But this time...The Pain had gone beyond what he could bear.Yeo Jun's body tensed again,His breath kept stopping,And then...He lost consciousness.
Blood...Fell from his mouth, mixing with the dirty dust on the floor.His chin, neck, collar...Everything had turned red—Deep, sticky red blood.
That person left him there,Silently walked out of the room,As if he had just broken a toy...And now was ready to play with a new one.
Now...He was just waiting for Yeo Jun to regain consciousness.
Yeo Jun came back to consciousness again.
There was only darkness in his eyes...And every part of his body Was screaming in pain—From his eyes to his feet,Every vein was running with burning poison.
He was drenched in blood and sweat.Breathing felt like torture.His head hung on his shoulders,And the pain in his whole body Was so intense that he didn't even try to move himself.
His eyes...Would not open because of the pain and swelling.
Then...He felt a faint shadow near him...Someone's presence...Someone's breath...Someone's intent...Right beside him.
"I know you're awake..."That cold, emotionless voice echoed in his ear...
As soon as he heard those words—
Yeo Jun's body trembled,his breath caught,and uncontrollable tears streamed from his eyes...From his wounded throat came a broken voice, stuttering with sobs:"Please... let me go..."Each word came out like pain escaping from his injured throat.As his tongue brushed over the wounds inside his mouth,he shuddered again—waves of pain surged through him,making every movement feel like being crucified.
That person...silently approached him...and without any feeling or mercy—forcibly grabbed his face .
A fire ignited in Yeo Jun's mouth...and from deep inside, the pain pulled out another scream:"AAHHHHH!"
The pain was so deep that darkness started to cloud his vision.But that man's cruelty was not over yet.
Just before Yeo Jun lost consciousness again, the man said,"Not yet, good boy...your birthday present is still waiting..."
Then—a shining knifewas pressed against Yeo Jun's cheek...
Cold steel, sharp air,and the fear of death looming above his head...
Slowly, very slowly,the knife blade started to scratch the side of his neck...
The cold edge, the warmth of blood,and that man's slow, terrifying melody sung in a chilling voice...
"Happy birthday to you..."
The song had turned into a painful tune.
Yeo Jun's screams echoed through every corner of the compound.
And in those screams was the desperate cry of an innocent life...But there was no one to hear.
The wound cut by the knife on his throat was now bleeding profusely...
Then that person, slowly lifting the knife,moved it just above Yeo Jun's eyes...
"I told you to keep your eyes open..."
And as soon as Yeo Jun closed his eyes in pain,that person shouted fiercely at him:"WHAT DID I SAY!?"
Blood had dried on his eyelids,dripping into his eyes,causing a sharp burning sensation...
His body was now trembling from the pain,his hands and feet had turned cold like ice.
He brought the knife to just above Yeo Jun's right eyebrowand began to cut...
The scratching sound of the bladeand Yeo Jun's faint criesripped through the silence of the room...
And Yeo Jun...was a living, breathing prey,being destroyed on his birthdayin the name of a gift...
The pain had intensified with every breath he took,but that man's face still wore the same cold, merciless smile.
He pulled the knife away from the eye—but there was no mercy in that hand...it was only moving its place,not its intention.
Then, just below the eye,he began to cut Yeo Jun's innocent face...
A 15-year-old boy...so helpless, so weak,barely understanding what pain really meant—was now facing the peak of cruelty.
His face was drenched in blood...