Inspired by the woman who called 911 for Pizza Delivery ♡

Dedicated to my dear cousin MissTouka. Lol, I know you're not aware that this is M-preg and Boyxboy in the first place, but you nagged me to update and this is dedicated to you! Hahaha!

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I woke up naked and feeling really really bad. Like definitely really bad. It was painful down there, and I only could move my arms. I saw the madman walking, eyeing on my soul like he's going to crack me anytime soon. My body felt stiffened and cold as the wind inside the room dawdle around. 

"Hey slut, order some pizza. I don't know how to use this." I reached out for the phone beside me, and it was Kyungsoo's phone with no passwords at all. He can't use IPhone, I wonder why. Maybe he's dumb.

35% Battery Charged.

I'm doomed for a mean time, until a brilliant idea came up to my mind.

I turned the speaker mode off and called 114, the emergency number.

{114, where is your emergency?} Said the speaker.

I looked at the madman, and mouthed 'where are we?'. And he replied, 456 Exodus Avenue.

"456 Exodus Avenue."

{Alrighty, can you tell me what's going on?} The dispatcher interrogated with fair voice. I'm still shivering like I'm going to die anytime.

"I would like to order pizza for delivery." I heard him whisper, is this a prank call?

{Sir, this is 114, an emergency number, not a pizza delivery.} His voice gotten more serious.

"Yeah I know, can I have large pepperoni pizza?" Oh please, he needs to realise I can't say that this is an emergency or kidnapping, or else the madman would lay a finger on me. 

{Alrighty, what's happening inside? Are you not telling me because, someone's in the room?} He seriously got it! This dispatcher finally realised it. 

"Yes, and please hurry up. How long would it take?" I asked, pretending to order pizza. 

{Sir, we'll send an office that's just a mile from your place. Can you stay on the phone?} I'm hesitating, but had moment of realisation that if I stay on the phone, then the madman would think I'm playing with him.

"No. Thanks." That's all what I said and hung up the line.

A mile from this place. It wouldn't take that long, right? 

I sat on the freezing cold floor while waiting for 114 to come. Where are the others? I wonder where are they. The creep still looks at me and sniggers like a psycho. I didn't want to glance back because he's a real creep. He gives me goosebumps. Who wouldn't? Who wouldn't think he's a creep and a psycho at the same time? The psycho then wandered around the corners, walking back and forth. 

"Oh my, what a enormous hole of yours. I never knew you have a manhole like that." My tears started to blurred my sight, falling down to my cheeks. Just by remembering how they fcked me up, makes me want to kill myself. I've already been touched by men I don't know. I feel so dirty. I feel like I have trillions of germs sticked on me. I hardly couldn't believe I got raped by a group of men. 

"Aww, why are you crying? Do you want to get fck again?" I helplessly shook my head. He ended from wandering around the corners, instead he took his steps towards me. I tightly held my legs and whole body, not wanting him to touch any of my skin. The creep was about to touch my wet cheeks, but I quickly shoved his hands.

"Oh I'm surprised. I thought you're a good boy? Are you being a bad boy now?" He smirked and leaned on me, earning a shiver from me. 

"Do you know what happens on bad boys?" I didn't replied. Not a single word. 

"They get punished...hard. Really hard. Fcking hard!" The madman exclaimed and clutched me real tight on my arms, forcing me to face the ground. I tried to break free from his broad and strong hands, but I couldn't. Now I'm facing the ground and he's facing my back. He handled himself a piece of cloth and shoved it into my mouth, blocking my screams. 

"I'm gonna punish you real hard because you've been a bad boy."

"MMMMHHHH!!! MMMHH!!!!" 

"What?! Are you saying anything?! Sorry not sorry, this is what every bad boys deserved!" He spreaded my legs apart, and positioned himself between my legs. The psycho was about to enter my manhole, until the doorbell had rung. 

"Fcking hell. That might be the fcking pizza." He muttered and buckled his belt again, making his way to the door. 

"Don't fcking move or I'll fcking kill 'ya. Understand?" I nodded while my tears still streaming down my face.

I saw him open the door, and to his surprise, it was the 114. 

"DON'T MOVE!" 

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I apologise for not updating for 2 weeks!

Awww lame update for today. Middle school life here is kinda stressful. I'll update soon!