Fear | K.th [Editing]

The Institution of Fears [3°]

Evangeline wakes up with her head craned toward her lap, eyes fluttering open as she tries to focus her clouded mind. She woke up a while ago but was still feeling the after-effects of the drug sinking its teeth into her neck. During her time awake, she heard various screams and moans. Some distant, some close by. Unable to react to anything, only feel. Her head remains lowered in taut exhaustion as her breathing comes out shallow. Eyes languidly blinking.

She wants to go home. She wants to see Jasmine and her younger brother. To wake up in her bed with a hangover. If she could go back, if they would just let her go she would pretend none of this ever happened. She would act as if what she saw and heard wasn't real. If they just gave her the chance she would take it.

A loud latch unlocking has her head perking up. The wooziness dissipates, leaving adrenaline in its wake. Slowly, the large metal door slides open revealing another dark-haired man. A long dark coat that flows to his knees cover his broad shoulders, a black dress shirt against his torso and a pair of grey pants around his legs.

Her eyes widen upon realizing it was the man from the club. The one who had told her his name as if he knew, Evangeline knowing his name or not, there wasn't a possibility of her escaping from his grasp. She tries remembering his name in her stupor...Taehyung. Taehyung is the bastards name.

He smiles when they make eye contact. She breaks the connection to shift her eyes onto another person entering the dungeon-like room. It was the other man from the dance floor. The one who had grabbed her outside of the club. Jeon Jeongguk. Dressed in a black turtle neck tucked into a pair of black dress pants cuffed by his ankles where he wears black leather boots.

The door closes the behind them and the two men circle around her.

Evangeline looks over at Taehyung once he moves in front of her peripheral vision. He notices her eyes on the top of his head, hand coming up to run his fingers through his brown hair. "I was wearing a wig to hide from the police." He lowers his gaze back onto her. "In case you were wondering." He crouches in front of the woman before glancing down at his apparel. "I like to dress up when we do these things." She stares at the unpredictable man in confusion, unsure of what he was insinuating toward the end of his sentence. He looks behind him at the ravenet standing by the door. There's a moment of silence before he opens his mouth to speak again. "Jeon, what were you doing before you were instructed to come here?"

Jeon clears his throat. "62243 was acting up, so I had to take care of her."

Taehyung hums in response and turns back to the tied-up woman. "Tell me, what was she here for again?"

Jeon shifts in his stance, hands clasped together in front of his built frame. "62243 is the female that is afraid of sex, sir."

Taehyung makes an 'ah' sound before nodding, remembering now.

Evangeline remains paralyzed in the chair she was chained to. Limbs trembling as she keeps her focus on both men in the room. She recalls Jeon's words. She retains the little information that is given. Remembering the masked man asking for her fear along with Taehyung back at the nightclub. What could they possibly want with knowing someone's fears? So far, she knows that Taehyung is the mind of this operation and everyone follows his orders.

Throughout their whole exchange, she thinks about getting out of here...Wherever here is. Evangeline isn't quite sure how she'll manage to get out of this situation, fear fogging up most of her motor skills. She looks toward the both of them, wanting to remember every detail of their faces. Taehyung catches onto the sudden eye contact, a slight quirk in the side of his mouth. His previous reflections on the woman alter, finding a peculiar interest in her actions.