Tortured Love [TK]

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(ik it's a late update but please keep your support constant and keep increasing ⁽⁠⁽⁠ଘ⁠(⁠ ⁠ˊ⁠ᵕ⁠ˋ⁠ ⁠)⁠ଓ⁠⁾⁠⁾ and I already warn you it's not proofread yet )

The atmosphere in the room grew increasingly suffocating, as if the very air had thickened with dread when Taehyung entered. His presence alone cast a heavy shadow over the dimly lit space, instantly commanding fear from everyone trapped within. The light from a single flickering bulb cast long, twisted shadows across the walls, amplifying the horror reflected in the wide eyes of those bound to cold, creaky metal chairs. The tension was so palpable that no one dared to speak, breathe too loudly, or even shift in their restraints, fearing that any movement might draw his attention.

Taehyung's footsteps were slow and deliberate, each one echoing ominously in the oppressive silence. The sound reverberated off the walls, making the space feel smaller, more claustrophobic with every step he took. His expression was unnervingly calm, too calm-like the eerie stillness before a storm. It was the kind of calm that suggested he was in complete control, and that whatever was about to happen was inevitable.

His guards followed closely behind him, their faces devoid of any emotion, their eyes cold and detached as they held their weapons ready. The gleaming black barrels of their guns were a grim reminder that the people tied to those chairs were completely at Taehyung's mercy. The guards stood like statues, waiting for orders, their silence adding to the mounting terror.

Taehyung finally came to a stop in the center of the room. He took his time, his gaze slowly sweeping over the group, studying each terrified face with the detached interest of a predator sizing up its prey. He didn't need to say anything for the fear to grow. His mere presence was enough to make their hearts race and their minds spiral into panic. They knew, without a doubt, that they were staring into the eyes of a man who had no limits, no conscience-only a terrifying, calculated purpose.

As Taehyung's eyes lingered on each person, taking in the mix of terror and despair etched into their expressions, the tension reached a breaking point. The silence was unbearable, pressing down on them like a weight, suffocating any hope they might have clung to.

Finally, a man in the group, his voice trembling and barely above a whisper, mustered the courage to speak. "Mr. Kim... please... why are we here? What do you want from us?" His words were filled with desperation, a desperate plea for some kind of explanation, some reassurance that this nightmare might end.

Taehyung's lips curled into a slow, chilling smile. It wasn't a smile of amusement, but one that was cold and calculated

One man, his voice trembling, dared to speak up. "Mr. Kim... why... why are we here? What do you want from us?"

Taehyung's lips curled into a smile that sent chills down their spines, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic light. "What do I want?" he repeated, his voice silky smooth, yet dripping with violence. "I only want to ensure that the love of my life, my precious Jungkook, remains mine and mine alone. And that means erasing every trace of his past... starting with all of you."

Gasps of horror rippled through the group, their eyes widening as the reality of their situation sank in. Panic set in, and some of them started to struggle against their restraints, futilely hoping to escape the nightmare they found themselves in.

Taehyung took a step closer to the man who had spoken, his gaze boring into him with a mixture of disdain and dark amusement. "You see," he continued, his voice now a deadly, venomous whisper, "Jungkook is delicate. His mind is so fragile right now, and I've worked very hard to shape it exactly the way I want. I can't have him remembering things... that might lead him away from me. I can't have him recalling faces... like yours."