She's Mine || BTS x ATEEZ

Chapter 2

Pounding, throbbing, and aching, my brain feels bruised. My mouth aches for moisture. My ears ring with a dull whistle, but I am awake. I reach out, pulling the blanket up to my chin, but there is no blanket. There is nothing. It hits me all at once.

"Where am I?" My voice is sandpaper. I open my eyes and am met with a wash of solid red. Red walls. Red floor. Red lights. Red room. 

"Where?" My head moves on a swivel, but my neck protests. I bring my fingers to my neck, wincing as they graze over the raw flesh. I remember it now. His arm was on my throat. The other people were so calm and carefree, like there wasn't someone literally strangling me. 

Now look at me. I'm locked in a weird room, probably in someone's sex dungeon, and no one will even know I'm missing. Mira. Wait. A spike of adrenaline hits me. Mira. She will notice when I'm not at work. She will get the police. I will be saved, but... it's Saturday. She won't open the shop again till Monday.

I could be dead by then, or at least traumatized beyond help. 

It's like an old friend: despair. I knew her after the wreck. She held my hand and rocked me to sleep. I almost find her presence comforting at this time because, even though I have never been in this situation before, I know her. I curl into her because everything else seems useless.

I take in the red. I breathe in the red air. I feel it reach the base of my lungs and release slowly.

I pull my knees to my chest and cry.

***

I wake up again. My eyes burn from exhaustion. My head is an endless mirror of my heartbeat, pumping slowly against my skull.

"She rises." There is a voice, but I don't have the energy to acknowledge it.

Get it over with. Beat me. Kill me. Just get it over with.

"She's quiet," the same voice says again.

"What do you want from me?" My voice is thin as wire. I sound like a child—small and frail. I have only seen this girl once before: after the wreck. The girl who feared the light. The girl who cringed at smiles and affection. It is amazing how quickly the mind falls back on its defense mechanisms. Numb the mind, and no one can hurt us.

"Look at me." His voice was a smooth velvet. It curled against my ears, caressing my stressed mind. Flowing over the folds and valleys like a wave of silk. Suddenly, my chest deflated, releasing a breath I didn't know I was holding. The numbness was replaced with stillness. It was soft and warm. It whispered sweet nothings and coaxed me from my cave. It held out a hand, and I grabbed it.

"That's a good girl," he purred. A chill ran up my spine, shooting tiny electric shocks over my skin. I was suddenly sitting up. My eyes immediately landed on the owner of the voice. I gulped down air like a runner after a race. My heart ran.

He squatted, his muscular thighs begging to rip free from his slacks. His eyes were dark and piercing. They raked over my soul with a single glance. I felt flayed open on display like a pig at a feast, ready to be devoured. Black curls curtained his eyes, revealing only glimpses. His full lips were pulled into a dangerous smirk. Perfect teeth glistening as he ran his tongue over them, then sucking her bottom lip into his mouth to chew on it softly. Collarbones peaked through his open collar, his shirt barely buttoned.

My eyes feasted as his did the same. He engorged on my mind while I lapped up his most shallow level. 

What are you doing?

"Stop!" the scream ripped from my throat. My body's final defense against whatever witchery was occurring. I was shaking. The veil fell. Reality came crushing in. The feelings of sultry desires washed away in the wake of consciousness.