The 8th member | BTS ff

Dead girl walking: Record me

- Leila's POV -

Quiet chuckles are echoing throughout my head causing me to question my sanity. My eyes falter to open which leaves me helpless. I try to identify my surrounding using touch but I'm restricted by something, rope? I manage to open my swollen eyes only to see the dark room I'm tied up in. The only spot of light is upon where I'm placed as I'm surrounded by darkness as everything is blurred by the lack of light surrounding me. 

Blood trickles down my wrist from the harshness of the rope against my skin constantly.Each attempt at escape only results in the rope cutting into my skin deeper and deeper which leaves me with less and less motivation even though I would do anything to get out of here. I attempt to rock back and forth to get rid of the restraints that are tying me to a metal chair. I don't want to make too much noise because I'm trying to gain as much time away from him as possible.

There is creaking from the floorboards above me as I stop rocking back and forth to try and interpret the foreign noise that is coming from above me. The drops of water falling through the cracks in the mouldy wood ceiling keeps distracting me from the noise above which is my ultimate concern currently. 

The only thing that I remember from after the performance was being dragged away out of the back stage door by one of the dancers. I think I was drugged by that point which honestly doesn't surprise me considering that they thought I wouldn't obey them. The only reason why I would obey them is so they don't hurt the members; my family.

"Are you comfy, baby girl?" A voice inquired from one of the dark corners in the room questioned with a cold tone which caught me completely off guard. I try to identify where the noise is coming from and if it's relatively close to me. I hear footsteps grow loud from behind me as someone leans on the back of the metal chair causing the balance to shift.

"I miss you a lot..." His voice whispered sinisterly into my ear as his breath grazed past my neck and cheek. I closed my eyes tight, praying that he would go away and I would just wake up. I just need to keep thinking that I'm doing this for the members, so that they will be safe and happy.

I manage to take a deep breath before a pair of hands wrap around my neck, causing the entire situation to escalate. I feel the last of my breath leave my lips as his grip tightens. I frantically attempt to set my arms free so I can defend myself. However, it's no use because he's been planning this moment for seven years...he will never let me go again...

"Why are you so shy, baby girl?" He said licking the side of my face as he smirked sinisterly. I grimaced at his touch, squirming at his closeness. I couldn't bring myself to look at him, to face him which left me frozen looking at one spot on the floor. 

Suddenly, he gripped my face harshly with his hand, twisting it so I would face him. His face was filled with pure anger, his eyes burning into my soul as he belittled me even more. He made me feel like I was eleven again, like I was nothing. I couldn't move my gaze off of him or I would be snapped back into position. 

"Look at me when I'm talking to you, got it?" He said squeezing my face harder in his grip causing a small wince to escape from my lips which caused the sides of his lips to curve upwards at his sick achievement. "Got it!" He said shaking my face once again. I nodded hesitantly as he released my face from his iron-grip which allowed me to breathe. 

He walked over to the cupboard infront of me, grabbing the key that was attached to the necklace he was wearing and unlocking it revealing cameras and weapons...

"W-What a-are y-you doing?" I questioned trying to put on a sweet tone so he will think I'm being respectful of him and won't punish me. He smiles gently as he gathers the camera and batteries along with it. He sets up the tripod and camera without saying a word before going into  the cupboard and grabbing something before putting it into his pocket. 

"I just want to show the world how much I missed you!" He exclaimed with devious joy in his eyes. I could see that he wasn't right in the head just by looking into his eyes. They had a strange sparkle which made your stomach turn. 

He approached me slowly as he pressed record on the camera that was placed in front of us. He walked around me, standing directly behind the chair as he faced the camera. I couldn't see what he was doing which scared me even more. 

"Hey guys, in this video I'm going to be showing you how much I missed my baby girl!" He said with an enthusiastic tone as I heard him going into his hoodie pocket as something clicked behind me. I looked into the camera lense and saw the pen knife that was aimed for my neck. That's when my survival mode took over my body. I pushed the chair back which resulted in him toppling over, giving me a chance to attempt to untie myself. 

I hear groaning from behind me which means I've succeeded in getting him down for a moment. He won't be down for long so I have to think fast about what I'm going to do. My eyes scan the room, looking for possible escape options but for a couple of moments, I'm pretty sure it's hopeless. That's when a shiny metal object a few inches from me, glistens causing my vision to be drawn to it. 

I looked over to the corner of the room to see the dropped penknife. Tim was still lying on the ground with his head in his hands which prompted me to drag myself and the chair over to the knife that was lying on the floor. My hands grazed the tip of the blade, causing it to come into my possession. I gripped onto it as I faced the wall trying to cut myself free. 

The last thing I remember is the knife being snatched out of my hands and my face being slammed into the cold concrete wall in front causing me to black out. The ringing in my ears wouldn't stop, even if I held my eyes closed tight. I felt something warm trickling down my face, I tried to bring my hands up to it but I was restricted. 

I opened my eyes but I couldn't see, it was black. That's when I feel the material on my face which is covering my eyes and the bridge of my nose. I think I'm alone which means I'm okay...I think the stuff trickling down my face is blood but I don't feel anywhere that I could be bleeding from?

All of a sudden, the blindfold is ripped off my face as Tim forced me to look above me.

That's when I realise where the blood is coming from...It's Amy's bloody face staring back at me. 

To be continued...

Thank you so much for reading my story! Honestly it means so much and I absolutely love reading your comments, they mean so much to me. I'm also really sorry for such short chapter recently, I like to keep it short and sweet so you stay hooked. Please comment, vote and share my story and don't forget to check out my other stories! Thank you so much! I love you all, bye! ❤️