My Phycopath Husband: Cursed Roses Of The Dead

season 2 chapter 1.

Okay this will be just a continuation, and this is from the previous chapter so.....

He hesitantly walked upstairs. Nothing else makes him more scared then that room. Anything else BUT that dark room.

He could still picture the woman on the chair, chained, begging him to let her free. He could still hear her nails scratching the wooden floor.

The desperate pleas of a woman trapped inside. Her screams are piercing and her fingernails are shredding the wooden floorboards. She begs to be freed. He opend the door there was nothing he could see through the door, just darkness. The woman's pleas are haunting and it makes his skin crawl.

His eyes get dark and his face resorts back to being cold and intimidating. He grabs a hammer and a few wooden boards. Taehyung stands facing a wooden door. In his hands he holds a hammer and a few wooden boards. His expression is one of anger and frustration as he begins to nail the boards to the door, sealing it permanently. The scene is somber and silent except the sound of the hammer strikes.

He took the last nail and hammered it in, his mind still echos of the woman's screams in there. She's banging on the door with her pregnant belly begging to let her out. Her once bueatiful body covered in dust and dirt, with her own sweat. Her bueatiful hair was tangled and a mess, her bueatuful white dress ripped here and there.

The woman's stomach churned and heaved, the tightness around her abdomen unbearable. She tried to scream, but no sound would escape her parched throat. The room was pitch black, not even a sliver of light penetrating the thick wooden planks that sealed her in. All she could hear were the heavy footsteps outside, the muffled voices speaking in hushed tones.

She slowly fell weaker, she knew her husband locked her up to die, otherwise he would have have her some food or at least some water. Time passed slowly in the suffocating darkness, the woman's fear growing with each passing minute. Her baby moved within her, a tiny kick that reminded her she was not alone. She held onto that thought, using it as a lifeline to keep her going.

But as days went by, without food or water. Her situation became more dire. She had been left with barely any nutrition or hydration, and her body was slowly failing her. Despite the harsh conditions, she refused to give up hope, focusing all her energy on one thing: surviving.

More days passed and her brain was fuzzy, she couldn't think anymore. She gave up, all that kept her company was her baby inside her tummy, but the movements of the baby wasn't as playfull or continuous as before, it was almost like it only kicked so it could remind its mother he was still alive.

The baby in her tummy began to grow weaker and weaker as days passed by. Eventually, the baby's heart stopped beating. She felt an immense pain in her stomach and realized that her baby had died.

The mother felt a sharp pain in her stomach, like a knife piercing through her very being. Her heart stopped for a moment as she realized what had happened—her baby was gone. The loss was overwhelming, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. With each passing day, the mother's body grew weaker and weaker. She had nothing left to give, but she still fought on. The pain of losing her child was almost too much to bear.

She tried to crawl all the way to the door that was locked, leaving a trail of blood from her stomach. She tried banging on it to let her husband know that their baby died but there wasn't any response. With each passing day, the mother's body grew weaker and weaker. She had nothing left to give, but she still fought on. The pain of losing her child was almost too much to bear.

In her delirium, she imagined holding her child close again, feeling the warmth of their tiny body against hers. She pictured their perfect little face, and the soft cooing sounds they used to make when they were content. As she weakened further, she began to hallucinate. She saw her baby again, smiling and reaching out to her. She heard the child's laughter echoing in her ears, as if they were truly there.

The memory of her child gave her the strength to carry on. Despite the excruciating pain and the overwhelming sadness, she knew that she had to survive. She had to keep living, for her baby. So she fought, day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute... until she rot in there with no love, no food, no water, no care.

Taehyung teared up. He placed his forehead against the door "I'm sorry" he whispered "I love you, you're all i ever think about" he pulled on the boards making sure they were sealed tightly and walked away, with the woman's echo still in his ears begging him to stay with her and her passes child, begging him to help her.