Till Death Do Us Part ||Taekook||

Chapter #60 Damsel

I woke up to the sound of my slowed heartbeat. My eyes fluttered open, my head still pounding; I saw nothing but muffled black. A piece of cloth was lodged down my throat, another tied around my mouth to hold it in place. My brain flooded with thoughts of disbelief. 

There's no fucking way I was truly taken hostage, it simply wasn't a scenario that I had even considered being a possibility. I tried to move my wrists, but they were tightly bonded together with what felt like a thin rubber cord. My ankles were tied to different legs of the chair. Every time I squirmed the cord would dig deeper into my skin.

I sucked in a stiffened breath of panic. With the obstruction in my throat, the inhale was cut short, causing me to stifle a muffled cough. I tried to suck in once more, but still, I couldn't get a full breath. Panic caused me to begin to choke. My legs squirmed, my knees teetered in attempt to loosen my ankles. My breaths became more panicked and shallow until I entered a pure state of suffocation. I tried to calm myself down, but with the inability to take a single deep breath, it was an incredibly difficult task.

I heard a door click open before a few taps echoed off the wall.

"Alright you pathetic prick, give me a second." An unfamiliar voice uttered. My chest raised and fell in waves of hyperventilation. Muffled groans and moans of panic were added to my wheezing and gagging. A rather appealing sight. My vision was blinded as the bag was suddenly ripped off my head. I squeezed my eyes shut, the sting from the bright lights forcing tears from the corners.

A rough hand gripped my jaw, a cold blade pressed against my cheek before the rope tied around my mouth loosened. The man dug his fingers in my mouth, ripping the cloth from my throat. I gasped and wheezed as I inhaled as much oxygen as I could muster. I blinked my eyes, the blurry smears of color began to take uniformed shapes. I squinted up at the man. He wore a black ski mask, the small slivers of skin I could see were painted red to mask his skin color. With his eyes still visible, I could tell he was smiling by the way the corners wrinkled.

"Morning, sleeping beauty. We've got a busy day ahead of us."

I attempted to speak but the only thing that left my lips was a faint rasp. His eyes narrowed.

"That's a problem. We can't have you losing your voice at a time like this."

He grabbed my jaw, his grip bruising.

"Speak." He spat. Without thinking, my impulse bled to the surface. The corners of my mouth raised into a sleazy grin. I produced pathetic hiccups as I chuckled lowly. His eyes darkened.

"What could you possibly find so amusing?" He slurred, his voice deep. I inhaled a few more strangled breaths, preparing for whatever noises I could muster.

"You're so fucked." I laughed. His eyebrow raised.

"Yeah? What's that supposed to mean?"

"Do you have any idea who I'm married to?" I smiled bitterly. He smirked.

"Oh-" He leaned in closer.

"-you mean the feral trigger-happy bastard you have back home? Oh yeah, we're well aware. We're actually counting on his insanity, so I sure hope you're enough to ignite a sense of retaliation."

My lips slowly fell, my eyes searching his masked face for answers. He released my jaw and paced into the open room. I glanced around at what looked like an unfurnished hotel room.

"I am still worried however, that he'll be rather uninterested in saving your life. We were hoping your recent public appearances would put a price on your head, some type of pressure or value in keeping you alive. We'll just have to see, won't we." He smiled. My breaths grew shallow. I was in a room without any windows so guessing where I ended up would be a waste of my time. I leaned forward with a snarky grin.