SMILE: A Terrible Night.

Shattered Bleeding Prison

Chapter 16: (Scarlet's pov)

The darkness of the microwave felt like a shroud, wrapping around me with a suffocating tightness. Every breath I took was heavy, and the metallic scent of the confined space only added to the growing panic that consumed me. My body trembled, and I could feel my energy waning with each futile attempt to escape.

Desperation drove me to kick the glass door of the microwave with all my remaining strength. My feet struck the cold, unyielding surface repeatedly, the impact sending shudders through my legs. My heart pounded in my chest, and the rhythm of my kicks became a frantic, uneven drumbeat against the silence.

Taehyung's voice was a distant echo, a haunting reminder of my predicament. I could hear his footsteps moving around the kitchen, the sounds of his casual, almost bored movements. The thought of him lingering just outside, enjoying my suffering, only intensified my desperation.

Taehyung: Aish, it's not working, honey. How else should we cook you?

His tone was mocking, filled with a cruel amusement that made my blood run cold. I could almost see his Smile through the darkness, the satisfaction in his voice a painful reminder of my helplessness. The thought of him taunting me while I was trapped made my determination to escape even stronger.

The microwave was unnervingly silent apart from my kicks and Taehyung's occasional comments. The air inside was growing warmer with my exertion, and I could feel my sweat dripping on the cold metal. My hands were raw from scraping against the glass, and my feet ached from the relentless kicking. But the door remained stubbornly intact, its surface unyielding.

I paused for a moment, trying to catch my breath, and listened intently for any sign of Taehyung's approach. His laughter was a distant sound, growing fainter as he moved away from the kitchen. It was a small reprieve, but I couldn't afford to waste any time. I had to keep pushing, keep fighting against the confines of the microwave.

I resumed kicking the glass door, each impact reverberating through my body. My legs felt like lead, and the pain was almost unbearable, but the thought of Taehyung's sinister plans pushed me forward. I focused all my energy on breaking the glass, hoping that the sheer force of my efforts would finally shatter the barrier.

Time seemed to stretch endlessly, each minute feeling like an eternity as I continued my struggle. My breaths came in ragged gasps, and the warmth inside the microwave became oppressive. I could feel my strength waning, but I refused to give in.

The glass door remained impervious to my attacks, but I could feel it weakening. My kicks had caused small cracks to form along its surface, and each strike made me hopeful that it might finally give way. I focused on the growing cracks, trying to gauge how close I was to breaking through.

Suddenly, his voice cut through the silence once again, closer than before. His footsteps approached the microwave, and I could hear his amused chuckle as he neared my prison. Panic surged through me, and I redoubled my efforts, desperate to escape before he returned.

Taehyung: Still trying, huh? You're quite the little fighter.

I could almost feel his gaze on the microwave, assessing my progress with curiosity and amusement. The thought of him watching me struggle, knowing that he held the key to my escape, was maddening.

With a final, powerful kick, I struck the glass door with all the force I could muster. The impact was more intense than before, and I felt a sudden shift in the resistance of the glass. The cracks on the surface widened, and I could hear the faint sound of the glass starting to give way. My hope surged as I continued to attack the weakening barrier.

His footsteps grew louder, and I could sense him moving closer, his presence was a looming threat. The sound of his laughter was a harsh to my situation. I had to break free before he reached the microwave, before he could make good on his twisted threats.

With one last desperate push, I kicked the glass door with every ounce of strength I had left. The cracks on the surface finally reached their breaking point, and with a shattering crash, the glass exploded outward. The force sent shards of glass scattering across the kitchen floor, and I tumbled out of the microwave, gasping for air.

The sudden change in my surroundings was disorienting. I lay on the floor, surrounded by the broken glass, my body trembling from the adrenaline and exhaustion. The kitchen was still dimly lit, but I could see Taehyung standing nearby, his expressions were surprise and irritation.

Taehyung: Well, well, look at you. You managed to break out after all.

His tone was a grudging admiration and frustration, and I could see the anger in his eyes as he took in the scene. His initial shock quickly gave way to a cold, calculating figure, and he stepped forward with a menacing intent.

I scrambled to my feet, my body aching from the ordeal. My hands and feet were cut from the glass, and the pain was constantly reminding me of my harrowing escape. I looked around frantically, searching for any means of escape, but the kitchen offered little in the way of protection.

Taehyung: You've caused quite a mess. I hope you're proud of yourself.

His voice was laced with venom, and he moved closer, his gaze fixed on me with a dangerous intensity. I knew I had to act quickly if I wanted to avoid falling back into his clutches. I sprinted towards the kitchen door, my heart pounding with the hope of finding a way out.

The sound of his footsteps echoed behind me, and I could hear his enraged shouts as he realized I was attempting to flee. I reached the door and yanked it open, my eyes wide with fear as I stumbled into the hallway of the third floor.

As I raced down the hallway, I could hear Taehyung's furious shouts growing fainter behind me. The sound of his rage fueled my determination, and I pushed myself to run faster, desperate to escape from his clutches. My thoughts were a whirlwind of fear and determination, and I knew that I had to keep moving if I wanted to stay free.

The hallway twisted and turned, and I had to make split-second decisions about which direction to take. Each corner was a potential hiding spot, but I had to keep moving forward, hoping to find a way out of the house and away from Taehyung.