Amore Vendetta (Taekook)

Stripped from Dignity

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Taehyung slowly awoke, his consciousness gradually returning to him. However, his awakening was far from comforting. The familiar, oppressive darkness of the storage room surrounded him, and the cold, concrete floor felt just as unforgiving as ever. He tried to uncurl himself from the fetal position, but something was terribly wrong.

As he moved, Taehyung became acutely aware of the frigid air brushing against every inch of his body. Panic seized him as he realized that he was not only in the same nightmarish place but was also utterly exposed. He was naked.

The absence of light in the room amplified his vulnerability. Taehyung's hands shook as he reached out in the pitch-black void, searching for any clue, any piece of clothing to cover himself. But his desperate quest only led to the painful realization that he was completely and humiliatingly exposed.

Taehyung's heart raced in his chest as fear gripped him. He couldn't see his own body, but he could feel every shiver that ran through him. The concrete floor beneath him was rough and unyielding, but the icy touch of it made the discomfort unbearable.

He trembled, not only from the cold but from the emotional torment of his situation. Tears welled up in his eyes as he longed for the light to return, for some semblance of safety. His mind was overwhelmed with confusion and distress, and he could do nothing but curl up, trying to preserve whatever dignity he had left. The shadows closed in on him, and he clung to the hope that someone would come and will save him,

In the unending darkness, Taehyung's fear was like a living entity, wrapping itself around him, constricting his very breath. He had always been apprehensive of the dark, ever since he was a child. He had spent countless nights with a nightlight, unable to sleep without the comforting glow that chased away the shadows. Now, he was trapped in a place void of any light, and it felt like his deepest childhood nightmare had come to life.

The cold, clammy air seemed to seep into his very bones, and the unforgiving floor dug into his skin. But it was the darkness that terrified him the most. It was oppressive, suffocating, and it whispered horrors in the recesses of his mind. Every sound, every creak or distant echo, amplified his dread.

He had never felt so utterly alone and vulnerable. Naked and exposed, he couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, though he knew he was alone. His breaths were shallow, and his heart pounded in his chest like a drumbeat, the only evidence that he was still alive.

Taehyung curled into himself, his body quaking as he hugged his knees close to his chest. He couldn't see them, but he could feel his scars, physical and emotional, and they seemed to burn in the cold. Tears started flowing from his eyes, hot and desperate, as he yearned for a shred of light, a sign of salvation.

Desperation clawed at him, and he wanted to scream, to escape the oppressive darkness that threatened to consume him. But he couldn't bring himself to make a sound; the silence was his only defense. It was as if the darkness had stolen his voice, leaving him mute and paralyzed.

Each passing moment felt like an eternity. He had no sense of time, no idea how long he had been trapped here. All he knew was the unending fear, the darkness that was both his captor and his torturer.

Taehyung's mind raced, memories of better days flashed before him, and he clung to them as if they were a lifeline. He remembered the warmth of the sun on his skin, the laughter of his friends, and the comforting embrace of his family. But these memories were fading, slipping away into the abyss of despair.

He whispered into the void, his voice trembling, "Someone, please help me. Get me out of here." But his pleas dissolved into the darkness, unheard, unanswered. Taehyung was alone in this suffocating abyss, and his dread seemed infinite.