What He Did To Me || KTH✔

Chapter 29

"You two aren't going anywhere."

Taehyung turned around, and took a few steps back.

"J-Jihee... it's-" He started, but didn't finish. He didn't even have to finish what he was saying for me to understand. It must be that really tall, muscular guy Taehyung was talking about. The man's voice seemed nothing like Appa's, so it must have been someone different. And this man also seemed to have a very firm grip on my shirt, and I didn't want to even try to run, knowing that this guy was so much stronger than me. 

"Do you have any idea how much trouble you're in right now?" The man asked.

I gulped. Neither of us had to even answer that question out loud.

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I sighed, leaning my head backwards to stare at the ceiling. After we were caught, things just kept going downhill from there. The man brought us back to Appa, and he just stood there with his arms crossed. I was brought back to the old room that we had been in, but Taehyung was brought into a different room. I was tied up again, and Taehyung probably was as well.

So now here I was, alone in a room with nothing but my own thoughts. I felt bad now, the both of us had to be separated now that I made the mistake of not planning far enough ahead. Now the security measures were probably increased by a lot, and I doubt I would be able to get out anytime soon.

If only the police could find us faster... I wanted to get out of here, now. I doubt it's even been a day yet, and we've already had a failed escape attempt and messed things up. If this is how things are gonna go, then we have absolutely no chance of getting out on our own. We'll need someone from the outside to help us, and there's no way that we're going to be able to contact anyone. If I can't even leave this one room, then how am I supposed to get out of the building?

I just hated this whole mess, and I hoped that someone would rescue us soon. Because if not, I think I would start going insane.

A few minutes later, the door opened, and Appa came in. He untied my hands from the chair, but left my legs and torso tied up. He placed a small plate of food on my lap, and stayed in the room. I'm guessing it was dinner time, based on how much time had passed since my arrival.

I took a bite, and decided to break the silence. "Why are you keeping us here?" I asked. "What does that get you?"

Appa shrugged. "That's not anything that I'll tell you." He replied, and I sighed before taking another bite.

"Why can't you just let us live our lives in peace, and then kill us in our sleep or something?" I asked.

"I guess it wouldn't feel like I was getting justice, just like I was killing two people." Appa replied. "I would rather make the two of you suffer for putting me in jail than just ending your lives."

Great. So would we ever get out, or would he make us suffer and then kill us?

"So... are we ever getting out then?" I asked.

Appa shrugged. "Maybe, maybe not. It depends on the situation, like if I could get away with it or not."

Even better. Now I have no idea if I'll even get out of here.

I just ate the rest of my food in silence, and Appa tied my hands and arms back up after I was done. He exited the room, and it was back to just me and silence.

I used to like having silence so I could think in peace, but now it scared me. Would I go insane in this room? If I did get out of here alive, would it be worth it if I was mentally insane at that point?

And how long would I be here, just staring at the same four walls? Would Appa decide to kill us a week from now, a month from now, a day, a year... my life could end at any moment.

I found it odd that I seemed worried, but not as worried as I would have expected. Is this how it's supposed to end for me, and I've just come to accept it?

Maybe. I sure hoped not, but there was always a chance it was true.

The thing that scared me even more about being alone in my own thoughts was that I could pretty much worry myself to death. For all I know, the police could be about to break in and save us, and here I am worrying that we'll be here for at least a month and I'll be turned into some mentally ill person because I've started talking to myself after staring at the same four walls for a month.

But either situation was possible, and I needed to make sure that I wouldn't be completely surprised if either occurred.

But I needed to get out, somehow. No matter how it happened. And even if I say that I might die tomorrow, I'm not going to go down without a fight. Maybe I could possibly wiggle out of the ropes? Probably not, and Appa would be very upset and make my situation worse.

But it was worth thinking about, and I needed to find a way out that would work first try. Which I doubt would be possible, but I needed to figure this out.

Even if I could make a plan that only involved me escaping and not Taehyung, I could call the police and have them track down Appa's location. Then I can save Taehyung, as long as I get myself out of here.

But there's just one issue. I doubt that I could get out of here myself, I would need help. And the one person in this entire building or wherever the hell we are that is willing to help is tied up in another room somewhere us in here.

I had no idea where in the building he was, and how I would possibly have enough time to get him out and escape with me.

Whatever, it would be something good to think about. After all, I did have a lot of time on my hands to just think. I might as well put it to something useful.