Doll Eyes || A Kth FF

Ch 6: G-Dragon

After putting the unconscious y/n back in her room, tied up securely, Yoongi made his way to where Taehyung was locked up. "Why is this place so fucking big? I hate walking." He growled as he walked down the endless row of rooms meant for people outcast by most and used by the rest, until finally reaching room 840.

Yoongi walked into the room and shoved the carpet in the center of the room aside, revealing a locked trapdoor. He then removed his belt and opened the the lock with the his belt buckle's prong, a thin handcrafted key he took much pride in.

He lifted the trapdoor and climbed down the ladder there slowly, keeping his gaze fixed on the tiny helpless body of Taehyung in a cage as he lowered himself.

"Enjoyed the show?" Yoongi asked, eyes bubbling with excitement like a kid as he dragged himself towards the cage.

Taehyung looked up, meeting Yoongi's challenging gaze with his own, a smirk plastered on his lips. "That's all you've got? I expected more." Making a tch sound he said, "I'm disappointed."

Removing a knife from his pocket, Yoongi said, "Let me remind you that you're at my mercy, and so are your friends." He dug the knife into Taehyung's chest to emphasize 'you', cutting the light fabric. He couldn't help but smile. Bringing the knife to his lips, he licked the few drops of Taehyung's vibrant red blood that had spotted the knife.

Both males stared at each other, each lost in their own twisted thoughts, before Taehyung spoke up, "But that's not why you're here, is it? My torture time is not for another hour."

"Yes. I wanted to ask you..." Yoongi said, his face showing nothing more than curiosity. Phrasing his thoughts to show not an ounce of insecurity about y/n turning crazy and her old self returning, he continued, "Why did y/n react that way?"

"Jealous, are we?" Taehyung said, "Ah, how good the electricity felt as it surged through my body into hers." A moan escaped his lips as he recalled what he and y/n would do years ago.

There was more, but that's all he wanted Yoongi to know, because he wanted him to continue. 'What made her forget is what will make her recall.' Taehyung recollected those words.

Yoongi was silently observing Taehyung. He had confirmed his reason for y/n's moans. Then he burst out into laughter "Didn't your mom teach you kinky motherfucker to not play with electricity? Ok right, Jessi was a kinky motherfucker too."

Taehyung didn't respond, looking as uninterested as ever. This made Yoongi's blood boil. The anger and realisation was sudden, like a storm that had been building up for too long and should've been unleashed before.

Yoongi had wanted Taehyung to feel tormented by seeing y/n in pain. He wanted to make his life hell. But here he was, acting like he's a normal guy despite his face and body being littered with bruises. He wanted Taehyung to be destroyed, he didn't want to kill him, he wanted him to live through every pain imaginable. He wanted revenge for all the pain Taehyung had caused him years ago at the asylum, knowingly or unknowingly.

Without a word, Yoongi took out his phone and dialled a number. "GD? 840, right now."

He opened Taehyung's cage after he had secured the ropes tying his limbs. The tension in the room was thick.

Taehyung knew what was going to happen. So he made his way to the back of the room, the torture place made exclusively for him since the torture room of the asylum wasn't harsh enough. Yoongi flicked on a switch, illuminating the place. The light reflecting off of sharp blades made Taehyung squint his eyes and sent a shiver down his spine.

Just then, G-Dragon walked in. The biggest sadist in history. Assigned for the even worse side of Moonlight Vale, for things Jackson couldn't do, and right now, to take care of Taehyung. G-Dragon had left the country to evade consequences for his crimes, but Baekhyun had asked him to come back once Taehyung had been caught. How could he refuse such an exciting offer?

GD smirked at Taehyung, then his eyes moved to the tables lined with weapons, ropes, knifes, sex toys and devices meant to drive a person crazy and rip his mind apart along with his body. GD scanned each hungrily and then looked back up at Taehyung with an eerie grin. "Ready?"

And it started. It was worse than ever. Taehyung's body shook with anguish and his screams of agony seemed to dissolve into the large empty room. But one thing kept Taehyung strong. He forced his mind to focus on the positive. Jackson. Jackson knew Taehyung was here, because he knew that Taehyung would never let y/n return to this madhouse alone, he would come too, even if it meant being imprisoned. Jackson had made the sign of JJ Project, the team y/n and Taehyung had formed years ago with their friends when they were at the asylum. There was hope.

The memories of JJ Project brought a smile to Taehyung's face, despite the pain being inflicted onto him. You see, that was Taehyung's strength, diverting his mind when he wanted to. Like y/n's strength was photographic memory, Taehyung's strength was controlling his mind more than an average human. He could shut off pain if he wanted to and forget memories he didn't like.

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By the end of it, Taehyung was in a disengaged state and exhausted. Almost as good as unconscious. His mouth however was open and he said "I'll find you y/n" before he was pushed to the ground and put back in his cage.