboard. A few minutes after he left, I started to cry again. I feel miserable.

"What happened this time?" Soo A, Miranda's daughter, asks as she begins to run a bath for me.

"The usual. I just want to go back home. I'm tired of being treated like this!" That comes out a bit more aggressive than I planned.

Miranda gives me a sympathetic look and Soo A just gives me a sorry smile. Maybe they think I'll never get home. I will go back home; I hope.

"We all are." I hear a cracked voice from behind me. I turn around and face her. She's the only one I haven't talked to among the three of them.

"My name is Arya." She introduces with a small voice. She seems scared.

"Hello Arya." I smile at her. She returns the gesture but for a brief second.

"There is something I must warn you about." Her shy face turns cold and shivers are sent down my spine. She's like ten or so.

I gulp. "Yes?"

"HE is going to kill you soon." She states blandly looking into my eyes.

My eyes widen at her explicit statement. I knew he didn't love me; not that I considered his previous statements. "How do you know?"

"Because he said he loved you."

"Huh? How did you know about that?"

Arya's mood drops immediately and she frowns as if she remembered something dreadful.

"Doesn't matter. HE will butcher your vagina off and kill you." She announces and rushes out of the room.

I immediately catch a cold. What the hell did that little girl just tell me? Miranda and Soo A notice the look on my face and try to calm me down. I push them away and dismiss them. I need alone time.

I need to think. I need to think of a way out of here and far away from HIM. I always knew he was a murderer. Damn I'm so scared.

What did she mean by butcher my vagina? Is he gonna remove it? That is disgusting!

I jump off the bed and head to the bath. Maybe after a soak in the bath I would have come up with something.

Home is where I need to be right now.

*****

"Hana? Hana? Hana!" I hear my name being screamed from a far distance. I jolt up from the bed and head towards the door. I'm not tied up anymore, thank the Lord.

I open the door to reveal HIM looking angry. What did I do now?

He pushes me back into the room and pins me to a wall. "You fucking bitch!" He spits in my face.

I look away in disgust. He just threw his saliva in my face. "What did I do now?" I ask slightly quivering.

"Arya... what did you do to Arya?" His voice is shaking. Does he want to cry?

"Arya? What happened to her?" I'm confused right now. I'm also scared that this man will slap me.

"Just this morning she was fine until she went into your room!" He yells in my face and I flinch. I am actually really scared of this man.

"I-I don't under--

"What did you do to my daughter?!"

Daughter?! Oh damn this just got real...