[ RE-WRITING ]
[ I am the original author of this story]
Taehyung, a curious and intelligent individual, sets out to explore the wonders of life and gains valuable insights through his passion for reading. However, he cannot predict the twists and t...
Sensitive sexual content ahead. Proceed with caution.
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The morning sun brought a vivid display of light and shadow to the world outside, teasing out twisted shapes and textured surfaces as it penetrated the night's veil. Yet within the walls of the unfamiliar room, Taehyung was met only with a dim light that failed to illuminate the true depths of the space around him.
The effects of the drugs had worn off, leaving him with a throbbing headache and a body full of aches and pains. As he slowly regained consciousness, he became aware of the smooth, silky texture of the mattress beneath his belly and felt his cheek pressed against it.
"Good morning, angel."
Unfamiliar words spilled from an unknown raspy male voice, chanting as he worked to bind him once again in a different position. Taehyung's skin prickled, and his eyes widened with growing dread.
What is happening?
He wished desperately that it was all just a nightmare, that he could escape to the comfort of his own bed and wake up, untainted by this strange and terrifying reality.
No, no, no! This can't be happening!
Panic surged up within him, though he knew it was powerless against whatever sick intentions his mysterious captor held.
It's just a nightmare! This is not true!
Taehyung was naked, sweating. The nightgown was long gone. With a feeble struggle, Taehyung tried to fight the restraints that held him in place while Jungkook worked to bind his elbows behind his back and fasten the ropes tightly around his wrists. Once the task was complete, Jungkook reached out with a rough grip, yanking the innocent angel sharply up by his hair on one side while gripping his waist tightly with the other hand.
"Ah!" The sudden jolt of pain was overwhelming, and Taehyung could feel the world reeling around him as his captor manhandled him into place. Fear and uncertainty tightened around his heart like a vice as thoughts of what could be to come ran rampant through his mind.
Taehyung found himself standing on his knees on the bed, his elbows tightly bound together behind his back. The uncomfortable position forced his shoulders back, arching his spine in a way that felt unnatural and twisted. He tried to steady himself, but every slight movement he made strained against the bindings and reminded him of his own helplessness.
Worse yet, the unusual positioning of his arms caused his chest to jut forward in an involuntary full display, something that made him feel exposed and vulnerable in ways he couldn't articulate. It was as if the ropes and knots were working to strip him bare of every barrier of dignity and pride until he was naked and defenseless before his captor. The thought made his heart race with both fear and humiliation, knowing that the coming moments would only bring more unspeakable horrors.
