Wrong love | Minsung {Discontinued}

10 - Nightmares

⚠️|Kidnapping, Abuse, Psychotic, Nightmares, Starvation

-Jisung-

I felt the familiar cold metal wrap around my wrists and lock shut "You shouldn't have tried to escape me, Jisung " I could barely hear him because he was whispering but I heard the last word loud and clear. He had never called me by my name before, he would always call me sweet names, so hearing this caught me slightly off guard. Suddenly I was knocked out of my thoughts as he tightened his grip on my wrists where the handcuffs were, he ushered me up the stairs and I obeyed

He opened the door, and he pushed me onto the floor of the room, because my hands were cuffed, I couldn't brace myself, so I just helplessly flopped onto the floor. I looked up towards him and saw the rage burning in his eyes. "L-listen, I'm sorry, okay? Please M-Minho!" He looked at me and the rage in his eyes grew more evident as he continued to stare.

He closed the door behind him and slowly walked closer to me "What makes you think you can call me MINHO after what you just did." He looked at me with a cold expression and a cold tone as he spoke. "I-I'm sorry, sir. I'll call you sir! Just please don't hurt me" He chuckled at my reaction and crouched down and got close to my face. "You know, I think those actions deserve a punishment." He grabbed my face harshly and forced me to look into his eyes "Are you excited for your first punishment, darling?"

He chuckled as my face went pale, what did he mean by punishment... I gulped and he stood up. He suddenly kicked my stomach, and I coughed on impact, he then walked out and left me to the room, in complete darkness. The punishment was going to be extreme, and I knew that for a fact...

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I believe it's been four days now since I've seen Minho. I can tell when it hits nighttime because the room gets slightly darker. This punishment has been very extreme, I haven't had food, water, movement, or basic human interaction in four days. I keep wondering when he'll come back but there's no sign of life outside of this room anymore.

I felt defeated so I just tried to fall asleep again and hoped that when I woke up, I wouldn't be stuck in this room for any longer... My eyelids got heavy, and I rested my head on the wall while I tried to get comfortable even though it was basically impossible due to the cuffs. Everything went black as I dozed off

The room around me was full of people, there were ideas and talent everywhere I turned. People were drawing, writing, singing, dancing. The whole room was crowded with people with the potential to become famous

I looked around and spotted a boy painting, the art seemed to flow from his fingertips onto the blank canvas. He looked like he was created new life by the flow of his wrists. I continued to look around and it seemed like ideas in the room were sparking up like fireworks.

I walked into another room, and it was almost silent except for the heavy scribbling of pencils on the pages. I looked down and it seemed like people were writing songs. It was something I always wanted to do, but couldn't succeed in.

I looked down at some beautiful lyrics a small frail boy was writing, he turned around to face me and my heart stopped. It was me? I immediately ran out of the room, something about that felt so strange. I brushed it off and continued walking. I saw a well-built man dancing in the corner of the room.

I walked over and watched as his body flowed with the music like an ocean, I turned around and saw the same boy from before still facing away into the painting. The talent flowed in the room as I turned back to the dancing boy.

He turned around and I saw him. Minho. "Hey sweetie, enjoying your punishment?" What was happening! I fell onto the floor in fear, and he started walking closer to me slowly as I tried to crawl away. I continued moving away and shaking my head when I ran into someone behind me.

I looked up to see the painter from before, he turned around and looked at me with a psychotic smirk. Dae. Why were they both here? I screamed before I stood up and began running, I ran far away at full speed out of the building.

I ran with the wind flowing through my hair, I haven't felt that feeling in ages, I felt free of some sorts but that soon ended when someone grabbed me and turned me around. Minho stared at me with a smile, behind him were all my friends from the café.

"Don't run from me, or you'll regret it." I struggled in his grasp as I tried to pull away. I screamed out to my friends but none of them moved an inch. I looked back at Minho, and he smirked before hitting me on the head and everything went black.

I woke up in a cold sweat and a headache punching my forehead. Tears were flowing from my eyes, and I felt weak, I felt helpless like I could never escape. And at this point I was starting to doubt the idea of freedom 

A/N: I wrote a short poem like story like two years ago and it made me want to write some stuff into here, it was about art, and dance so i used this chapter to incorporate that along with my poem of fear that i made after it. So this chapter actually means a lot to me (By the way this is NOT meant to be a poem, just used inspiration 😭) Also, thank you if you've read this at all, it means everything to me.

1012 words!! (My first chapter past 1000!!)