Trapped | NCT DREAM

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❝ CHAPTER FIFTEEN: NIGHT OF NIGHTMARES ❞

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The screams were all that he could hear. The screams of his friend and band member being violated against his will right in front of his eyes.

He tried to save him.

He tried to protect him but was unable to do so.

"Stop, please stop," he would yell out. He couldn't take it anymore.

Mr. Yang didn't listen. He didn't care one bit about their wellbeing. "Stop! Get your fucking hands off me" he yelled.

The room had changed, and now he was with his client' who wanted him to coll him master.

No.

He would never call him that awful ond disgusting word. Hands were all over him, touching and beating him. Pain was piercing through him in a way that he never wanted to experience.

Was this how Chenle felt when he was raped? Maybe this was his punishment for him being unable to save his hyung.

Tears fell down his face ofter he made a sound, he didn't know he could make. Why was his body making these strange sounds? There was a hand around his throat, and it squeezed, making it hard for him to breathe.

He clawed at the arm, trying to pry it away, but like all other attempts he made, he was unsuccessful. "You know, for a fighter, you're pretty weak. Maybe that's why you can't protect anyone," the man smirked.

He stopped trying to claw at the arm and his arms fell to the ground, limp and lifeless.

There was no use.

The man was right. He was weak, and there was nothing he could do. The man brought out a knife from his pocket.

Wait, where did that come from?

He would have seen if there was a knife. "Since you're a whore, I guess that means I can kill you. No use in having a waste of space like you in this world," the man brought down the knife.

Jisung woke up and shot up from where he was lying down. He was breathing rapidly and was getting close to hyperventilating. He couldn't move because he was paralyzed with fear.

Someone touched his shoulder, making him jump almost a few feet away from the person. Jisung stared at him in fear, not being able to register that it was his hyung and not the man.

Jisung was now having trouble even breathing. Then, he felt the familiar tapping on his leg. It was different in a way that he couldn't explain, but it was calming.

His arm was carefully grabbed by the stranger and brought it up to the other person's heart so that he could feel the heartbeat. He then felt a hand on his heart.