Please

<Weak>

Taehyung was back in the dreadful room staring at the empty wall. Wanting to die, or be saved from this hell two demons of the devil had created. The brunets thighs still sore from the man, he made Taehyung ride him while whipping at his thighs with a horsewhip. It hurt to walk, sitting was kind of painful too.

"God..." Taehyung whispered lowering his head. Carefully sliding off the bed, wincing at the movement. "I know.. I've done this many times, and you don't really seem to care about me." He sighed folding his hands and placing them gently onto the bed. "Please, please, please help me... I'm begging, I can't stand it anymore... I can't go through this for one more day... Or two or three... I can't do it anymore, it hurts and I'm scared of what's going to happen tomorrow and every day after. I hate living in fear of what the next day brings, I just want to be able to sleep at night, to be happy again... Please God, please save me from this. Amen." (I feel like a monster)

Crying once again Taehyung lays his face into the mattress, screaming into the fabric. Screaming at nothing, but at everything at the same time. He was hurting so much, this disgusting feeling in himself, the broken shell of who he was. Nothing would ever fix him, he knew that nothing could ever glue him back together and the awful memories would never leave. But he hoped that at least he could stop making these disgusting moments, meeting these fucked up people. He wanted it to end. All of it.

"Aw come on Taehyung, stop your fucking crying." Keith's voice rang through the room the awful sound bouncing off the bare walls. Taehyung glared up at him ready to shoot back a response. "Now, now don't look so bitter." The male leaned against the doorframe.

"Don't be bitter?" Taehyung scoffed leaning back on his legs, wincing at the pain it brought. "I was just fucking whipped in the legs with a motherfucking horsewhip. I have the fucking right to be bitter, you took me away from the only people who cared about me, I have the fucking right!" The male yelled loudly.

Keith only laughed, "the best decision I've ever made, you make me tones of money boy."

"I hope you burn in fucking hell, bastard." Taehyung spat, fat ugly tears streaming down his face. Keith laughed again.

"Well, you're going to love this. Tomorrow morning you've got another appointment. Six in the morning. Best get some sleep." He smirked evilly. "Want enough energy to please him, he is paying lots of money."

Taehyung glared, slowly standing up from the floor. "Fuck you." He started turning to the small bathroom in his room. Slamming the door, he sighed wiping at the tears on his cheeks. The male turned on the taps for the tub. The hot warm water filling up, well barely warm water. Once it was filled enough, Taehyung stripped from his clothes hesitantly. The thought of taking his clothes off anymore was difficult, these years have corrupted the brunet.

A soft sigh escaped his lips and he sunk down into the water covering his face till the only thing sticking out was the tip of his nose. He laid there, stilly, so still that there wasn't even a ripple in the water. Holding his breath for as long as he could till the burning feeling ripped at his lungs forcing him to lift out of the comfortable warmth. "Weak." He murmured to himself. Closing his red swollen eyes he sunk back in, the top half of his face resting above the water.

.
.
.
.
.
.