SWEET AND SOUR || Kim Taehyung

64 - Free To Go

Bryce kicked my clothes at me as he fastened himself up.

"I knew I would never have you in the end, so I just wanted to see what heaven felt like, just once, before my life crumbles."

I looked down at the fabric which was piled halfway up my lap as I sat on the cold floor, unable to move.

"I never knew my admiration for you would come to this, and i'm sorry, but I don't at all regret it."

He moved towards the light of the vent, taking something from his pocket as he did so.

Once reaching the door, he pulled it open slightly, peering his head outside.

The light of the corridor lit up his face, his terrifying, sweaty face and his cruel, selfish eyes.

My body shook looking at him, so I kept my head down.

"I also apologize for what i'm about to do, it's for my own good, Y/n, please understand that." He uttered, I saw his body walk past the light from the shadows which projected onto the floor in front of me, and that's when I realised.

Was he going to lock me in here..

He carefully shut the door and I got to my knees, pushing myself towards the light of the vent as the room became dark once more.

"No please don't!" I shouted, now managing to get to my feet and forcing my weakened legs to the door, collapsing onto it once I reached the wooden material.

The sound of a key turning inside of the lock filled the air, followed by the bangs I created by slamming my fist against the thick surface.

"Don't lock me in here! Please!" My voice cracked as I watched the shadows of his feet shuffle away.

Why couldn't have I been stronger in the first place.

What got into me.

What took over my body to the point where I found myself pleading this monster to stop, instead of forcing it on him. I had the capability of doing it, so how the fuck did I not manage to use my strength to stop him. Why would I use my words rather than my arms, my legs, I could have beaten him.

Was this how it felt, was this the result of being taken advantage of.

As soon as I knew what he wanted to do with me, my hope sort of disappeared, and I felt like an object.

I slid down the surface of the door, running my hands down it, my fingers bumping over the vent, the light barely showing through to illuminate my whole hand.

I held my breath, listening to my heart beat again to distract myself.

I held it for a total of 55 seconds before exhaling and repeating myself, seeing if I could hold it longer.

This time I held it for 40 seconds.

The next, 35.

Then 33.

Just whatever you do Y/n, don't think about anything, don't listen to any noises that you can still here repeating themselves, don't see any sights you foolishly opened your eyes to catch.

Don't slip into an attack in a space where nobody will be able to hear you.

I shivered again, this time from the cold.

Something that may keep my busy would be finding my clothes and dressing myself.

How long would it take to pull my tights backup my legs, past the stinging scratch marks, would I be dressed in time to take another breath, or would I have to hold it for even longer.