𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍┃𝐓𝐊 ✔

Part : 05 Twisted game

When Taehyung woke, his body felt heavy, as if he were sinking into the cold, hard floor beneath him. His head pounded violently and his throat was parched, and for those few seconds, he could not remember how he got there or what had happened. But then---cold. Freezing cold.

A splash of icy water hit his face. Jerking him fully awake, he gasped, his body spasming from shock as he tried to open his eyes. His chest felt as if it was throttled by fear, which seemed to sink into his bones. The disorienting darkness, the rough concrete beneath his palms---it all felt dreadful. Terrifyingly wrong.

He blinked. His vision cleared just enough to let him see the vaguely-outlined shapes of people around him, and his pulse went racing. He was tied; his wrists were hauled back behind him, painfully tight, cutting into his skin. He strained to pull free, but his body was too weak from the drugs and his muscles responded too slowly. Panic roared through him. He shivered.

"W-Where am I? Who… who are you?!"

His voice cracked; it hurt, from the dryness in his throat. His eyes darted around the room, desperately trying to find an explanation. It was like some abandoned warehouse old, cold, damp, and empty. The fear cramped inside him, like a knife turning, his heart palpating the beats in panic as he strived to think, to breathe, within the charnel house that engulfed him. Why him? Who would do such a thing?

Struggling against the ropes as he slowly realized the truth in a chilling sense of awareness: he was at their total mercy, these shadowy figures hanging just beyond his line of sight. Dripping water echoed through the warehouse with each heavy drop resonating like a countdown within his mind and amplifying the dread that clawed at his insides. A shiver ran through him, not from the cold but from sheer, terrible fear of the unknown.

Very few figures began to move in shadow, their movements fluid and yet predatory, like wolves circling their prey. Taehyung was breathing in ragged gasps; it matched the frantic beats of his heart. He strained to make out their faces, to see if there was any hint of familiarity in their features, but the darkness left him with only the outlines that danced menacingly in the flickering light.

"Please!" he screamed, his voice rising in despair. "What do you want from me?" The words went out into the hollow of the space, swallowed up by the emptiness, and for an instant he was alone, suspended in a nightmare from which he could not awaken.

Footsteps resounded from the far end of the room---slow, deliberate, ominous. Every step was a countdown, each one settling dread deeper into Taehyung's chest. He strained to see through the dim light, and then, slowly emerging from the shadows, a figure materialized.

Tall, imposing, cloaked in a chilling, terrifying aura.

JK!

Taehyung's breath hitched. His brain wrestled about to understand it---the egotistical male, the guy he had crossed paths with earlier, a man whose arrogance and wicked attitude had rattled him to the bone. Memories of their earlier confrontation rushed his mind---the sneering smirk, the charming veils over the threats, and the unmistakable danger that arced between them like a live wire.

It started to sink in when the threats that flashed through his mind began to creep into action.

"You will regret this," the words echoed in his head. He was just a victim of a darker observation that run his blood cold.

The male figure was standing over him, the dim light casting shadows that danced ominously across the walls, as if the very room was alive with tension. He wore an expression of calm, eerie control, as if he had orchestrated every moment leading up to this confrontation. Taehyung’s throat tightened with fear, and a wave of disbelief and hatred hit him hard, crashing over him like a relentless tide.