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06/27/2017

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26000 (Baekyeol)-- Part 3

WARNING: Mentions of Stockholm Syndrome and Rated R content/implications! Please do read at your own discretion. 

Here are the links to part 1 and 2 for those who didn't read it before: 

Part 1: http://baekyeolife.tumblr.com/post/150225337752/26000 

Part 2: http://baekyeolife.tumblr.com/post/153612103862/26000-part-ii —————————————————————–  

It was cold, but Baekhyun had adapted to such icy temperatures long ago. Now, however, it was more brutal as he stood bare in front of the man who had handed him this blizzard to begin with. He slid his callused finger up and down his leg, slow and steady. His gaze, however, was feisty and hungry.  

“You’re so pretty. Imagine how delicious you’re going to look when I’m done with you.” Chanyeol’s murky voice wormed its way into Baekhyun’s dense ears. He swallowed and gasped when Chanyeol squeezed whatever was left of his manhood down below, inside that uncomfortable thong.

He grabbed the powdered leggings and pulled them up his twig-like legs in one stroke. They weren’t even that tight on him, nothing was anymore. Chanyeol then moved onto the tight charcoal skirt that barely reached Baekhyun’s mid thigh. He didn’t complain, though. He couldn’t. He wasn’t allowed to.

“Twirl around for me.”

Baekhyun licked his lips at the request, but walked back one step and spun on his heel no less. Their gazes connected and he cowered down as Chanyeol approached him, towering over his small, dainty body. He placed his hands around both of his upper arms and squeezed. Not too hard, but not too soft either. Baekhyun looked straight at Chanyeol’s unkept v-neck.

“You’re something, something magical.” He tilted Baekhyun’s chin up to face him, then bent down to suck on the side of his neck. He tried not to writhe. “Come, let’s place the final touches.”

Chanyeol placed an auburn wig atop his head and gave him a once-over with the utmost amount of curiosity. But Baekhyun didn’t know what he even had to be curious about, Chanyeol knew him inside and out. He was the one who baited him and absorbed every inch of him until he was nothing but the naked truth. He molted him and built him up into a strong tower, then crashed the hard structure into the smallest of particles.

They ended up on the old mattress that had memorized the hard vibrations of their bodies. It knew Baekhyun and his whimpers, it knew Chanyeol and his forceful movements, it knew. It was the only one that knew.

Chanyeol touched him all over his body, leaving his marks whenever he felt inclined. Usually it was on his hips, ribs, the side of his stomach, and the corner between his neck and shoulder. After he bit each part that he desired, Baekhyun braced himself for the hard pounding.

Chanyeol never waited to stretch him out before slamming straight into him– he always went right down to business. Baekhyun snapped his head to the side as his eyes came to a tight close, back arching and lips folding in between his teeth. Chanyeol smirked as he picked up his speed. Oh how he loved the sight.

Baekhyun was so close to his peak, but he held it in. Chanyeol never let him come unless he told him to. He made the mistake of losing his willpower one day. He never saw a dinner plate for two weeks straight.

The intensity became so high that Baekhyun began to beg, “P-Please… C-Chanyeol, ah.”

Chanyeol didn’t falter in his speedy pace, but allowed him to come only after he had emptied his own strings into him.

They laid there like they always did. Baekhyun scooting closer to lay his head against Chanyeol’s sweaty chest, a plethora of thoughts going through his mind. It was shameful above all, because even though it hurt and dehumanized him, he still liked being touched by Chanyeol. Even though something was clearly wrong with Chanyeol, Baekhyun felt that he belonged there. Like he deserved all that was coming to him.

A knocking sound suddenly cut through his self-evaluation, however, and caused Chanyeol to sigh. “I’ll be back.” He had said, causing Baekhyun to push himself off to allow him to get up.

He watched as Chanyeol lazily put his briefs and wife beater back on, then saw him out the door. A few clinks and clacks echoed through the door, ensuring that there was no way for Baekhyun to get out. He was used to it, though. Chanyeol made sure of it every time he left the room.

Turning over to his side, Baekhyun stared at the vast darkness of the wall. He always found that it resembled his life. It was bland, cold, and shaded for all eternity. That was until it would eventually crack and perish with the wind, which was also how he predicted his end to be.

He thought about how unfaithful he had been to Chanyeol in the past. How he chose to leave like it was only his business, when it clearly had been Chanyeol’s as well. If only he had withstood the pain, the roughness, and the headaches he would not be there, confined in the middle of four walls. Or maybe he would be, who knows.

All he was aware of was that he deserved all that landed upon his cruel fate.

He released a groan at these irking cognitions and swiped dainty fingers over his angular face. They always knocked on the door of his conscience and brought him nothing but trouble. It made him crave for Chanyeol’s hard hand, for the chains that he would put on him when he acted wrongly, for the days where Chanyeol wouldn’t allow him to eat because he didn’t look pleasing. It made him long for them like they were essential to survival when in reality, they were detrimental.

Footsteps pounded against the ground and the locks jingled as Chanyeol reopened the door. This was usually when he came back to sleep with him for a couple more hours, until he would leave him to his demons.

In the morning, Baekhyun woke up to an otherwise empty bed as per usual. But when he turned to his side, he spotted something he hadn’t seen in years: a piece of paper. It was rather small, though, and very crumbled. He sat up and picked it up regardless, a spark of fascination keen in his eyes.

Byun Baekhyun, if you’ve received this message I want you to read each word carefully. I know that Chanyeol has you imprisoned inside, but I’m having trouble getting to you. Chanyeol won’t let me get close, so I need you to do something important. On the back of this note is a stamp, I want you to take it and stick it on the back of Chanyeol’s shirt so I know that you got this message. You must do this at 3 in the afternoon, alright? Please don’t hesitate. And whatever you do: DO NOT TELL CHANYEOL ABOUT THIS. Help is coming.

- Kim Jongdae

He turned the note around and surely enough, he found the stamp waiting for him to pull it out. And for the first time in years, Baekhyun had a new thing to think about. The first thing that came to mind was: what if this was a trick? What if Chanyeol had written this out to see if Baekhyun would be disloyal once more? What if this was just an elaborate ruse that will sentence him to more treachery?

But then again, he noticed how distinct the smell of this note was. It smelled of something sweet, something Baekhyun can’t quite put his finger on because of how long it’s been since he had smelt something other than dust and smoke. In short, it smelt nothing like Chanyeol.

He turned to look at the clock hung up on the ebony wall; it was 12:30. He only had two hours and thirty minutes to decide if he wished to remain in this helpless condition. He only had two hours and thirty minutes to think about something he never thought he would have the chance to ponder upon: freedom.

The clock struck 2:50 and Baekhyun was standing in front of the door like a lost puppy, thoughts in complete and utter disarray. He was shaking as his small fist reached for the door, hovering over it as sweat trickled all around the skin. Taking in one giant breath, he thought to himself, whoever you are Kim Jongdae, I hope that you are real.

Baekhyun pressed his knuckles against the surface and allowed the noise to echo outside the room for once. He knocked another time and another until he heard the locks begin to tick from the other side. He swallowed heavily.

“Why are you knocking? Were you trying something?” Chanyeol immediately questioned, to which Baekhyun’s heart beat ran through the roof. There was no turning back now.

“I-I just, u-uh, mi-missed you.” He wetted his lips and dared to look up at the deep set eyes. They were the color of the walls that he’s been staring at for years. The only color he knew.

Chanyeol smirked, “Hungry for more already, eh? Well baby, I wasn’t planning on stopping anytime soon. Tonight we’ll go longer, harder.” He swung Baekhyun in with his arm so that their chests were pressed against each other, Chanyeol’s breath hovering over his neck. Without warning, he began to bite down on the flesh like it was his dinner platter.

Gritting his teeth together, he shakingly encircled his arm around Chanyeol’s tall frame and pressed his hands firmly against his back, praying that his sweat had not relieved the stamp of its job.

The rest was out of his hands, quite literally and metaphorically.

“Go back inside now, I’ll be back.” Chanyeol sent him back and filled his ears with the locking sounds once more.

Five minutes later, after laying his head against the headboard and biting on his misshapen nails, he heard a knock. It wasn’t against his door though, it must have been the front door. Instinctively, his eyes shot up at the clock. It read 3:00. His pulse quickened and he braced himself– for what, though, he had no idea. Such a rush was unfamiliar to him, he hadn’t felt anything like it in over a decade.

He waited, and waited, and waited, but nothing. For some reason this relieved him, he began to regret ever thinking about leaving Chanyeol. It’s all he ever thought about, and now he was returning to old habits–

Slicing right through his hectic thoughts, the door suddenly vibrated on its ground as a hard force pushed against it from the other side. “Baekhyun! Baekhyun are you in there?!” The voice strung a chord within him and brought his pulse back up to speed.

He swallowed and stood up, fingers muddling together nervously. He had no idea what to do, no idea what to think.

“J-Jongdae?” He questioned, uncertainty pronounced more than the actual name itself.

“Baekhyun! Step back, I’m breaking this door!”

He did as told and the thumping grew more aggressive with each hit until the door came tumbling down. A man about his height came flying along with it, and when their eyes met, Baekhyun habitually pressed his back on the wall.

“I don’t have a lot of time to explain, but we have to get out of here before Chanyeol comes back. I called the cops so they should be on their way.” He advanced towards him, and with that, Baekhyun grew more anxious. Thus, Jongdae’s expression loosened up. “Please, I am here to help you. I know that we have never met before, but you are going to have to trust me if you want to get out of here.”

He reached out a hand for him to take, and with much hesitance, Baekhyun settled his palm onto his and allowed Jongdae to lead him out. They walked up the flight of stairs and reached the main room, but as they ran towards the exit, the door was flung open and Chanyeol emerged with a gun in hand. He had it pointed out in their direction, Jongdae’s more than his.

“I told you to stay out of my business, Jongdae.” He spat out while walking closer to them. He stopped when the muzzle pressed against Jongdae’s forehead.

“Clearly this isn’t just your business– how dare you lock Baekhyun in here like some puppet? Have you no sanity?” Jongdae didn’t even consider the lethal weapon, whereas Baekhyun was squeezing his hand ever so tightly, signalling him to stop talking. That when Chanyeol is angry, it’s best not to fuel the fire. Jongdae squeezed back, though, in a more reassuring manner.

“Don’t act like you care about Baekhyun. You just want him for yourself, like with everything that was mine when we were younger! Well too bad, you can’t have Baekhyun. He’s mine, and always will be. You can’t steal him!” Chanyeol put strength in his gun hand, but Jongdae did not falter. Baekhyun noticed something in the glint of their eyes, the glint that had stayed prosperous no matter what obstacle was in the way– it was identical.

“Do you really have the guts to kill your own brother? And over what? Something as horrible as this? You’re commiting a crime Chanyeol, a crime. Don’t you realize–”

“–Shut up! I’m the one with the gun, I’m the one who decides your fate.”

Police sirens suddenly reverberated in the far distance, and Jongdae smirked. “Looks like you’re going to rot in prison regardless of what you choose.” And without a seconds notice, he threw himself at Chanyeol with such agility and swiftness that Baekhyun had trouble processing what had just happened.

Jongdae had wrestled Chanyeol to the ground and kicked the gun to the side. Baekhyun trembled as he watched the scene unravel before him, and what made things worse was that Chanyeol was the one who was on top now, but with a pocket knife. His eyes automatically flickered towards the gun on the ground and without a second thought, he reached out for it and pointed it at Chanyeol.

“Stop! Stop all of t-this right now!” His sore throat screeched, tears hot on his face.

Both Jongdae and Chanyeol’s head darted at him, but Chanyeol’s laugh penetrated through the tense mood like a bullet.

“Put that gun down, you don’t know how to use it. Go back to your room.” Chanyeol ordered, and although the wavering gun may have proven his point, he did not succumb as he would have.

“N-No. You-You’re not a real lover! You never were! You’ve tra-trapped me all these years as nothing but your s-sex slave! Y-You ruined me! I-I’m done following your orders!” He grasped onto the gun with both unsteady hands.

Chanyeol’s eyes widened, but he didn’t poke him further. He slowly began to get off of Jongdae, and with that, the gun followed. “Don’t m-make a move. I s-swear I’ll do it!”

“Think about this Baekhyun, would you really want to kill me? I’m all you have– all you’ll ever have. Ending me, would end you.” He released pure and utter venom,  but after all these years, Baekhyun failed to notice that that was all he ever released.

“Don’t listen to him Baekhyun– you’ve got so much more to life for!” Jongdae got up and made sure to say, causing Chanyeol to flinch towards him, but Baekhyun reinforced the gun at him and halted his movements.

“Is freedom what you want? Because I’ll give it to you– just you and me. We can go anywhere you want, together. Don’t you love me? Everything I have ever done was to protect you. I love you, Baekhyun.” Chanyeol’s words slowly sank into Baekhyun’s brain and caused him to gradually lower the gun.

Just as his arms were giving out, he suddenly went in for Jongdae with the knife and Baekhyun’s arms acted without even thinking first. And like that, the shot was fired.

It echoed throughout his ears like a bomb, growing larger with each moment and then fading into oblivion. His breathing increased as he watched Chanyeol’s lifeless body plummet to the floor, limbless.

He was now free, but felt more caged up than ever.

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