The chamber loaded with a whimper and pounding sound of the door. Andras attempts knock the door but Seokjin didn't unlock it, even though, he's flimsy and weak but accomplishes to lock it. On the other side, Andras was so enraged from his prey stubbornness.

"Seokjin... open this... goddammit door or... I will destroy it..." No response from the other side. "I will count of 10... if you don't open it, you'll getting punish boy..."

1....

2...

3...

4...

5...

"Okay... boy, You're already pushing my limit!!!" He roared and proceeding counting but this harsher this time.

6...

7...

8...

9...

10...

Andras destroy the door turn into pieces and investigate around the area but no signs of the boy. Andras chuckle silently.

"My Seokjin, Do you consider that... you can mislead me by hiding at the wardrobe." The dresser opens by itself revealing the young boy ducking behind the clothes. The 17 years old have nowhere to do but to flee at the unlocked door but the demon fortifies his action as he knocked on the demon's chest. Seokjin slithers back as his hands comb for a weapon. He held a steak of wood from the scattered pieces of the door and decide to stab Andras to his heart but the Demon seized his wrist and clutched his waist towards his body. The Demon presses his wrist to withdraw his weapon.

"Ahhh!!!" Seokjin ought to shriek in agony, he yielded against the Demon, he throws in his bed like a pillow.

"Now... you are worsening the punishments... my little prey." Seokjin thrilled his head on rejection. Andras gently unfastened his shirt. "Don't make your daddy hostile..!" he whispered while SeokJin attempts to creep back until he touches to the bedpost but the demon draws his leg and instantly hover him.

"Let go of me!! " The 17 years old squirms against the demon hold but he's stronger than him. He starts to smack and stroke his neck as he inhales the sweet scent of the blood rushing so fast to his veins as he responded to terror making his heart beat increases. For the Demon, it's like a pristine and luscious fruit of all.

"Please... stop!! No!!!"

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Seokjin woke up, nevertheless, dawn outside. He detects a piano music around the walls of the white ceiling of the mansions. He never heard a piano sound before, for him that music makes him calm and cozy despite the discomfort, he's passing within. Seokjin realizes that his clothes are already changes, maybe the Demon and his servants replace his clothes. He desires to wander into, where the music originated from but on the opposite side of his mind, he needs to escape on this place. This accommodation was more than Hell for him. He opens the window; -it is too high to jump off-  The entirely way he considers is the bedsheets as he releases down all of his long curtains and twists each ends. The last one is the bed sheet and tied up within the bedpost. Meantime, Andras was so carefree and nostalgic the resonance of his upright piano, every tap of each key allowing himself ripple to the notes abruptly, he's playing stop.

"He's escaping..." Andras gummy laugh swiftly.

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Seokjin manage to run outwardly some footwear yet he already has a cut and scratch to his feet, he continued running away from him, incessantly to the one who slays his parents and assaults him. The forest is dull and creepy on each side of the stem of the tree embodies terror around him only the breeze and the temperature is only his circumferences. The way is only the spaces between the trees he advanced to move onward; he stops his foot as his eyes moving side by side seeking the sound came from, it hit a realization on him in the past. The memory of the first day, he was enraptured by that Demon notwithstanding being tired, he accomplishes to locate a covered place to hide. He lurked on the trunk of a huge tree embraced with musk and dead leaves.  Seokjin covered his mouth from heavy breathing and bewailings as he heard it again --- the sound of the group of locust forwarding his way.--

Andras knows that I disappear...

The horror, he's suffering promptly become further intense. A moment later, he didn't detect the vibration of the locust. He lightly penetrates the leaves and peeps to his sanctuary when it does; He recommences to escape in the dark forest without anything... --he keeps escaping---

God answers his prayer when he noticed a modest house. A lantern of brightness is the only source of the light on the house. He knocks at the rapidly pleading that someone will help him. The vibration of the creaking door made his hope grow for the 17 years old, unveiling an old lady in 80's or 90's at age, wearing some sort of skirt with a red scarf encompassing her neck. Seokjin contemplates to the lady which is uncanny. In this time covering a scarf is kinda strange due it is not winter time. Summertime occurs today.

He disregards, his instinct because the old lady was very well-bred and well- manner.

"Come in my child.." she greets in a muffled firm tone. "You must be exhausted on your journey, have some rest." She offered, he enters the house, its feasible a mediocre place for an old lady. Seokjin craves to ask the old lady but he doesn't desire to be ignorant on the affection shown to him. " Oh... look at you. Your foot is full of scars and bruises. I heal your wounds.." The old lady takes a bowl of warm water and a clean red tower. She dumps the cloth against his wound. He responded a burn everytime the cloth sweeps his foot. After that, the old lazy gave him a bowl of soup. Seokjin inhales the mouth-watering soup in front of him, it passes to his nostril until to his taste palette.

"It's smell so good.." he appreciated as he digs in the soup without any fluctuation.

"Thank you... my son." The old lady stands up while SeokJin remains to slurp the soup. "You know my son, considering my husband abandoned me. I'm all lonely here." She brought her sewing kit. "He leaves and my son never came back.." Seokjin suddenly vision become dim and blur. "But don't bother,  I located your father. He's with us now..." He collapsed on the floor incapacitated to move. Seokjin whimper as he resembles the old lady with a wicked grin on her face. " And now your hereabouts, I'm so lucky to have a gorgeous child like you..."

Before he questioned the old lady, his eyes grew in terror as he beheld an old man bond on a chair with a slit in his throat and his mouth suturing in cross-stitch style.

"Come on... my son! Join the dinner with your father or else... I'm going to stitch your neck..." she beams "I'm not gonna let Andras touch you..."

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