Winds continue to howl from outside causing the building to creak and whistle.You suddenly become aware of the cold metal surface underneath you. The chill air around you pricks at your exposed skin, like tiny tips of needle points. Suddenly taking in a sharp bit of breath you snap open your eyes.
You see nothing. No light, no walls, no exist. The entire space around you is just that, space. The only hint being the smell of iron, mold, and a type of chemicals' scent. While moving your head around, trying to find any kind of object to depend on, a painful sensation rushes through your head. The impact's damage from earlier coming back to torment you more. You then try to move your limbs and quickly realise they are strapped down.
Panic fills your immobile body as you feel lost in the expance of space seeming to slowly suffocate you. What adds to the horrific situation you have been put in is that you cannot recall what happened after that patient caught you in the stairwell. If only there was some hint of light to give you a clue on where you are.
You then remember the patient has your id card, which gives him access to every door in the facility, but thankfully not the exit. Your breathing quickens dramatically in short shakey bursts: you're starting to have a panic attack. Adrenaline kicks in as your body fights against the fear coursing through its veins.
"Where am I?", you whisper to yourself.
"Shhh", a raspy drawn out voice echos around you.
A cold hand combs through your hair almost as if petting an animal. Shakey breaths leave your body as you try to calm yourself down. Anytime his fingers get stuck in the messy tangles of your hair they moved onto another section. You cannot tell if this is him trying to rile you up more or to bring a false sense of peace; either way you stay on guard.
The hand finally leaves you and you're plunged back into the senseless abyss. Suddenly blinding, white light overwhelms you. An electric buzz and low hum of flood lights makes its way to your ears.
Once your eyes slowly adjust to the sudden change in surroundings you take in your situation. Horror fills you once more once you see that your regular physician's uniform has been replaced with a dingy, yellowing, hospital gown. Your shoes and socks have also been removed making your feet vulnerable to the immense cold. Worn, brown leather straps tightly secure you to the metal table. Squirming within the confines you realize there are three sets covering your head, torso, and legs making movement near impossible. Your arms are pinned to your side, making your torn and bleeding fingers seem too mobile compared to the rest of your body.
Haunting heavy footsteps remind you that your not alone in this room. He makes his way over to you and adrenaline causes an involuntary kick of your foot. Your mind and body want to escape but is being held back by the restaints and fear of the consequences.
He leans over you, staring straight into your eyes. His hair has become even more unkept, if that is even possible. In the halo of light surrounding his head, shadows appear to sculpt out his hallow cheekbones and pale features. The bleach white surgical mask still covers his mouth and nose. His eyes contrast against the paleness of everything else. The red bloodshot veins around his pupil would not be as bright as they seem if not for his white attire and bright lights overhead. You let out another shakey breath.
"Where am I?", this time you ask directly, but not as confidently as you'd hoped.
A low, raspy, ammused chuckle leaves the man.
"Like you don't know." His face disappears from your line of sight allowing the flood lights to blind you once more. Squinting your eyes shut you try to listen for any sign of where he is. Squeaky wheels and sharp tings of metal follow his footsteps.
"Ah!", you call out as he sharpy smacks your face.
"Ohh did that hurt?", he asks coldly; leering over you. He tightly grabs your face, covering your mouth, and branishs a scalpel above you. Fear fills your eyes as dread creaps in.
"Now you will know what it feels to be me."
He brings the knife swiftly across your cheek as you let out a muffled scream from the initial sight. Stinging pain pricks your face. His grip on you making blood rush out in flows. Tears have already begun to form and slide down your face, the salt stinging your cut even more. His hand slides away from you as he throws the scalpel to the side. Then from the corner of your eye you catch what he brought over. A metal tray with several surgical instruments lay about. All in pristine order, almost like following a ritual.
"Please please!," you beg. "Let me go! I won't tell the police or anybody. Just please, don't kill me!"
He slowly turns to you, a smirk is evident even from behind the mask. With his blood covered hand he picks up another tool from the table beside you, just out of sight.
"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, y/n", he drawls out. His low, husky voice echos off the musky, concrete walls. "Where's the fun in that? I'm going to keep you in this hell for as long as I desire."
He leans in close. You can feel his low but shallow breathing hit your face. He then lowers his mask down before his glassy, bloodshot eyes stare into yours.
"And there's nothing you can do to stop me."
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Asylum (Min Yoongi ff)
Fanfiction[Completed] You are a new nightshift nurse at a psychiatric hospital. A fluke storm's sets the scene and the events that unfold. Here you come face to face with dangerous, high class-level patient, Min Yoongi.
