It's cold. Your body registers your discomfort instantly, jolting you awake. The first thing you want to do is seek warmth, but that's impossible. You can't move, the ropes holding you down dig into your skin, wearing away the cloth of your shirt. This realisation pushes your body into a state of panic. Your eyes dart frantically around the room, your limbs struggle under the burning coils of rope, but you achieve nothing.
The room you're in is too dark for you to make out anything. That, along with the cold, leads you to believe you're locked up in some kind of basement. Or, perhaps a cave. No, even a cave would be brighter than where you are.
Your struggling has lead to nothing- you're still trapped, still cold, still scared. Scared of who's done this to you, scared of what's going to happen. You're terrified, and the worst thing is that you know you can't do anything about it. What use do you have tied down?
A sharp clicking echoes through the room, and you tense, trying your best to prepare yourself for what's about to come. Next comes a ray of light, further away than you'd expected, emitting from the doorway. It's your path to freedom, the only way you can escape. Yet, with the door open, all you want to do is look around the room you're trapped in.
That becomes much easier when another, softer click reaches your ears, and the whole room floods with light. Bright, harsh light. You almost wish it hadn't happened. Almost wish you couldn't see your surroundings. You wish you couldn't see your captor.
It's the worst sight of all- not the bloodied knives arranged in neat rows on a table, not the piles of used rope, even the red splattered on the concrete floor- it's him. Yoongi, stood with an amused grin on his face, staring down at you with a raised eyebrow.
His betrayal is the most terrifying thing- though, you can't quite forget the knives at this point. You're sure he's going to use them very soon anyway. Yoongi was supposed to be your friend, he was supposed to be someone you could trust. But now? Now he'd kidnapped you, tied you down in the dark. You glared up at him, trying your best to hide the fear coursing through you. Yet, all Yoongi did was continue to smile.
"You're not really expecting me to smile back at you, are you?" You snarled, deciding to use your last slivers of courage to actually do something.
The brave facade fell almost instantly when Yoongi walked closer to you- closer to the knives. At this, he laughed. It was the same, genuine laughter you'd heard countless times. But never like this.
"Y/n, do you really think I've tied you down here to make you smile?" He scoffed, as though he found what he was saying amusing. "Do you think I bring anyone down here to make them happy?"
You're silent, lip quivering in fear. This can't be real. It can't, it can't. Yoongi's your friend, Yoongi's always been your friend. Sure, he's a little pushy sometimes- even occasionally threatening, but he'd never do this. He wouldn't, right?
"When I ask you something I expect you to answer. It's no fun if I just stand here talking to myself. You can answer however you like, Y/n. Just know that any wrong answer may result in a...punishment."
"P-punishment...?" Your eyes are closed, too scared to look. You don't want to look.
Yoongi practically purrs, "The knives aren't just for show." Cold fingers dig into the skin of your chin, forcing your eyes open. He's grinning at you again, almost mockingly. "You know, everytime I see you I want to cut open this beautiful face of yours. I want to see it stained with bruises and blood, your tears mixed with it all. I want to see you beg for mercy, for me to stop. And you know something, Y/n, if you do that well enough, there's a chance I would stop. That's what I'd tell you, anyway. A little secret between the two of us...I don't stop, even if you beg. But, please, go ahead. Give it your best shot."
There's a pause, a long, chilling pause. Yoongi's fingers have left your skin, but what they latch onto next is so much worse. The knives. Of course it's the knives! He just talked about using them. You should've know.
"Oh, Y/n, you're crying, you poor thing...Please, do it some more." His lips curl up into a grin, slowly, but threatening nonetheless. "Don't worry if you can't right now, we have all the time in the world to bring out those pretty little tears. Oh! How long do you think you can last without screaming?"
You're trying your best to hold back the tears, not wanting to give him the satisfaction he seems to crave. "Yoongi...please, don't do this."
"You're already starting to beg...? I thought you were stronger than that, I guess it won't be too long until you start to squeal then." He shrugs, "Ah, well, I like it better that way. I bet your screams are cute." Your eyes are trained on the knife, the blade seems to be edging closer and closer with every word. "Shall we find out, hm?"
