SMILE: A Terrible Night.

Bloody, Kim Taehyung.

Chapter 8: (Scarlet's POV)

He pushed me against the wall with a force that knocked the breath out of me. My head spun from the impact, but my fear kept me alert. His hands gripped my shoulders tightly, pinning me in place. I tried to turn my face away, but he grabbed my chin and forced me to look into his eyes.

Scarlet: Let me go!

I shouted, my voice breaking. But he just smiled that same sinister smile, his eyes boring into mine. His face finally came into view, and my heart sank. It was Kim Taehyung, the man who had been haunting me. The man whose smile had been the source of my nightmares.

Scarlet: No, it can't be...

I whispered, my voice trembling. His expression remained cold, calculating, as if he was savoring every moment of my terror. The rain outside pounded against the windows, the sound echoing in the silent room.

Taehyung: Oh, but it is, Princess.

He said, his voice dripping with mockery. My body trembled, my mind racing with a thousand thoughts. How did he find me? Why was he doing this? I tried to look away, but his grip tightened, forcing me to meet his gaze.

Scarlet: Why are you doing this?

I managed to ask, my voice barely above a whisper. He chuckled softly, his eyes glinting with a sadistic pleasure.

Taehyung: Because I can. Because it's fun. And because, Princess, you belong to me now.

His words sent a chill down my spine. I struggled against his grip, but he was too strong. His eyes held a dark, menacing glint that made my blood run cold. The rain outside seemed to be getting heavier, the storm mirroring the chaos inside my mind.

Scarlet: Please, let me go.

I pleaded, tears streaming down my face. His smile widened, and he leaned in closer, his breath hot against my skin.

Taehyung: You're not going anywhere, Scarlet. This is just the beginning.

His words echoed in my mind, filling me with a sense of dread that I couldn't shake. I knew then that I was trapped, at his mercy, with no way out. The room felt colder, the shadows closing in around me. I closed my eyes, praying for a miracle, for someone to save me from this nightmare.

But deep down, I knew I had to find the strength within myself to fight back, to survive. I couldn't let him break me. I couldn't let him win.

Scarlet: I won't let you destroy me.

Taehyung: We'll see about that.

He said, his voice was low and dangerous. He released his grip on my shoulders, but the threat in his eyes remained.

Scarlet: You're so filthy Taehyung.

I whispered, more to myself than to him. His eyes narrowed, a flicker of anger crossing his face.

Taehyung: Hm, sure?

His hand slid to my waist, pulling me closer to him, his touch sending a shiver down my spine.

Taehyung: How should I kill you, Your Highness?

His words were laced with dark amusement, as if he was relishing in the fear he was instilling in me. I felt his grip tighten, and I knew this was no idle threat. He was playing a twisted game, and I was his pawn.

Scarlet: Please...

I started, but he cut me off, his grip on my waist becoming almost painful.

Taehyung: Should I strangle you? Or maybe push you down the stairs? How about drowning you in the bathtub? Burning you alive ? Pushing your from the roof ?

He listed the options with a sickening nonchalance, as if he were discussing the weather. My heart pounded in my chest, my mind racing for a way out. Then, his eyes lit up with a cruel realization.

Taehyung: But where's the fun in that? No, let's play a game first.

He said, a twisted smile spreading across his face. I could see the excitement in his eyes, the sadistic pleasure he derived from my terror. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my skin.

Taehyung: I'll give you a head start, Princess. Let's see if you can make it out alive. Tonight.

He released his grip on my waist and took a step back, his eyes never leaving mine. I could feel the adrenaline surging through my veins, my fight-or-flight instinct kicking in. I knew I had to take this chance, to use whatever time he was giving me to find a way out.

Scarlet: What kind of game?

I asked, my voice shaking but trying to sound braver than I felt. He chuckled softly, his eyes glinting with dark amusement.

Taehyung: A simple one. You run, and I chase. If you make it out of the house to the police station, you win. If not... well, you can imagine the rest.

My heart sank, but I nodded, knowing this might be my only chance. He gestured towards the door with a mocking bow. But before I could take another step, he was on me, his grip was tight and sudden, as he quickly made me face himself, as he pulled me back towards him.

Taehyung: Not so fast, Princess.

His voice was a dangerous whisper, sending a shiver down my spine. Before I could react, his lips crashed against mine, the kiss forceful and possessive. I felt a surge of anger and disgust, my body recoiling at his touch. I tried to push him away, my hands pounding against his chest, but it was no use. His grip was like iron, holding me in place, his kiss a twisted claim of dominance.

I hated him with every fiber of my being. The violation, the terror he had inflicted on me, all culminated in that moment. I struggled harder, my breath coming in short, furious gasps as I tried to break free. But my efforts only seemed to amuse him, his grip tightening as he deepened the kiss, his control over me absolute.

Finally, he pulled back, a cruel smile playing on his lips. His eyes bore into mine.

Taehyung: Remember, Scarlet. You're mine now.

I glared at him, my hatred burning bright, but I knew I had to bide my time. He might have the upper hand now, but I would find a way to escape. I had to.

Taehyung: Run, Your Highness. Your time starts now.

Without a second thought, I turned and bolted towards the nearest exit, my mind racing for a plan. I could hear his laughter echoing behind me. I tried to open the knob but it wouldn't open ! Shit. He started talking steps towards me.

Taehyung: Do you ever wonder what it feels like to hold someone's fate in your hands? I don't see myself as a killer; I see myself as an artist of the macabre.