Carry me pt 2 (Saeran x MC)
Fandom: Mystic Messenger
Pairing: Saeran/MC -you
Rating : M
Warnings: Mentions of abuse (nothing graphic!)
Summary: AU where all of the RFA are completely obsessed with MC the princess of the story, they become so very obsessed with her that they keep her in a golden cage. The RFA is the bad guy and the MC is tormented by each and every one in the RFA. Until her prince comes and saves her. Or at least tries to. This part is MC’s POV and her experiences, how she deals with the whole situation.
Author’s Notes: So, I know that most of you have been waiting for this update, I truly hope you like it. There are some mentions of abuse, but there is nothing too graphic. The second part was slightly harder to write, since I had to type it on my phone and it was really stressful! But hopefully you do like it! I will post the 3rd part tomorrow! It will be Saerans POV! (*•̀ᴗ•́*)و ̑̑
After I had to say goodbye to my only chance of being free, I knew exactly what was coming. It was him, who came in, the reason my prince had to leave so soon. After being locked in this cage, I was able to distinguish all of their steps from each other. Yoosung would normally run towards me, he always was out of breath and couldn’t wait until he could be near me. At first I found it adorable, at first it did seem like he couldn’t await the moment when he could be close to me. But after a while I knew what truthful motives hid behind those cute eyes. He was always out of breath and he always NEEDED me, he always tried to erase any marks any other of them left behind. He would yell at no one in particular “How dare they, how dare they make you so ugly.” I was ugly in his eyes, for each and every one of them used me in different ways. There never was a day when one of them wouldn’t do something with me.
Yoosung became intense over time, since his loss of Rika, he feared that he would lose me too. So no wonder he agreed to the cage. Since it was the only thing that could keep me in one spot and not let anyone else have me. He had his dark side, which would unleash itself at times. His dark side, it loved me more than any other of them. It loved me so much it tried to engulf me. It tried to keep me in darkness so that we would be together. His eyes looked crazed, but there was so much love behind them, it suffocated me. The words the dark Yoosung would whisper, were sweet promises of release, how in this world, there was no one who would know how to love me. How I was too much for one person to love. How magnificent I was and how only he and he meant oonly he – the dark Yoosung could even grasp to love me. You might think he made love to me like a beast? No, dark Yoosung was gentle, dark Yoosung cried as he loved me. He hated how he couldn’t control himself at times and would hurt me and then hurt himself. He hated how he promised to love me, but he couldn’t, because he was but a small part of the real Yoosung. The real one who tried to see me, but only saw Rika, the real Yoosung – who was rough and made the dark one cry. The real Yoosung who hated so many things about this arrangement. He hated how when he would visit, Zen or Jumin would leave their marks on me. How I was never truly his or theirs. Though sharing was a problem, he soon obliged and agreed to it. If this was the only way for him to have me, so be it. Even if it would break him every time he thought of any of them having me, touching me, kissing me. He would much rather have me like this in a secluded area in a cage, where he could come and take me if it were his wish. Where I never could say no. I couldn’t, I lost all of my strength to fight. As Yoosung visited, I was always dressed in bright colored dresses, my hair would fall loosely and in waves down my shoulders. He always wanted to play board games, make me coffee and cook together. But it seemed he got mad at how I looked at him, my look was full of pity as he explained how he missed Rika and wished I would turn into her. That angered him so much, that in his anger he chose to break my leg. After he stopped hiting me, after I was lying motionless on the floor the dark Yoosung chose to come out. It was always like this, as if they made an agreement “the sweet one” would hurt me and pretend to be the good boy, whereas the dark one would patch me back up. It made me delirious and anxious, because you never know, which one will be the one to hurt you. But at least for now, he was forbidden to see me. Jumin would probably never let him visit me again, after he broke my leg.
When Zen came to visit, those were the times I was scared the most, because he seemed so normal, so composed and oh so lovely. His sweet words would try and cover the bruises and the mean words from the other day any of them would make. Those words, as sweet as they were, they were venom to my body. It hurt to look at him, at how perfect he was and how perfect he wanted me to be. How I was to always look beautiful, like a princess befitting of such a prince. It was horrible how possessive he actually was. How he hated to share, how he hated the mere thought of Jumin making love to me. And how Jumin would tease him with marking my skin everywhere he could think of. So when Zen tried to make love to me it was mostly him pounding himself inside of me, over and over and over again. He was a beast, when he “made love” his rationality would leave him. His touches were rough and aggressive, he didn’t mind if I bled, he didn’t mind if my body turned blue – as long as his knuckles turned white. He was always on top and I on the ground. He said, he loved seeing me beneath him, how I became a mess but was still beautiful. He loved how my hair was splayed around me like a halo, but at the same time my neck was covered in bruises, which his hands made. He was the roughest of them all. He never loved me. He craved me. He carved himself deep inside of me.
When Jaehee visited, her steps were careful and slow, but she did come inside with a certain amount of anger. She was kind at first, she let me believe that she would never hurt me, that she was there for me and only me. That I only needed to be there for her and listen. But at times, when she was frustrated with herself she would grasp my hair and pull it, she would hold my head and scream at me, she would make me eat from the floor. But mostly she would make me just sit there in front of her naked, while she would just stare. She wanted me, but she feared what would become of her, could she even face herself with loving a woman. And then, when she was so angry with herself and her situation at work, she would slap my skin and as it turned from red to blue, she would kiss it and then just leave me be.
I hated it. I hated it when they would visit me, I hated it how the maids would dress me for them. How I was a different person for each of them. I hated how the doctor would always do checkups on me and would never save me. I seemed healthy enough, he said. He admired how strong my body and will were, he would always leer at my body and made me hate myself. I was an experiment it seemed. “For how long can a mere human body last?” I hated how the maids enjoyed playing dolls with me, how they would roughly wash me and make me feel like dirt. All the while placing me in my seat, where I was to sit as a doll in waiting for the next one.
The next one who would visit, would walk slowly but if you listened you could hear his breathing, which was deep and feral. He could hardly hold back at times. When he came, they dressed me in white, my hair would fall loose and I was to wear no shoes. I was to sit still, quietly and in one place. If he would wish for it at times, he would make me sing, play the piano, whatever he wished for I did in silence and calmly. That is how he liked it – me looking like a doll that did as he wished. He wanted to see me pure and angelic. But the pure me was long gone. After so many times of being hurt and broken, after so many times of wishing it would be over – the pure heart was hidden deep in a shell of ice. But he held on so tightly to that last inkling that was left behind on the surface. I heard him open the gate of the cage, I heard him say something to the maids that left my side and then he stepped inside and walked towards me. Out of all of them, he was the one I feared the least. But I assure you, he was a frightening sight to behold.
His eyes were filled with craze, passion and a hint of love. This man, the man I thought I would be able to love, turned into something akin to a monster. His love was almost like poison, though it did leave a sweet aftertaste. Because of that sweetness, I could not hate him. He bowed down, just like he always would, he reached out to my legs and wanted to kiss them, but I shook my head – I needed to let him know that they were broken. “J-Jumin.” I tried to say his name, but it pained me to speak. I wonder why, when – as I spoke with my prince it never hurt.
“Fear not my sweet canary, I already know, what has happened to your lovely legs. Ah, you remind me of all the beautiful birds my father used to own, behind beautiful and intricate cages, their wings clipped – so that they would not fly away, they used to sing in the beginning; they sang such lovely tunes. But after a while, they all died of loneliness. For no matter how beautiful a creature is, the most lovely it can only be, once it is set free.” As he finished, he gently put one of my legs on top of his knee; while he was on the floor crouching down. With his hands he gently went over them and then as I expected it the least, he took hold of my leg and grabbed it with such sheer force I had to squeal out.
“Though my rationality tells me to free you, to let you go. To see how beautiful you can be once you love me truly – I cannot. I am far too afraid, I am so terrified that you will leave me behind. I don’t want to lose the only thing I care to live for. You understand don’t you? You are safe here, well mostly safe. I I will make sure, Zen and Yoosung will be punished for breaking your legs, I promise that it will not happen again, I will protect you. Please, please, promise me, that you won’t leave me.”
Then he laid his head on my lap and cried, he often would just be there talk to me, beg me to stay and cry. As he did, I would stroke his hair and sing to him.
It hurt so deeply, how he controlled me, how much his weakness had an effect on me. How I tried not to fall into the darkness with him. But when you see – the one you loved fall so quickly, you try to grasp their hand, you try to save them. And though I wish to be free, I also wish this for this broken prince.
Maybe when I am finally free and saved, I will save all of them from themselves.
As the broken prince slept on my lap, I couldn’t help but think of my shining prince. The one that tried to be a knight, the one that was so utterly beautiful that my heart just wanted to be with him.
All of them told me countless times to save them, to be there for them, to show them the light that is within me. So as I could not save all of them, their chants of “save me” turned to “hate me”.
I made countless promises of never letting them go, of staying and not complaining. I promised HIM, that I would endure. The wizard assured me, that I didn’t need to make any promises to HIM, that if it were to become too much, that he would send help that he would free me. But as I became human and as all the emotions, which were sleeping in me awoke – they just were too much to handle and I couldn’t help but try to save them all, I couldn’t help but be kind to all of them. So no wonder I made promises that were painful to keep.
Ah, it is as though I can hear HIS words again.
“You need to stay here for them. Promise me, you will never let us go. You can hate me for all they do. If they break you, you can hate on me but promise me you won’t let us go.”
That annoying carrot top, but he appeared in so much pain, all I could do was nod.
I only hope my prince is safe and sound. Maybe soon, we will be together? Maybe soon, we will both fly together under the blue sky?
Sadly, I didn’t know, that my lovely prince was in danger, for the person that stopped him turned out to be his greatest enemy. Someone who used to be his other half. Someone who promised him the blue sky, but all my prince received was pain, torture and tears. This someone was the same person, which kept me inside this golden cage.
No other than his brother, the Gatekeeper 707.