Living Nightmare | m.y.g (angst/smut)

Chapter 43 - Saved by an Anonymous ◆

"Pain."

"I'm used to it."

Pain is inevitable but suffering is optional.

It's okay. Everything is going to be fine at the end of this. It's either you die or still live.

I was not afraid of death because pain made me strong enough to fear it.

One of the hardest thing about being kidnapped is to be able to undergo the pain alone. It felt new to me after being tied with Yoongi for so long. He made me forget everything for awhile. Though he hurts me at some point, he could still heal me. But he keeps on missing in every important event of my life, not enough to be called worthy. I almost forgot we are two problematic people that only held on to each other because we are each other's consolation.

Chained up are my feet and hands in a crucifix position, my composure regained after finally calming my pounding heart.

These people made it a habit to abduct me for a certain motive that hasn't told yet.

Observing the moment, two people sitting relatively close with each other are dozing off in the distance. Two things I could hear right now are my heartbeat and their snores. Seems like these two are so drained from the exhaustion of succeeding their mission.

I hissed in amusement.

You're all a piece of cake.

My feet started kicking in to loosen up the chain that is squeezing my feet and wrists.

The more I lift my wrists, the more I earn pain. The blood starts draping from my arm to my forearm. It looks like I bathe with it. I observe my wrists carefully, I see several small cuts all over the chained flesh, while the other cut gets bigger the more I try insisting my hand to free it.

I can't feel the pain externally, however, I can be bothered by the emotional throb.

In the movie, abduction consists of three elements that do not falter generation by generation.

First element is the abductor and it's henchmen. I look around me, the first element is undeniably present. The second element is the abducted, which was me. Funny how I turn complicated things into jokes just to entertain myself from this abyss of boredom.

The last element is the savior.

He is not here. If I am lucky to be saved tonight, who is he?

I grin irrationally. Ladies and gentlemen, I think I lost my sanity.

The steel door opened in front of me, revealing five or more men wearing Scream-like masks, cruelly heading towards me. Almost all of them are dragging their metal rods and chain ropes while taking their entrance. The two guards woke up just hearing the bothersome sounds.

They look older than my father, they probably age from thirty to forty-five year old, not to mention how healthy and lean their body look.

I have never been this nervous in my entire life. The grim reaper is just around the corner, waiting for the right signal to blow the dust of death over me.

Yoongi.

You are supposed to be my savior but where are you now? You looked for me right? Are you giving up on me now? Did you already come to realize how worthless my life is and how I am a waste of your time?

"Nicole." A familiar voice called my name. Hearing her voice turned my head spinning, whirling and grinding my brain in confusion. Her voice is so familiar that I mixed up the people I can remember I met in the past or the people I met in the present.