CBB Chapter 1.12

‘Am I still alive?’

Woorak muttered to himself as he stared at the ceiling. 

He didn’t remember coming back inside the basement. He hadn’t expected the bastard to use the stun gun again. His limbs still felt numb and tingling, like he’d been electrocuted to death. 

He wasn’t dealing with an ordinary crazy person. He managed to move his stiff neck and examined his body. A metal collar was fastened around his neck, and his clothes had been stripped off again. This guy was a truly heaven-sent pervert. His head fell back limply. Judging by the softness, he seemed to be lying on a bed.

“Ugh…”

A groan nearby made him roll his eyes. He saw Heedo curled up on the bed.

‘Why the hell is this bastard sleeping in the same bed?’

He lifted his leg and kicked Heedo in the stomach. It was more of a weak nudge than a kick due to his lack of strength, but Heedo still rolled over and retched. After a few dry heaves, he buried his face in the vomit and couldn’t get up. His clothes were soaked with sweat, and he just kept trembling. 

He wanted to beat Heedo to death, but what could he do? He had a kind heart that softened at the sight of someone in pain. Woorak creaked as he got up, pulled off the soiled sheet, and undressed Heedo. The rattling of his own collar infuriated him, and he almost slapped Heedo but restrained himself. His excessively kind nature was making his life a living hell. 

He soaked a towel in water and cleaned Heedo’s vomit-covered face. The towel quickly became warm, so he got a fresh one and wiped down Heedo’s body as well. After several rounds of meticulously cleaning his armpits, navel, and groin, Heedo’s breathing seemed to ease a bit.

“Hey, open your eyes. Let’s take some medicine.”

He brought the first-aid kit he found in the room and forced Heedo to sit up. He took out fever reducers, two types of painkillers, and antibiotics. Thinking of Heedo’s stomach, he added a digestive pill as well. He cupped his hand, filled it with the pile of pills, , and brought it to Heedo’s mouth. Heedo, who had barely opened his eyes, resisted.

“What kind of medicine… mixed… I’ll die…”

Despite his resistance, his sick body was easily overpowered. Woorak easily grabbed Heedo’s jaw and forced his mouth open, shoving the pills deep into his throat. He pressed Heedo’s head down with his knee, closed his jaw, and then tapped his adam’s apple a few times, making Heedo swallow the pills with a gulp. 

He propped Heedo’s shaking body against a pillow, and Heedo quickly fell asleep. Exhausted from his efforts despite his own condition, Woorak collapsed and fell asleep as well.

How many hours had he slept? 

Woorak flailed his hand at something tickling his face.

“Ah!”

“Wh-What?”

His blurry vision focused on Heedo, who was cupping his cheeks in his hands.

“What are you doing? Are you feeling okay?”

He placed a hand on Heedo’s forehead. His fever had gone down considerably. Heedo placed his own hand over Woorak’s and smiled sheepishly. He seemed to be feeling better. Woorak’s pent-up anger flared.

“You crazy bastard, you used the stun gun on me again, trying to kill me? Are you human? And if you’re sick, you should go to the hospital. You want us both to die?”

Heedo didn’t even flinch at his yelling anymore. He just closed his eyes and collapsed back onto the bed, groaning.

“This punk is putting on a show.”

“Hyung… water…”

Heedo asked for water in a faint voice. Woorak wanted to ignore him, but the sight of his dry, cracked lips was too much.

“Just you wait until you get better.”

Grinding his teeth, Woorak helped Heedo sit up and held a glass of water to his lips. Heedo couldn’t swallow a single drop and spilled it all.

“Put some strength in your lips and try to drink properly.”

As Woorak tried to offer the glass again, Heedo flailed his hand, knocking the cup out of Woorak’s hand. Woorak groaned deeply as the water spilled all over him.

‘No, be patient. If I hit him more, he’ll die.’

Heedo glanced at Woorak, who was trembling with the thick water glass in his hand, then quietly leaned down and pressed his face against Woorak’s groin. He made slurping sounds as he swallowed Woorak’s penis, only to have his hair grabbed.

“Fuck, what are you doing?!”

“I’m thirsty…”

“I gave you water. Why are you doing this instead of drinking that?”

“It’s hard to drink… I don’t have the strength… I thought I could drink something if I sucked it like this…”

“Uwaaaaagh!”

Woorak screamed and punched the mattress. He was furious.

“What kind of ridiculous trick are you pulling? Drink it or don’t, do what you want. Will I die? You’re the one who’ll die, anyway!”

He stormed out of the room, but realizing he couldn’t walk around naked, he returned and opened the closet. It was completely empty, not even a single sock. He gritted his teeth and glared at Heedo, who turned over.

“You moved around meticulously for a sick person. So damn meticulous!”

He slammed the door and went out. He needed to eat something to regain his strength, so he searched the kitchen, but there wasn’t a single grain of rice or a ramen packet to be found. Even the drawer where Heedo had kept the coffee mix was empty. He was a truly vicious bastard. Fuming, Woorak stomped back to the room and yelled.

“Hey, give me food. I’m hungry.”

“I’m thirsty too…”

Should I just kill him? I think I’d feel better.

Woorak decided to engage in a battle of wills, determined to see who would give in first. He lay down on his side on the floor next to the bed, crossed his arms, and forced his eyes shut. 

How long could a sick person last without water?

* * *

…Heedo was truly a monstrous bastard. Woorak, who had been anxious all day about Heedo’s dying breaths, surrendered with a beastly roar when Heedo’s arm dropped off the bed with a thud.

“Drink it, drink it, damn it! Why can’t you drink even when I give it to you?”

He shoved his penis, soaked in water, into Heedo’s lips, which were white and peeling. 

Heedo, whose tongue twitched under the pressure, felt the wetness and opened his eyes wide. As soon as he realized what was in his mouth, he sucked with such force his cheeks paled. Woorak winced as Heedo’s rough tongue scraped painfully against his penis. He forcibly pulled Heedo’s face away, which clung stubbornly even after he’d been drained, and soaked his penis in the water again. 

Unable to endure even that brief moment, Heedo lunged forward. With surprising strength, as if he hadn’t been on death’s door just moments before, he spread Woorak’s thighs and licked his entire groin like a dog, salivating all over it.

Woorak covered his eyes with his hand. The sight was too wretched to bear. Both Heedo, with his face buried in Woorak’s crotch, and Woorak himself, with his legs splayed open like a frog, were in truly disgusting positions.

‘This is medical treatment. Medical treatment.’

He barely managed to compose himself when his upper body fell back and his waist bent. Heedo had slipped his hand under Woorak’s thighs and pushed it upwards, lifting his buttocks off the mat. Woorak was about to yell at him, asking what the hell he thought he was doing, when his body jolted as if struck by lightning. 

He’d been sucked into a place he couldn’t believe. After that, he wasn’t in his right state of mind.

Woorak shook his dizzy head. When he came to his senses, he was dragging Heedo by the hair. Heedo had beaten him so much that the blood from his nose and mouth mixed and created a long, red trail on the floor.

“Cough, cough… I… I was wrong. P-Please… Save me.”

Heedo trembled, rubbing his palms together. Dumbfounded, Woorak looked up at the ceiling for a moment before punching Heedo in the face, silencing him instantly. He dragged him to the kitchen and splashed water on his unconscious face. When Heedo didn’t show any signs of waking up even after wriggling, Woorak slammed his head against the floor.

“Ugh, hack, s-save… ”

“Having fun? Having your way with someone as you please is fun, isn’t it? It’s amusing because I can’t fight back, and it makes you feel like you’re something special, doesn’t it?”

“I-It’s not like that.”

“You should have known when to stop while I was still being lenient. Why did you suck down there? What were you trying to do?”

“There was just a lot of water there… AAAAAAH!”

Woorak grabbed Heedo’s middle finger and bent it back. Heedo’s eyes rolled back with a shrill scream.

“Hey, bring me the key.”

He pointed to the collar around Heedo’s neck.

“Huuuhk, gasp, cough, it hurts…. Uhhh…”

Heedo, foaming at the mouth, couldn’t speak properly. Woorak broke another middle finger. Heedo convulsed with an ear-splitting scream and then went limp. 

He couldn’t be allowed to passed out like this easily. 

Woorak splashed water on him to wake him up and grabbed his ankle. He held it with both hands and twisted, causing Heedo to let out a hoarse scream.

“Aaauugh, p-please save… I’ll get it…. Uhhhk.”

Heedo crawled on the floor, and Woorak slowly followed behind him. Stopping in front of a room next to the bedroom, Heedo looked back, his face smeared with blood and tears. His broken fingers seemed to prevent him from opening the door. 

Woorak opened the door for him, and Heedo crawled to the desk, using his elbows. He pulled a drawer open with his index finger and fumbled inside with his mangled hand. He seemed to be having trouble finding something, as he only dripped with sweat for a long time.

“Are you sure you put it there? Why can’t you find it?”

“I-It’s there….”

As Woorak approached, Heedo stiffened. A familiar sound, click, clack, clackle, came from behind Heedo’s tense back. Woorak quickly backed away, narrowly avoiding the stun gun.

“This fucking bastard again!”

He kicked Heedo’s curled-up body mercilessly. Under the relentless kicks, Heedo scrambled under the desk. Woorak grabbed his ankle, pulled him out, and broke another finger—his ring finger this time. He grabbed Heedo’s hair tightly.

“You know I’ve been holding back a lot, right?”

Blood and saliva dribbled from Heedo’s trembling lips. Woorak shook Heedo’s head, forcing him to nod.

“If you try anything funny again, it won’t end with your fingers.”

Seeing Heedo nod even with his eyes rolled back, Woorak swung Heedo’s head in the air a couple of times before throwing him down. When Heedo stalled by writhing on the floor with his limbs twisted at odd angles, Woorak kicked the desk hard. 

Heedo, understanding the message, crawled to the desk, but he just sobbed, unable to lift his mangled hands. Woorak clicked his tongue in disapproval. He shoved Heedo aside with his foot and overturned the drawer himself, searching for the key. 

This damn bastard. 

The key wasn’t in the drawer Heedo had been searching, but in a different one. Woorak kicked him a few more times before unlocking the degrading dog collar. He yelled at Heedo to get dressed. After suffering all sorts of humiliation, he was finally free.

“Hey, where’s my car?”

Heedo, who had encountered Woorak emerging empty-handed after searching for the car keys, recoiled dramatically as if having a seizure, then crouched down. Woorak shoved him with his foot, sending him scrambling into a corner where he curled up tightly. 

A water bottle, which Heedo seemed to have been about to drink, rolled on the floor. The cap was covered in bite marks. Woorak opened it and offered it to Heedo, but he just closed his mouth tight and turned his head away.

“Ha.”

Woorak laughed bitterly, drank the entire bottle in one go, crumpled the empty bottle, and threw it. The empty bottle bounced off Heedo’s head.

“You crazy bastard, let’s never see each other again. Don’t let me see you again. You’ll die. And you should go to the hospital for that, and this too.”

Woorak pointed to Heedo’s hand and head in turn. Heedo stared at Woorak through his blood-matted hair.

“What are you looking at, you bastard—uh!”

Suddenly, Woorak swayed. The world spun, and his vision blurred. He tried to steady himself against the wall but collapsed weakly. His upper body slammed onto the cold floor, and a moment later, a thud echoed in his ears.

“Fucking… son of a bitch…”

Through his hazy vision, he saw Heedo crawling towards him.