Tortured Love [TK]

THIRTEEN

Jungkook's eyes slowly open, and all the thing he could see was a blinding white light. His head hurts , and every part of his body cry in pain as like he had been torn burtually apart and stitched all back together. As his vision get cleared, he realized he was lying on a cold metal unknown table in an unfamiliar, nasty room. Everything was just ugly white-walls, ceiling, tables ,cabinet , curtains even the sheets beneath him-and the air was filled with the sharp scent of awful medicins . The cold thick atmosphere sent a shiver of horror through him.

As he tried to move, panic get through him-his arms and legs were tightly tied form the thick straps, trapping him in place. Fear filled in his chest as he pulled against the restraints, but they didn't even budge.

"Is anybody's there?" His voice came out weak and shaky, the echo bouncing off the walls of the uncomfortable silent room. But there was no response. The silence was suffocating, increasing his terror.

The door to the room slowly creaked open slowly, and a man in a white coat entered, his face fully expressionless. He moved with a cold, calculated calm that made Jungkook's blood run cold. This man was no ordinary doctor-there was something sinister in his eyes, something that just promised pain so much pain .

Jungkook's heart raced fastly as the man picked up a syringe from a nearby tray, the thick clear liquid inside it glinting ominously under the harsh lights. Jungkook's breath trapped in his throat. "No... please..." he begged, his voice shiver as he struggled against the restraints with all his might. But it was no use-the thing he was feeling is just completely helpless and pathetic .

The man didn't even say a word. He simply approached, his footsteps echoing in all over the room like the ticking of a old wall clock, counting down the seconds until something terrible happened. He grabbed harshly Jungkook's arm with a grip that was firm and unyielding, and Jungkook's heart pounded so wildly in his chest. He tried to jerk his arm away from his whole strength but no use the man's hold was much too strong.

The needle pierced his skin, and a cold, burning sensation spread through his veins as the liquid was injected into his bloodstream. Jungkook's eyes widened with fear as he realized what was happening. "No... no, please...!" he cried out, but his voice was weak, fading as the drug took completely hold.

His vision slowly blurred, and a heavy drowsiness began to pull him under control. He fought his best to stay awake, to resist from his whole strength to the overwhelming urge to close his eyes, but it was like trying to swim against a powerful current. The last thing he saw was the man's emotionless face before everything went completely dark.

Jungkook's last thoughts were filled with fear , terror and helplessness, the image of the cold, white room burned into his mind as he slipped into deep unconsciousness, not knowing if he would ever wake up again or not .

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When Jungkook awoke, the medicines scent of antiseptic hit him first. His body felt heavy, almost numb, as though weighed down by an invisible force. Slowly, his eyes fluttered open, and he found himself in a room filled with the soft beeping of unknown machines. He was lying in a hospital bed, wires and tubes connected to him, their presence foreign and terrifying which increse his heart rate .

His breath quickened as he tried to sit up, but a sharp pain in his head forced him to collapse back onto the pillow. Panic surged through him as he reached up with a trembling hand, touching the bandages wrapped tightly around his head.

Something was wrong-terribly wrong.

His heart pounded in his chest as he turned his head slightly, catching a glimpse of his reflection in the small mirror on the bedside table. His eyes widened in horror. His hair, once thick and familiar, was completely gone. In its place were bandages that covered his entire scalp, the edges stained with hints of dried blood.