#do-shik

it all happens too quickly. you glance over your shoulder for a second to try and see if you could still hide but that was all the time he needed to leap out from behind the boxes next to you and pin you down on the floor with a knife to your neck.

“now why did you run from me, darling? trying to get some late night exercise, hm? why didn’t you leave a note for me at home? you made me worry.” it isn’t sincere, you both know that. do-shik already knows why you tried to leave - you weren’t very good at covering up everything you went through in his study (if you could even still call it that after finally seeing what was in there) in your haste.

sweat began beading at your forehead, eyes darting between your husband’s and the knife. your mouth felt so dry you could hardly force any words out of it.

“please, let me go. i won’t tell anyone about anything, i’m sorry-” you sounded weak, as if you were about to cry. do-shik’s eyes lit up - obviously liking the fear that was so clear in your voice - and he laughed.

“oh, i know you won’t tell anyone. you’re going to come back home with me and we can carry on the way everything used to be when you weren’t such a nosy bitch.” the venom in his words was hard to miss. so was the anger as he pressed the knife into your skin a bit harder, drawing blood.