Flower Petals, Dead Leaves (Stalker Suga x Reader)

6

I waited till the stings in my body had almost stopped, my fingertips still slightly burning, as well as my toes, but I decided to ignore it. I got up, holding my wrist lightly with my hand.

I held onto the chair for a bit, balancing myself. Once I felt stable, I pushed myself off the chair, stumbling a bit before regaining control.

I walked forward, trying to walk carefully and not too fast, my intention was to bump into the wall, but not to walk too hard so I didn't face smack into it.

I kept walking, putting my feet out like a robot instead of my normal walk to touch the wall with my foot first. I raised my left leg, hitting a hard yet hollow material, the door...

I walked forward, touching it with my elbow. I was surprised my eyes hadn't gotten used to the dark, but, there was absolutely no light at all, and the only sound was my feet and breaths... My occasional heartbeat sound filling my eardrums.

I kept touching for the handle with my elbow, eventually hitting the closest figure to it. I let go of my wrist, lowering my hand to try and open it, locked. Why did I even try, Yoongi probably set up bombs on the other side so I would die if I tried to escape.

I groaned, kicking the door with my foot, bad idea. I hissed, hoping around, my toes screaming at me for being such an idiot to them today.

I kept searching, the switch this time. I decided to go right first, turning againstthe wall, making sure to keep my back or front on the wall at all times.

I kept turning till I hit something with my back, causing me to yelp. "Idiot..." I commented to myself, wanting to smack myself, but I would probably hit my eye.

I turned around, putting my hand out to reach for the thing on the wall. I kept feeling it until I smiled to myself. "That was easier than I thought." I flicked the switch on, light filling my eyes.

I smiled, facing the concrete wall I was so glad to see, including the metal light, not yet coated in plastic. I turned around, horrified by the sight of what I saw.

The room wasn't so bad, I saw a few knives, a gun... Pills? But what scared me the most was two things... First, my blood, the blood from my mouth, and from my cut. I had coughed out surprisingly a lot more than I thought, almost like I coughed out a pool of it, it was like a mini pool, but flat, and a few more splatters.

I looked at the chair, seeing blood on the leg of the chair, and a bit on the floor. I knew that my hand did bleed, but that this much. I looked at my hand, seeing the irritated hand, blood still slowly bubbling out.

The second was food, old food... How old? Old, real old. There were ants, flies, and maggots. Some of it was meat, rotting meat. How did I not smell that!? I was in this room for a while, and I've been in here before... How could I not smell rotting meat, who knows how old it was?

I gagged once the smell hit my nose, it smelt like a corpse, yes, I've smelt it before, science and performing an autopsy.

There were tons of maggots, this was disgusting! I got distracted by the horrifying scene that I forgot about my hand. Only till blood dripped on my shoe did I realize.

"Sh*t!" I yelled, looking at my bloodied palm. I looked around desperately for anything to help stop the bleeding, I didn't hit a vein, this shouldn't be so bloody!

"Spider webs..." I mumbled, the idea brought up into mind. I remember during the safety of some hiking thing I did, they said if you got cut without medical products, use some spider web, of course, spider-free, to help it have time to clot internally...

I looked around, not too hard to find any. Just the problem, did they have spiders? I was absolutely terrified of them, even the smallest make me want to die.

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(NO WAY IN HELL WAS I TALKING BOUT SPIDER WEBS AND LOOKING OUT FOR SPIDERS, I WON'T GET AN OUNCE OF SLEEP)

I held the spider web in my head, almost at the brink of tears because of going near a dead spider. I carefully tried to wrap it up, turning into a soft cotton-like ball. I pressed it on the wound, I was surprized it didn't hurt as much as I thought it would.

"There," I mumbled, then put my focus on the old food. If there was old meat here... Then that means there was somebody locked in here before me! Why would Yoongi kidnap a guy?

What if... He kidnapped a girl? I don't know why, but a small pain came into my chest at the thought of that, my eyes widening as I kept my eyes on the rotten meat. I sniffed, raising my arm, unknowingly whipping away tears.

There was a knock on the door, I sat up from the chair, going to the door. "Yoongi?" I asked, putting my hand on the door. "Are you ready to come out?" He asked, his voice was lower than usual.

I nodded, realizing he couldn't hear me I spoke again. "Yeah, I am..." I said, sniffing once more before backing up. The door slowly opened. Yoongi stood there, his eyes widening as he looked at my cheek, then my hand.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N)." He came closer, about to hug me until I took a step back. "Why is that there?" I pointed to the food.

"I left it there by accident, I'll clean it up. Come, I'll get your hand fixed up." He held his hand out.

I needed to trust his answer for now, who knows what would happen if I talked back again.

I slowly reached out with my other hand, grabbing his hand lightly. He pulled me closer to him, lifting my face up to look at my cheek. I averted my eyes to the side, not wanting to look at him while he looked at something that made me feel like a child.

"I'm sorry." He heaved, bringing me into a hug. I stayed silent, letting my arms fall as My head tilted to the side, looking at the wall. "I'm so so sorry..." He kept repeating, letting his head bury into my neck as he mumbled it into my skin.

"Stop apologizing, Yoongi." I put my hand on his side, my voice being monotone and quiet. 

If there was no way of me escaping, and I would stay like this for a long period of time. I'll make sure Yoongi would suffer in every way I could.