Caged by His Devotion
Chapter -1 Freedom or another Hell...?
The sound of beating echoed
Prisoner 2
You fucking moron…
Prisoner 2
Still not gonna beg, huh…?
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(blood spilling from his mouth) Cough… cough…
Prisoner
Hah… still so egoistic.
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(A hand grabbed his face, forcing him to look straight into dark, cruel eyes)
Prisoner
Hah… aren’t you pretty…
Prisoner
(smirking) Hey guys, what do you say… should we fuck him?
Prisoner 3
(laughing) Yeah… it’ll be fun…
Prisoner 3
Since we haven’t fucked any guy before…
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(One of them yanked Jiwon’s collar, two buttons popping open to reveal his slender skin)
Prisoner
(lustful look) Wow… as expected…
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(disgust...)
But just as he was about to touch him...
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(Jiwon grabbed his wrist)
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(eyes dark) Don't you dare...!
The first time in eight years.
He resist... He stop them...
Prisoner
(overwhelmed) Wow... Hahaha....
Prisoner
(laughing) Did you guys saw... Hahaha...
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(Jiwon’s hand shook badly, his fear obvious despite his silence)
Prisoner
(That man's other hand came down, a sharp slap to jiwon's cheek)
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(Jiwon hit the ground) Ahh...
Prisoner 3
Wow… didn’t think you’d react like this just because we want to fuck you... 😏
Prisoner 2
Yeah... 😏 If we’d known, we would have raped you countless times by now...
Prisoner 3
Shit… We wasted eight years just beating you...
Prisoner
(laughing)Hahaha... It’s alright, today is enough.
Prisoner
We will rip him apart today...
(They came closer, cruel grins on their faces)
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(Jiwon’s back arched, ready to strike again)
(But before Jiwon could even process what was happening, someone grabbed his ankle and yanked him back.)
(His body dragged across the cold floor)
They tore at his shirt, fabric ripping apart.
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(scared) No... Don't...
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(teary eyes) Don't touch me...
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(Jiwon swung his fist, trying to fight back, but another slap cracked across his cheek)
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(The sound rang in his ears.)
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(His vision blurred)
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(Tears welled up despite his stubborn pride)
One of them leaned closer, fingers digging painfully into his chest, making him flinch.
Prisoner 3
Wow... His skin is softer than girls... Hahaha...
Prisoner 3
(touching lustfully)
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(feeling disgust)
Another hand slid lower, gripping his waistband.
Prisoner
Indeed... Today's night gonna be fun...
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(teary eyes, he never felt this helplessness before)
(Another hand reached his lower body part rubbing it)
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(He completely froze)
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(For a split second, fear completely swallowed him...)
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(He tried to kick, to push them away, but they were stronger)
(Just as someone grabbed the edge of his pants—)
Footsteps thundered down the corridor.
Prisoner 2
Shit... How the fuck did they come here...?
Prisoner 3
Damn... We need to run.
(The grips on Jiwon loosened instantly)
Officers stormed in, dragging the men away, batons striking, chaos erupting in the small cell.
Prisoner
(glared back at Jiwon)
Prisoner
(smirking) Don't think it's over...
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(slightly flinched)
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(Jiwon lay there, chest rising and falling rapidly, staring at the ceiling... Tears falling down desperately)
Someone rushed forward and pulled Jiwon into a tight embrace.
His arms were warm. Steady.
He gently patted Jiwon’s head, fingers trembling slightly.
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(chuckle)Relax... Yunho. You should be the one comfort me.
Han Yunho (MC's friend)
You... You are still joking. 😫
Han Yunho (MC's friend)
(worried) Are you okay…?
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(voice hoarse) Don’t worry… I’m fine.
Han Yunho (MC's friend)
(worried)They didn’t… do anything... Right?
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(A small, fragile smile curved on his lips) Yes… you came right in time...
Seo Jiwon (MC)
Thanks buddy...
(Yunho tightened his hold for a second before slowly pulling back to look at him.)
Han Yunho (MC's friend)
Of course. You told me before… if you ever disappear, I should immediately find the cops and come looking for you...
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(Jiwon lowered his eyes)
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(low voice)Yeah…
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
The corridor was quiet again. Too quiet.
Yunho carefully helped him stand.
Han Yunho (MC's friend)
Let’s go back to our cell...
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(Jiwon nodded)
Han Yunho (MC's friend)
I am happy for you buddy...
Han Yunho (MC's friend)
Only one night left. You are getting out tomorrow.
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(The words felt unreal...)
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(eyes sad)Yeah...!
Seo Jiwon (MC)
💭 Eight years of hell...
Seo Jiwon (MC)
💭 And now… freedom is only hours away..
Seo Jiwon (MC)
💭 But it's really a freedom or another hell...
(A strange feeling settled in his chest.)
(As if something bigger was waiting for him outside those prison walls)
Author... (^～^;)ゞ
Hey guys...
Author... (^～^;)ゞ
I started this new story called "Caged by His Devotion"
Author... (^～^;)ゞ
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Chapter -2 Only Hell Awaits
Jiwon finally got out of prison
Fresh air brushed against his face… but in front of him, no one was there to greet him.
Nor had he expected anyone.
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(He made his way to his home… and to the bakery)
In a poor street, a small bakery stood—old, shabby, with a tiny house next to it that hadn’t been cleaned in years.
A woman was screaming, cursing, and arguing with her husband about their miserable life.
They blamed each other for every misfortune.
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(shouting) It's… it's all because of you. You just sit at home and do nothing, just drinking…
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(The man shout back)
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You bitch. Don't blame me. You’re the same. You just lie at home doing nothing. The bakery went under because of you…
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(shouting loudly) It's not because of me, it's because you took that moron in when his parents died…
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He brought misfortune to us...
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(Jiwon's heart tightened. Even in his absence, they were blaming him)
In the corner, a boy about Jiwon’s age sat quietly, playing games. Without caring about his parents fight.
Jiwon’s heart tightened. He didn’t know whether to pity them or feel anger.
They were to blame for jiwon's miserable life. But still they were blaming Jiwon instead...
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(He stepped inside)
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(The moment they saw him, the woman shouted, without caring when did he get out of prison)
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(shouting) You… why did you come back here again?!💢
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It’s all because of you and your parents. Our life has been hell! We don’t have money!
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(smirking) Relax, honey. He’s here to give us money.
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(Jiwon flinched. Money… Was he supposed to give them anything?)
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(The boy came forward, hesitantly) Money...? Really... Give me money...
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(Jiwon said softly) Uncle, Aunt... I… I don’t have money.
MC's Aunt
(The woman’s hand shot out, slapping him hard across the face)
MC's Aunt
Because your parents died, we had to take you in. Then you went to jail without giving us a single coin.
MC's Aunt
All we’re left with is this shabby bakery and that old house… and now, you don’t even have money?!
MC's Aunt
(She picked up a stick and started beating him)
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(Jiwon had endured far worse in prison, so he didn’t resist. But his heart ached…)
Seo Jiwon (MC)
💭As expected… no matter where I go, only hell awaits me…
MC's Aunt
(Finally, she stopped and shoved him roughly)
MC's Aunt
Go! Clean both the bakery and the house. From today, earn money and give it to us!💢
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(Jiwon's throat tightened, but he silently began cleaning)
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(He cleaned the bakery first, then the house)
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(Afterward, he made fresh bread and cupcakes, carefully shaping each one)
The sweet, warm smell wafted through the street, drawing people’s attention.
Passersby began stopping, buying bread as they passed.
Breads made by jiwon's hand was delicious, made even better by the care he put into it.
On the very first day, many loaves and treats were sold.
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(Jiwon felt a small spark of happiness that what his father had taught him twelve, or thirteen years ago still stayed with him)
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(He looked up at the sky remembering his parents)
Seo Jiwon (MC)
💭 See, your son is a genius, isn’t he…? Even after all these years, he still remembers what you taught him—
Late at night, Jiwon finally closed the bakery.
As he turned toward the house, his uncle was already standing at the door.
He stepped forward and demanded all the money.
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(Jiwon tried to stop him)
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(hesitantly) Uncle..., you shouldn't drink… it’s—
But before he could finish, his uncle slapped him and snatched all the money.
MC's Uncle
(shout)You wretch, don’t forget I took you in. Don't you dare tell me what to do...
MC's Uncle
(With that, his uncle went to drink.)
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(heavy heart, Jiwon went inside, only to be met by his aunt.)
MC's Aunt
Where is the money? Give me all...
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(Jiwon hesitated and lowered his head)
Seo Jiwon (MC)
Uncle… Uncle took it all.
MC's Aunt
(angry) You moron, misfortunate child! Why would you give all the money to him?
His aunt blamed him for giving money to his uncle. Even though he snatched it. She hit him again, cursing him mercilessly.
MC's Aunt
Why were you even born? You useless thing!
MC's Aunt
Why didn’t you die with your parents twelve years ago?
MC's Aunt
Why didn’t you die in prison? Why…
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(Jiwon’s eyes blurred, tears streaming uncontrollably)
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(He wanted to scream, but his throat felt tight, frozen by pain)
After the beating, she shoved him outside, giving him no food...
Jiwon had to sleep on the street all night, shivering and alone.
His body ached from the beating and the long day of work.
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(He blamed himself for everything)
His both palms pressed tightly over his mouth, trying to silence his sobs.
Seo Jiwon (MC)
Sob… 💭 Why didn’t you just die, Jiwon… why…?
Seo Jiwon (MC)
💭If you had died with your parents, you wouldn’t have to endure this…
Seo Jiwon (MC)
Nngghh… sob… 💭Why didn’t you just gave up and die in prison… why…?
Seo Jiwon (MC)
Sob... Sob... 💭Why are you still fighting…? Who are you even fighting for…?
Across the street, a black figure watched him.
His jaw clenched, a storm of anger, helplessness, and a thousand other emotions churning inside him.
Chapter -3 They Sold Me...?
A week passed like that...
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(Jiwon woke before sunrise, did all the house chores, then handled the bakery alone.)
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(He baked, cleaned, served customers, and smiled when needed.)
His uncle, aunt, and cousin took every coin he earned.
And whenever he made the smallest mistake—or whenever they were simply in a bad mood—they beat him.
(Because he couldn’t abandon his parents’ bakery.)
(He couldn’t let the last piece of them disappear.)
After buying supplies for the bakery, Jiwon returned to the street.
But something felt wrong.
A loud, violent noise filled the air.
A massive machine was tearing through his house. His bakery. Even the neighboring buildings were shaking from it.
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(For a moment, his mind went blank.)
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(Then panic exploded inside him.)
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(He ran forward.)
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(loudly) Stop it...!!!
The machine halted briefly.
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Hey! If you want to die, go somewhere else!
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(breathing heavily) Why are you breaking my house? My bakery?!
Seo Jiwon (MC)
Stop it, or I... I’ll call the police!
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(The worker looked at him with annoyance.)
？？？
Don’t joke around, kid. This place has already been sold. A supermarket is being built here.
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(hesitantly) Sold…?
Seo Jiwon (MC)
What…? But I didn’t sell it…
(Before he could say more, his uncle and aunt stepped forward.)
MC's Uncle
Of course. Because it's not yours...
Seo Jiwon (MC)
But… it... It was in my name…
MC's Aunt
(His aunt smirked.)
MC's Aunt
Oh, silly boy. Have you forgotten? Eight years ago, you signed some papers... 😏
MC's Uncle
(laughing) It’s been ours ever since.
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(Jiwon felt the ground tilt beneath him.)
Seo Jiwon (MC)
No… no, that... That can’t be…
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(His breath became uneven. His chest hurt)
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(holding his tears) Please… please stop them. It’s the last thing my parents left me… please… Please Aunt...
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(Tears streamed down his face as he grabbed his aunt’s feet, begging)
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(begging) I... I’ll do anything. Please…
MC's Aunt
(She kicked him away like trash.)
MC's Aunt
(shouting) Don’t be stupid. This is our last chance to sell this shabby place.
MC's Uncle
(shouting) Yeah... Exactly, We tried before, but no one wanted it.
MC's Uncle
(laughing) Now the money is finally in our hands.
That word felt like a knife twisting inside Jiwon's heart.
His uncle shoved him. His aunt slapped him.
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(Jiwon lay on the ground, helpless, watching as the machine tore apart the bakery—)
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(The oven his father once stood in front of, laughing…)
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(The counter where his mother used to gently pat his head…)
The walls cracked.The signboard shattered.
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(Piece by piece, his memories were destroyed)
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(Something inside him broke too...)
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(He didn’t even feel the pain anymore)
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(Only emptiness...)
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(His vision blurred as dust filled the air)
And as the last part of the bakery collapsed, Jiwon’s body finally gave up.
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(He fainted—
from pain, from exhaustion…)
from a heart that could no longer endure being shattered again.
God knows how much time had passed.
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(His eyes slowly opened.)
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(The lights above him were blinding. His head throbbed, his body felt weak.)
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(He tried to move his hand—)
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(It wouldn’t move.)
Fully awake now, panic rushed through him. His legs were tied too. Thick rope bit into his skin.
He was wearing unfamiliar clothes—thin, revealing, nothing like what he would ever choose himself.
Cold air brushed against his exposed skin.
He wasn’t outside anymore. He wasn't home.
He was standing on an auction floor.
Bright white lights shone down on him like he was some kind of product on display.
Beside him, other boys stood tied the same way. Some were trembling. Some stared blankly ahead, already broken.
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(Jiwon tried to speak—)
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(Only to realize his mouth was tied as well.)
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(A muffled sound escaped him.)
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(Then he heard it.)
Cold, calculated voices calling out prices.
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(His heartbeat pounded violently in his ears as he forced himself to look down.)
Men in expensive suits filled the room—young and old. Calm. Composed. Observing.
Their eyes moved over him like he wasn’t a person. Like he was livestock. Like he was something to own.
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(Jiwon’s entire body began to shake uncontrollably)
Seo Jiwon (MC)
💭 This isn’t real...
Seo Jiwon (MC)
💭 This can’t be real...
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(His breathing became shallow. Each inhale felt like glass cutting his lungs)
To belong to someone else.
To lose even the right to decide where he goes, what happens to him.
A human being… priced like an object.
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(Tears streamed down his face, soaking the cloth at his mouth)
He had endured prison.
He had endured beatings.
He had endured hunger and humiliation.
This was the complete erasure of his existence...
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(His legs weakened beneath him...)
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(Then— His eyes landed on two familiar faces in the corner)
(The final truth shattered what little strength he had left)
Seo Jiwon (MC)
💭They sold me...
Seo Jiwon (MC)
💭Not just the bakery...
Seo Jiwon (MC)
💭Not just the house...
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(His chest tightened so painfully he thought he might stop breathing altogether)
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(The betrayal was heavier than fear)
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(He stopped struggling)
Under the blinding lights of the auction floor, Jiwon stood trembling—
a human being reduced to a number...
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(And for the first time in his life…)
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(He was truly terrified...)
Seo Jiwon (MC)
(Too much terrified...)
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