You had no idea whom these boys were. They claimed you knew something that you really didn't and it was starting to aggravate you. Who were they? and why could this asshole behind you restrain you so easily with just one arm? Answers would come in d...
Nothing, it felt empty and for some reason I was so scared. I tried to move my hands and felt cold dirt. Was I underground?
I heard something. It sounded like calling. My subconscious told me to call out, but my mouth didn't move. Instead, I'm sure I became deathly still. Why was I doing this? Where was I? The calling got louder and this time I was able to make out a few syllables, but nothing major. I continued to stay still.
It continued to be unreasonably quiet. My breathing was slow, almost as if though I was replicating sleep. I heard the voice again but this time it came in the form of muffled resonating sounds. Like I was listening through a wall. Then I heard it, a growl louder than anything I had ever dreamed. It came from the ground that I assumed was above. In whatever limbo world I was in I still, I hadn't grasped which direction I actually was facing. I didn't dare move, and I'm sure I stopped breathing. I didn't hear the sound again, but I heard a voice. still foggy, but I could make out some words.
"--- time --- you -- wa-- -- now"
You awoke with a start. Blackness filling your vision except a streak of light that filtered in. Had you been blindfolded? You didn't like to think you were a slow person and yet your mind was taking awful long to process what could be happening. When the word for what happened formed itself in your mind the covering over your eyes was swiftly ripped off. You were left to stare at the person in front of you. Your eyes adjusting so you picked up little color at first.
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He stood in front of you with the blindfold in his hand. He was giving a side glare.
"(y/n) (l/n)." Your name rolled off his tongue, you were stunned to say the least. Then when it hit you, you began to struggle in restraints that you had just realized were there. Something cold layed itself against your neck. You ceased all movement and held your breath.
"Move like that again and He'll tear your throat out" He said it calmly, as if though it was the most logical thing in the world for you to be here tied up with him. The knife, which you could only assume was curved, was pressing along your throat and his hands hadn't moved therefore you figured someone else was in the room right behind you. You swallowed and started to breath again. The knife not moving against your neck. The man in front of you, now that your eyes had adjusted to the lighting, seemed to have an odd shade of hair. It almost seemed like a faded pink. His facial features seemed familiar but you couldn't think of anytime you would have seen him after sifting through memories. He continued to look at you, the air thick with tension.
"(y/n) (l/n)" He said your name again rather comfortably making you tense, but you dare not move. "What do you know about Got7."
Confusion, you were sure, coated your face. Was Got7 supposed to hold some sort of significance to you? You thought about parroting the question back to him but the cool knife at your throat prompted you to stay quiet. You still didn't answer and after a few minutes he spoke again.
