Welcome To The Panic Room《Hoseok X Reader》

Chapter 11

*TW: TORTURE, WEAPONRY USAGE AND ABUSE, PROCEED WITH CAUTION* 

"Good morning gorgeous." 

I groaned and opened my eyes to meet those of a man above me, smirking down at me with his expression dark. I gasped and moved around, but I was only met by restraints preventing me from leaving. The chains clinked as I tried to separate my arms from the chair, causing my creepy kidnapper to grin. 

"Please don't hurt me." I whispered, hoping that he had just a drop of sympathy in him. 

His grin grew and he leaned in closer to me, his polluted breath wafting into my face. I nearly gagged at the stench, but I held it back in order not to risk my life even more. 

"Where's Hoseok?" I asked, praying that he was still alive. 

"You mean the boy that gave you to me willingly? He's back in reality." He laughed as my face contorted in confusion. 

"Reality? What's that supp-" Then it hit me. I stared at the man in disbelief, knowing that Hoseok wouldn't do something like that. He chuckled as he let it sink in, but I would never believe him without proof.

"What a load of bullshit." I scoffed, raising an eyebrow at the now irritated man. He tched and walked away into the shadows of the room. I took a breath of relief, looking up at the ceiling as I hoped Hoseok was okay. I didn't know if this is also his fear, or even if he passed and is now back with Jungkook, but as long as he's okay I'll be fine too. 

"I wish you were here, Hoseok..." I whispered, longing for his presence even more because he was the one who helped me get through my fear of heights. But this fear...this fear is one I doubt I'll survive. 

There was a sound off in the distance, and as it got closer, I identified it as a metal cart. Someone was wheeling said cart towards me, and my heart sped up as I realized what it was for. 

I was already kidnapped, now it's on to the torture. 

I froze and took a sharp breath, stiffening as he came into view. The cart had weapons such as knives and whips, along with pliers and candles and various other things I couldn't bring myself to identify. 

He grinned when he saw my expression, reaching for his biggest knife first. He chuckled and walked slowly towards me, adding onto the suspense and utter need to escape. 

"What's wrong, Y/n? Are you scared of a little knife?" His chuckles darkened as he finally reached where I was trapped, lowering the knife down to my thigh. 

I squirmed and tried to move my leg, but as I did so he cut a line in the process. It shouldn't hurt too bad since it was only a scratch, but the panic that has taken over my body made it feel like it was burning every inch of my skin. 

I let out a loud sob and he whipped the knife across my skin again, creating an 'X' on my leg. I screamed out in pain, as this cut was deeper than the last, and he glared at me, lowering the knife down again. 

"Every sound you make results in a cut on your pretty thigh even deeper than the last. And if you refuse to keep your screams to a minimum, I'll move straight to the pliers." He warned, a creepy smile on his face. 

I nodded my head and he smirked, leaning towards my neck with his lips. He latched onto it and started sucking, leaving marks where his lips had touched. 

"Stop." I whispered, tears streaming down my face. 

Without removing his face from my neck, he struck out his arm that was resting on my thigh, creating yet another cut deeper than the previous ones, as he promised. 

I bit my lip to hold back a combination of screams and sobs, every inch of me shaking down to the core. I heard a soft sob off to the side and tried to look over, but the man grabbed my face harshly and forced me to look at him, jabbing the pointy end of the knife into my thigh and rotating it in a circle, making a small hole in my leg. 

My lips were bleeding as I bit them harder, refusing to make a sound because the pliers are something no one should ever have to experience. I knew those pliers aren't the worst he had in his possession, but what he could do with them scares the shit out of me. 

Another sob was heard, but it was a bit louder this time. I kept my eyes on the ground, not wanting the other person to get in trouble. Maybe if I didn't acknowledge the fact that there is another, the man will leave them alone. 

He didn't. Instead, he tched and made his way back into the shadows where the sound came from. I heard a choking noise and shut my eyes tight, wishing that I could just fail and rot in hell already instead of doing this. The man whispered a few harsh words and seemed to have let go of the person over there because I heard deep, sharp gasps. 

He appeared back into the light and grinned when he saw how I kept myself quiet, walking over to me and tilting my chin up to look him dead in the eyes. 

"If you bite your lips anymore, sweetheart, I'm afraid there won't be any left for me to kiss." 

I glared at him and forced my face out of his grasp, making him extremely pissed. He reached towards the cart, and my heart dropped as I realized what he was reaching for. He gripped the pliers and brought them towards my right hand that was tied to the chair, aligning it parallel to my pinkie's nail. 

I whined and tried to move my hand away, but it wouldn't budge. He snickered and gripped the tip of the nail with the pliers, slowly pulling it towards his direction. The tugging on my nail grew more intense as he continued to pull it towards him, causing me to shut my eyes and turn away. He was going to rip off my nail, but he was moving so slowly that I didn't know when exactly he would do it. 

Suddenly, he yanked his arm back at full force, taking the nail with him.

I screamed in pure agony as the overwhelming sensation of stinging pain and terror took over, the burning spreading throughout my body as every drop of blood from my finger hit the ground. My head was spinning as I looked down at the ground, my continuous tears mixing with my blood on the ground. My sobs grew louder and I felt him align the pliers on my ring finger, slowing tugging at it just like he did with the pinky. 

He yanked his arm back, removing yet another one of my nails and earning another ear piercing scream from me. My sobs grew louder and the chains echoed as I shook them violently, desperately trying to escape them. My hand felt like it was on fire, and I wanted nothing more for this to just be over. 

"Please, stop!" I cried out, unable to bare any of the pain. He had a total of eight more finger nails to do, then he had ten toe nails that could add on to my misery. 

He chuckled and placed the pliers back down onto the cart, making me cry out in relief. If he had ripped another nail off, I would have just given in. 

"See what happens when you act naughty, my precious Y/n? You get your pretty little fingernails removed and added to my collection." 

I held back the urge to throw up, a burning sensation threatening to fill my throat. This man was sick to the head, and it made me extremely nauseous. 

"You're a psycho." I managed to choke out despite my sobs, earning an eerie grin from him.

"Oh Y/n, you have no idea just how psychotic I can be."