Splintered Heart || Park Seonghwa 18+ Oneshots {ATEEZ} - DISCONTINUED

Primal Instinct

Your breathing is short and erratic, your heart beats so fast it feels as though it's going to burst from your chest. There are voices; male voices, all around you but you can't pinpoint exactly where they are. They talk quietly amongst themselves, as if they don't want you to hear. You can hear the click of metal as one of them flicks a blade nervously.

"He's taking too long to get here and we're out in the open," one of the men hisses, likely louder than he intended to.

"Shut up and keep your eyes open. We can't let the girl get away," another replies.

There's no way you'd be able to get away. You know these men have guns. The reason you're frozen in fear. The reason you couldn't fight back when they tied your hands behind your back and roughly blindfolded you. They didn't even let you put on proper clothes, forcing you out of your apartment in only the flimsy panties and bra you wear to sleep in.

You've only managed to control your breathing when you hear a car pull up in front of where they've made you stand. Your hands become clammy and your heart beats increase like a galloping horse. The man beside you snickers at your obvious panic. He pushes you forward with such force you almost fall, but he yanks on your arms and blinding pain shoots through your right shoulder. You bite down on your scream and let out a pathetic whimper instead. The men within earshot of your agony hiss and laugh quietly. They seem to have relaxed ever since the mysterious car arrived.

You hear one of the car doors open and a pair of boots crunching on the gravel towards you and stop in front of you. A strong hand grabs your jaw, forcing your face to look up, even though you can't see anything. Anger grips you suddenly and you jerk your head out of his hand, hissing through your teeth. You can sense the man in front of you tense and then let out a dark laugh.

You hear the cocking of a gun and feel the cold metal as the barrel is pressed against your temple.

"I'm going to take the blindfold off and untie you so you can cover up but if you even think of fucking running, I'll put a bullet through your skull, no matter the consequences," he says.

You don't move and you're barely breathing. You feel the rope that binds your wrists loosening and a moment later your hands are free. You let my arms fall to your side as the blindfold is loosened and removed from your eyes. You keep your eyes carefully away from the faces of your captors, and you're handed a dressing gown. You slowly slip it on, not wanting to spook any of the heavily armed men. Everyone seems to hold their breath, as if they were expecting you to bolt at any moment.

The stupid dressing gown is hardly enough to cover yourself with. Nothing more than delicate scraps of lace, it does nothing to hide the fact you're in nothing but your underwear.

"Put the shoes on and them we're leaving."

"What?" You snap, instinctively looking up.

You can see the face of the man in front of you. His face is strikingly handsome. He has strong features, from his glowing black eyes to the cruel curve of his lips.

He points at a pair of... Heels. Black heels.

"Put them on. Now."

I take a step forward but freeze when you hear every single gun click as the men point them at you.

"Just let me get the damn shoes, will you?" You hiss, taking another, hesitantly slow step forward.

None of them shoot your brains out so you take that as your chance to slide your feet into the heels. There's no way in hell you'll be able to run off while wearing these, which was probably the idea. You open your mouth to say something but before you can speak, your hands are yanked behind you and your wrists are tied back together, much tighter than before. The blindfold is roughly wrapped over your eyes and you can't help your shriek of frustration and shock.