|{Blood On The Corpse's Coffin}|•{(KNJ)}

{21}

The Basement

The young girl slowly woke up, batting her thick eyelashes to stable her vision. 

As she got her consciousness back, several feelings attacked her broken senses.

Coldness, stiffness, dizziness, sickness, loneliness.

She fully opened her doe eyes, staring at the cracked, dark ceiling. Her heartbeat unconsciously sped up as she looked around the unfamiliar place.

'That fucking Kim-' She couldn't believe he went as far as kidnapping her.

There were two small windows on the big wall in front of her. 

She could somehow manage to see the sunrays glowing in from between the bars, so she realized she had been unconscious for at least nine hours.

The walls were painted black, and it looked like the paint had cracked on a few spots, probably because it had been hit with something hard.

Her picked different scents. Some mossy smell mixed with wetness and blood.

'Wait- blood??'

The young girl hardly turned her neck around to get a glance of the floor. It seemed dark and wet as if someone had tried to wash it by pouring water.

Whoever washed that place, had defiantly not done a good job.

Her neck was hurting because she was tilting it at an uncomfortable angle, but it was worth getting some basic information about the unknown location.

She saw a metal chair in the middle of the spacious, dark room. It looked it had been thrown a few times. 

Only god knew what that chair has been through. 

There was also a worn out wooden table on the other side of the room with a sink beside it.

Kurai couldn't see what was on the table because she was lying in a metal bed.

'Wait, why the hell am I still lying on this cursive bed?' 

She moved her arms, trying to get up but instantly stopped as she heard the sound of metal and chains hitting each other.

She looked up and groaned loudly at the sight.

'Did they seriously handcuff me to this freaking bed??'

The agitated girl tried to pull herself up in a sitting position, but she realized she couldn't move.

Not even one bit.

They had also cuffed her legs to the bed.

Kurai groaned again as she aggressively tugged on the cuffs, trying to free herself.

The adrenaline was so high, she didn't realize she had made her wrists wounded by the sharp edge of the handcuffs.

When the tired girl finally stopped squirming and wriggling, she felt something wet on her wrists.

She looked up, and only got even more pissed as she saw a red liquid oozing out of her wrists.

The young girl cursed and screamed as the whispers started filling up her head once again. 

She had no idea where she was, why she was there, and what they wanted from her.

She didn't understand anything of her situation.

Her brain wasn't working properly and the girl was yearning for her pills.

She was a screaming mess.