Fear | K.th [Editing]

Demons [22°]

His large calloused palm lands on my clavicle, his burning finger tips teasingly run up my neck and to the white cloth stained in slobber and blood in my mouth, my teeth clenching down on the material to keep my disheveled mind from slipping away into unconsciousness. He gently tugs the cloth down to allow me to speak, to give me a sense of him stopping and allowing me some time to gather myself; saliva connecting the thick cloth to my bruised bottom lip.

My hazy gaze meets his somber eyes as heavy pants get choked out of my throat, the dryness restricting better access of air. Taehyung stays quiet as he observes me, waiting, wanting me to say something to make sure I was still with him.  My voice comes out frail and weak; completely mixing in with my appearance. "P-Please, please stop..." I struggle to strangle out of my vocal box, feeling lightheaded from the meek fight. That doesn't stop Taehyung from his banter. His plump lips form into an 'o' shape, breathing out a small noise of acknowledgment.

His thick dark brow lifts up as he taunts me with his alluring smile. He takes a deep breath and places the cloth back into my mouth, signaling that he wasn't going to stop despite my words. With the energy I have left, I begin to wail and scream.

He hushes my shaking form as he runs his slender fingers through my hair. "Let me tell you something, Princess..." His hands come down to the sides of my face before lifting up my head to make me peer into those intimidating onyx eyes. "There are bad people out there that like to take what's mine..."

He huffs, his index finger tracing down my cheek to emphasize that I was his, that he was talking about me. "And if there's ever a time where I look away from you for just once...They could take you away from me."

His hand begins to rake through my sweaty hair again, soothing my mind in a state of safety and protection, but his words say otherwise. "Me electrocuting you is nothing compared to what they could possibly do to you."

"I really don't wanna do this..." He concedes, no sincerity in his tone. His eyes slowly shift away from mine. "I kinda don't wanna see you in pain if it's not by me." A sly smirk slithers onto his lips, my eyes widening, "So, I'm only preparing you incase something happens, do understand."

And as his hands slipped away from my face, my sanity went along with it.

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I watch as these two men lock me in place onto a chair I was forcefully put into. I glance down upon feeling a gaze on me, making eye contact with one of the males strapping me up. I could tell he tenses, not expecting me to stare into him. A crooked grin twitches up to my mouth as my eyes widen. Freaked out, he immediately looks away with nervousness before standing up and walking away. I shift my gaze onto another male who I presumed was running this, noticing his figure blending in with the darkness.

His raspy voice echoes in the room, bouncing off the walls and hitting my ears. "Well..." He steps out of the shadows with a smirk on his face and a ball that he throws up in the air before catching it.

I look around the room to study the faces of his men, noticing most had fear subsiding in them.

My eyes fall onto valuable things on the male, a gold chain adorning his neck; looking over at all the rings perched fittingly on his slim fingers; I'll have a hard time taking them off once Taehyung ties him up, maybe I can ask for a knife to cut the appendage off.

He looks like he has power just from the way he's standing. His clothing; a black leather jacket draped over his shoulders, tight pants hugging his hips and designer shoes wrapped onto his feet. His icy glare was hidden behind the bangs of blond hair.