"princess,"
she looks back, startled. she holds the knife in her hands, not much dexterity in using it. she's flinching away, she doesn't hear it much, taehyung, calling her that. it never scared her like this before. it wasn't like this before.
before, before taehyung was in this state, it wasn't much. they were happy together, and she guesses that's all that matters at that moment. long arms embracing the cold out of her, soft palms caressing her skin. she felt safe, away from any sort of danger.
not until now.
now she just feels scared, helpless, anticipation what was about to happen. she feels trapped, she feels that familiar feeling of foreboding stir inside of her. she can't move, she just stands there looking at the man she loves.
might it be the same person she met years ago or not, it's still taehyung. it will always be him, that she knows.
there's something dangerous glinting in his eye, something that screams 'run!' but she can't find herself to. it's like her feet were frozen and unmoving on the cold tile, hands starting to hurt from supporting herself on the kitchen counter.
"you don't look good, do you?" syllables dripping up & down, a tone that is condescending, like he knows, he knows everything that's about to happen.
"t-taehyung," she stutters out his name, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he'd fight his way out. her taehyung will his way out. but she waited for agonizingly slow seconds, and she doesn't see a shift, anything. and she feels the fear again.
"how about you shut it? hmm? sweetheart?"
he walks forward, and she lets out a whimper, while he chuckles devilishly. with those large hands, he forcefully makes her look at him.
he feels so superior, like he can do anything he wants, he can have all the fun. he sees the unmistakable fear in her eyes, and it fuels up the desire to hurt inside of him. god, he wants to. so bad.
"you look so pretty, so pale. good choice? taehyung-ssi?" he chuckles shortly, devoid of any humor. she can feel tears brimming in her eyes.
"l-let me go, please." she whispers and his hold tightens. it tightens so hard, and she winces in pain. it was too much, tears start trickling down her eyes. she sees fury in his eyes, she feels like burning as he stares at her.
"where's the fun in that?" taehyung tilts his head, smirking and licking his pink lips. he drags his long nails down her cheeks, to her neck, and she shudders. but she's so helpless, the only thing she could do was wait, hope, cling into that small fraction of hope blooming in her chest.
taehyung grabs something at her back and she heaves. god, she was so scared. she feels so numb, she can't feel anything.
taehyung holds a knife in his hand.
"n-no, please! no!"
she falls down on the floor, with taehyung towering above him with that wicked smirk. she's shaking so bad, face wet with too much tears. suddenly, she can't breathe.
taehyung pouts, "princess, shut your fucking mouth, will you?" it was so sickeningly sweet, but it was the opposite.
"please! don't touch me d-don't touch-"
she never felt this scared before, so helpless. but no pleading words could appease him. nothing at all, as he slides down the blade of the knife down her cheeks, going down face to face with her.
"what should I do with you?" he looks up, pretends to think. "dig your eyeballs out? stab it? slide this goddamn knife down your throat and get your guts out?... or better, all of it?"
she screams, she wails as taehyung lets out a laugh.
"shh, shh, calm down. I'm feeling kind today, you're a very lucky girl. i'll be gentle with you my sweet."
and as he digs the knife just above her eyebrows, she trashed around, screaming her lungs out as taehyung pins her down.
she screams and screams as he slides it down, feeling the blood dripping down her face.
but in this empty apartment she used to call home, in this quiet night, no one can hear the screams of the helpless girl.
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