Yoongi had woke up early in the morning to hear his phone buzz. He groaned and looked around seeing it was morning. He looked to his phone...
Yoongi had seen a message "I had so much fun last night. Sorry for all the marks. Just know the blood is inside me now don't worry!" Yoongi was alarmed to see loads of marks and cuts
The cuts were deep and red. Some had started to scab over but others not as much. His arms bumpy as a deserted road. Fear boiling through him as he couldn't remember a thing about it.
What was Yoongi going to do to try and remember? He didn't know. He couldn't think. He could barely breathe. Because in that moment in time he feared. He feared for his own life.
Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Yoongi had to remind himself. He had to try. But that's what they all say. Say to remember dreams and nightmares, to figure out how people dream and the way our minds create pictures in our heads while the rest of us is practically dead.
Yoongi grabbed his phone and shakily messaged back "what the fuck have you done to me"
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Silent Tears
Mystery / ThrillerA man is texted pictures of himself in various stages of torture that he has no memory of. what will he do?
