Prayed for... [bts_ot7]

Haunt [22]:

"want to talk about it?"

"I was nine years old when one day my father came back to home breathing heavily. He came running to me to hide me somewhere but still he wasn't early enough. King's guard came rushing inside our house breaking the door. My mother was too running towards me to hold me and run but she couldn't reach me. Two guards held my both arms. My father was yelling to leave me alone. He was crying. My mother was wailing to come close to me. I started thrashing in their hold to console my parents but they hoisted me up and I struggled in vain. When my father was able to shake their hold he tried to run towards me but he halted and fell on the ground when a vase was broken on his head. My mother screamed seeing the gushing out blood from his head but her scream was also cut short because they cut through her neck. I cried loud to go to them but they muffled down my scream pressing hands on my mouth. After that evening I never saw light or sky. I was kept in the lock up -- chained. Both my arms and legs were heavily chained. (he looks at his own hands). I was in far corner of the cell. My chain was short. I never could come close to the bar. Only places I could move were the pot of water and the hole which could be named as toilet. I was starved. I was given food only twice a week. I was beaten up everyday till I passed out. I remember filling my stomach with water because it used to pain in hunger. They used to bind the dry bread in paper and they would throw them from outside of the cell and I would run to get the paper like a dog. (chuckles broken). It went on for two years. When I turned eleven one day queen came down. She dismissed all the guards from the cell. She stripped herself of all her cloths then removed my torn pant and started pumping my dick. I didn't know what was going on with my body it was paining. I thrashed in the chain hold to get away but she was strong and I was week in hunger I barely could open my eyes but still I tried. Trust me I did. She pushed herself on me and rode. It was just start. When my dick refused to respond-dead she used to force down some bitter herb and it would get hard enough for her to gain orgasm. She used to sit on my mouth and tried to find orgasm but it was suffocating. I was dying under the weight and the disgusting smell but she used have fun by my gasping to gain even a bit of breath. I remember vomiting when she would stand up away from my mouth. I remember lying in my waste. (gulps to get a hold over himself because Taehyung is crying behind him)

She always would get fully naked. I don't know what she thought. Maybe she thought seeing her naked body I would enjoy her touch but it used to burn. Rather her naked skin chased me in my nightmares and it still chases me in my nightmare. I preferred seeing ghost and death before my eyes than her skin. (sobs) I still can't see skin and not freak out. It's been one year I am out of hell hole but (turns back and looks at Nasya) why it feels like I am still not out? Why can't I heal? Why can't I touch you? I love you so much then why?" his red shot eyes are flowing tears down. Nasya comes closer shaking her head, "who said you didn't heal? You healed so much. You did so good. You are getting out of your nightmare. Yes slowly but surely. It's only been a year. Years of struggle, pain and scares can't be healed in one year sweet pie and it's no bad news. It takes time. So take your time. Who said you can't touch me. You touched me. We had our moment didn't we?" she wipes his tears and places a tender kiss on his forehead.

"yes we did but you were hidden behind cloths I barely could touch your skin. I want to touch your skin. I want to love you. I want to make love to you too. (hugs her) when I heard last night I felt numb. Because I wanted to be with you like that too but I can't make myself get close to you. I don't want distance between us. I fell for the first time and for the true time and I want to lose myself in you (hides himself in her neck as he cries out)"