Ch 8

A/N: Hey guys! This chapter took me a bit longer than anticipated so I'm sorry about that. Let me know what you think! I always love your comments. I'm going to aim for two more chapters after this, so were almost done… (endings are scary) :D

Zen frowned at his door when he heard a quiet knock. He wasn't expecting anyone and he wasn't really in the mood for company. After his argument, if you could call it that, with Yoosung in the chatroom, he called Jaehee. She was obviously more upset than she was willing to admit and after a few minutes of trying to comfort her he reluctantly let her go when she insisted she needed to get back to work. He was practicing lines, and resisting the urge to call MC to make sure she was okay, when he heard the knock.

With a sigh, Zen pushed himself off the couch and walked to the door. "Who is it…" he started to ask, stopping suddenly when he opened the door, "Yoosusng?"

"Hi Zen!" Yoosung greeted him with a smile, ignoring his confused expression.

"What are you doing here?" Zen asked slowly, watching Yoosung carefully.

"You're not going to invite me in?" Yoosung teased, still smiling sweetly. Zen stared at him hesitantly for a moment. He was acting as if nothing was wrong, maybe he came to talk about it?

"Ummm, yeah. Sorry, come in." Zen stepped back to let him through. "I'm actually glad you came," Zen said with a sigh, if Yoosung was going to be mature about this, he should too, "I'm… I'm sorry about what I said. I really don't want to fight with you about this anymore. We're only going to hurt the RFA, and MC, if we keep this up."

Yoosung grinned at his words as he stepped into the house, his grip tightening on the baseball bat that he held firmly behind his back. "Don't worry, Zen. Everything will be fine now."

"What do you me-" Zen started to ask but his words were cut short as Yoosung swung the baseball bat from behind him. He hit Zen harshly, a loud crack echoing through the room as the bat made contact with his skull. Blood splatter across the bat and began to form in a pool on the floor next to where his unconscious body had fallen. Yoosung laughed to himself as he grabbed Zen's legs and began dragging him out of the basement apartment and to the car, a trail of blood smearing the ground that was left behind in their path. Yoosung knew he wasn't dead. No, not yet, but what fun would it be if he was? This was just the beginning.

Yoosung smiled, petting MC's hair gently as her unconscious body lay across Rika's bed. A thick chain wrapped around her ankle and connected to a bedpost at the foot of the bed. She was so gorgeous like this, her eyes were shut peacefully and her perfect lips formed a slight pout. She looked so helpless in this position, asleep and chained to the bed. Yoosung knew he had complete control over her, that she couldn't say no or leave him. He loved how cute she looked when she was helpless.

He leaned down to press soft kisses against her neck and along her collar bone. One of his hands trailed under her shirt and roamed over her stomach, his fingertips tracing various patterns against her bare skin. His whispered words of adoration as he explored her body, "I love you so much, MC. I'm doing this for us you know, for you. I know you understand when you wake up, you have to. Then we can be happy." His teeth sank into her skin, marking her before be pulled away. "I'll be back soon, my love. I just have one more thing to take care of."

He pressed his lips against hers before leaving the room, he knew she'd wake up soon. He didn't want this to take too long, it should be quick and painless. Well, for him. He fist wrapped around the bloodstained baseball bat as he walked to the bathroom where he'd left Zen. He kicked the door open and stared Zen's still unconscious body in annoyance. He set down the knife he'd been carrying around on the counter so he could grip his bat with both hands. "Wake up," he hissed as he brought the bat down across Zen's torso. He grinned as he heard the satisfying crack that echoed as the bat made impact with at least one of his ribs.

Zen stirred from his place on the ground and attempted to wrap his arms around himself. He cried out as the sharp pain shot through him when he tried to move. Yoosung growled at his lack of response, he didn't have the time or patience for this. He stared at Zen for a moment before a wicked idea cross his head. With a sadistic smile, he stepped down on his shin. Zen's screams began to fill the room and tears rolled down his checks. He tried to beg for I'm to stop but couldn't make any noise other than the blood curling screams. Yoosung continued to use his full weight to crush his leg until he felt the bone break beneath him.

"Please," Zen pleaded, he could barely get the words out as sobs of pain escaped from his chest. The dried blood matted his hair against his head and his broken body screamed in protest as he desperately tried to push himself across the floor and away from Yoosung, "Please, don't hurt me."

Yoosung gave him an unsympathetic smile, "Look at me."

"Please, Yoosung" Zen whimpered, shaking his head back and forth and refusing to make eye contact.

"I said look at me," Yoosung yelled, grabbing Zen's hair and pulling his head up harshly. Zen yelped in pain and gave in, looking at Yoosung's cold eyes and demented smile. "This is all your fault, Zen, if only you listened. Now you have no one to blame but yourself."

Zen tried to close his eyes but Yoosung's grip on his hair tightened until he opened them again. The pain that shot through his skill was almost unbearably. He let out a broken whimper, "Don't do this, Yoosung. Please, I'm begging you. Think about the RFA, or MC, she'll never forgive you for this."

Yoosung laughed wickedly at his words before glaring at him harshly. "You really don't know when to shut up do you?" he hissed through clenched teeth, "I told you to stay away from her, Zen. I warned you, I warned her, but you didn't want to listen." Yoosung sighed with mock sympathy, "You've really left me with no choice now. You just couldn't keep your eyes off of her. I saw the way you looked at her the night of the party, the way you watched her every move. Did you think I was blind?" Yoosung let out an unamused chuckled He paused for a moment to reach for the knife, smiling at the way Zen shivered in fear when he saw the silver blade glint in the light. "But don't worry, Zenny, that won't be a problem anymore. I'll make sure you never look at her like that again." Yoosung finished in a singsongy voice before he started laughing maniacally. The sound of his laugher being drowned out only by Zen's tortured screams as Yoosung brought the knife down.

MC rolled over, burying her face in the soft familiar bed. Her eyelids felt heavy and her head was pounding. She let out a small moan of discontent and tried to open her eyes. She looked around to see the familiar setting of Rika's apartment, and relaxed against the mattress until she remembered this wasn't where she was suppose to be. MC sat up too quickly, her head aching in protest, and heard a soft clink of metal echo through the room. She looked around anxiously, here eyes widening when she saw a chain that attached her to the bed. Her head spun as she tried to remember what happened… She was at home, well, Yoosung's home, he was making dinner and… Wait, where was Yoosung?

"Yoosung?" she called out hesitantly. She was waited for a few seconds and frowned when she didn't receive a reply. She leaned down to run her hands over the cold metal that bound her, trying to see if there was a way to free herself from it. MC was so distracted she didn't hear the footsteps that trailed down the hallway into the room.

"MC, sweetie!" You're awake," Yoosung's gentle voice filled the room and she looked up in relief. The feeling only lasted for a moment though as she covered her mouth with her hand to keep in a scream of horror that threatened to escape her.

He was covered in blood, his shirt littered with large red stains. Blood covered his hands and dripped down his arms, there were drops scattered across his face and into his hair, making strands of his bleach blonde hair look red. "Yoosung!" MC cried, a panicked feeling rising in her chest. "What happened? Are you okay?"

Yoosung tilted his head, looking confused for a moment before his eyes widened in understanding a small chuckle escaped him. "I'm fine, babe," he reassured her with a grin, "You don't need to worry."

MC furrowed her eyebrows and stared at him. "Are you sure? You're covered in blood…." she said slowly, knowing it was obvious but feeling the need to point it out.

Yoosung laughed again and began walking towards her. "You're so cute, MC. You don't need to worry though, babe. It's not mine."

MC relaxed for a second before the words sunk it. She felt a new wave of panic wash over her, she knew she needed to ask, but she was afraid for the answer she might get. "Yoosung," she spoke slowly, reluctantly, knowing this was potentially a very dangerous question. "who's blood is it?"

Yoosung chuckled in response, the sound sent shiver down MC's spine as it sounded more and more twisted every time he made it. He leaned so that he was eye level with her and whispered in a low voice, "I told him to stay away from you, MC."

MC let out a choked sob as the words hit her, she covered her mouth and shook her head back and forth violently, tears streamed down her face. "No," she whispered, "No no no no no" she repeated, the sobs becoming more frequent as her entire body shook in fear.

"Why are you crying, sweetie?" Yoosung asked in a sweet voice that made her feel sick. He pressed one his hands against her face and wiped a tear away with his thumb, smearing her cheek with blood. MC gagged at the feeling and tried to pull away but could only get so far before the chain restricted her.

"Please don't cry," Yoosung said with a frown as he crawled onto the bed next to her. "I did this for you. Now we can be happy, I won't have to worry about him stealing you away from me. You'll be mine, forever. Isn't that what you wanted?" As he spoke ran his fingers through her hair, covering her dark locks in blood as he twirled them around his fingers.

Tears were still streaming steadily down her cheek as she tried to suppress her sobs. She took a deep shaky breathe in an attempt to calm herself down. "Yoosung," she whispered n a barely audible voice, "please."

"What, my love? What do you want?" he asked quickly, seeming almost frantic. She took another deep breathe, trying to suppress the sobs that threatened to resurface. She thought for a moment, her mind felt cloudily but she knew she needed to do something, anything.

"Will you unchain me?" she asked in a small voice. Her entire body tensed as he frowned, looking as if he was going to deny her request. "Please," she whispered.

Yoosung stared at her for a moment with an unhappy look before he spoke. "Okay, if that's what you want, but" he took her face between both his hands so she would look at him, "don't leave me, okay? Promise me."

"I-I promise," MC said in a broken whisper, she wanted to throw up but forced herself to control the urge. Yoosung nodded and moved off the bed, kneeling by the foot of it and producing a key from his pocket to unlock a small padlock that hung from the chain. As soon as she was free, she ran.

She jumped off the bed and sprinted across the room as fast as she could manage, almost reaching the doorway before Yoosung's hand grabbed her hair and pulled her back so hard she fell backwards onto the floor. He stood over, his eyes darkening with anger. MC knew she risked making him angry with her, but she had to try. Now she was left once again at his mercy.

Yoosung reached down to grab her arm, pulling her up and throwing her against the wall. She hit it with a loud thud and began to fall onto her knees in pain. Before she hit the floor, Yoosung's body was against hers, pinning her to the wall. "You promised," he growled.

"Yoosung, please!" MC begged, she had began sobbing again as she desperately tried to push him away.

"You were going to leave, MC. Just like Rika did." he said in a low voice. MC shook her head and he slapped her harshly across the face. "Don't lie to me!" he yelled. Yoosung moved his hand to her throat, "You can't leave me! You're mine!" MC tried to scream but could only get the sound out for a moment before his hand tightened and she began choking. Her hands gripped his arm, trying to pull him off of her but he was significantly stronger than her. "You can't leave me," he repeated. He couldn't help but laugh at the desperation in her eyes as he squeezed her throat harder.