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 fears bloomed like thorns

locked in a small room, only a scanty blanket and worn out clothes provided. it it thus the state wonwoo was in for most of his days, not aware of the concept of time as he carved the oak floor with his bare nails in return for slight comfort. he would still when the familiar creak of the front door sounded, numbness filling into the space that fear once claimed for barely even a second.

it was a routine. he would be locked in this very room until the sun set and the jingling of keys could faintly be heard. seojun. the man wonwoo once loved, and still does even if he  led wonwoo to his utter demise. they do say your first love lasts a lifetime.

it was like every other night. wonwoo would harshly be pulled out of his confinement to have his first and only meal of the day. even then it would usually just be half a serving of rice along with beans of some sort, ones he was not allowed to ask about. 

"cause you're fat and ugly, obviously. now stop talking, you stupid ."

is what he had been reasoned with before being beaten black and blue. by then, wonwoo was already too far gone. too far gone in what he percieved as love, and too far gone into manipulation. what was pure animalistic ing was what he viewed as making love and each bruise or cut to his body were just signs of affections.

wonwoo thought the man couldn't be more terrifying than he already was. but no, he was far worse that night. his eyes seemed to be seething and his physique trembled in pure rage. each hit to wonwoo's form literally knocked the wind out of him and utter fear spread through his core. it was all black. wonwoo's arm moved mercilessly, plunging into skin and muscle in what he believed to be close to a hundred stabs. the knife falls to the floor. red. all wonwoo could see was red, on the floor, in the sink, on the pure white petals of fresh lilies right in the middle of the dining table. and then silence. a deafening silence as a shrill ring sounded in his ears. his fingers trembled as they clung onto the telephone. 

"police, what's your emergency?"

"I...I just killed my boyfriend."

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hi there, you can call me by my character's name or by my username. please do not be afraid to pm me if you wish to plot or if you wish to talk. i'm comfortable with both detailed 1st and 3rd.  i'm nice as long as you're nice so we're all good if you are.

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full namejeon wonwoo
agetwenty three
orientationpanual
positionprisoner 
crime        voluntary
manslaughter
illnessesptsd & anorexia
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