Journal entry: 010
May 16, 2012
Time recorded: 11:36 p.m.

I've made mistakes, but would this be one I couldn't come back from?

I was going to see him.

I was getting to submit to his desires.

Why?

Because I'm weak and afraid to fight back.

Does that make me a coward?

End of journal entry.

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May 17, 2012

"Kyungsoo, so will you please come with me tonight?" Baekhyun asked over the phone.

Baekhyun heard him sigh, followed by:

"Baekhyun, you just need to tell your brother. He can help you and he can make Jungkook stop harassing you. Just tell him. I don't want to get involved anymore, Baek. I'm sorry. I'll see you in school Monday. Bye."

And then he hung up.

Baekhyun felt a tightening in his chest, and heaving a breath, he whispered, "But my brother can't know about this. I'll just have to be brave and say no myself."

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Baekhyun stood outside Jungkook's house, the time precisely twelve. He couldn't bring himself to knock; to move.

He stood there for another five minutes before the door opened, Jungkook appearing on the other side. He pursed his lips and eyed Baekhyun threw narrowed eyes before he said, "You're five minutes late, Baekhyun. So now you'll receive a five minute long punishment." Then he reached out for Baekhyun's wrist, pulling him inside as he added, "By the way, my parents are out of town, so there will be no chance of someone walking in on us...."

Jungkook lead Baekhyun to the bathroom, and with a shove he ordered him to strip while he turned on the water. Baekhyun noticed with a shiver that he hadn't touched the knob for hot water, only cold. His punishment was sure to be brutal, especially since Jungkook didn't allow Baekhyun in the shower until the water had run for a good five or so minutes.

When his punishment was over, his skin was red and burning, and just to be cruel, Jungkook smacked his ass before leaning in close to whisper, "Just so you know, the night hasn't even begun. So prepare yourself, Byun Baekhyun, because I'm nowhere near being done with you."

By Monday morning, Baekhyun's skin was adorned with new, self-harming cuts across his wrists, and fading bruises marked the rest of his body. He didn't talk; he didn't smile. He was slowly being ruined, and the sadist was enjoying every minute of his pain.

Word count: 408