daddyjuancock

A freakishly tall man appeared as if he was a wandering corpse, staggering towards the two teens at a rapid rate. Taehyung couldn't see what he looked like since a gas mask was evident on his entire head. He had on a once-white lab coat draped over him with a torn business suit loosely hanging on him. He was hauling an enormous bucket of red liquid, it was dripping continuously onto the damp floor. 
          	
          	Drip. Drip. Drop. 
          	
          	Taehyung started to cry, hot tears streamed down without any signs of stopping. He was definitely going to die, and not in a pleasant way either. The suffocating room was radiating in heat, causing Taehyung's brown locks to stick miserably to his bruised face. 
          	
          	Drop. Drip. Drop. 
          	
          	The man advanced towards the other boy with his trickling bucket. In Taehyung's perspective, one of the stranger's long legs seemed injured - since he kept his weight on his other leg. His rough hand not holding the bucket reached out towards the other boy slowly, as if to taunt him. Taehyung's breathing has increased since a new odor has entered itself into his senses. It emanated like.  .  .  metal?
          	
          	Drip. Drip. Drip. 
          	
          	"NO! Get away from me, you psycho!" The boy cries, using all his strength to back away from the stranger with his legs, "PLEASE!" The dark red fluid had started to spill from the bucket and onto to the boy Taehyung has only known for a couple seconds, it was trickling on his blue shirt and gray jeans. 
          	
          	Drop. Drop. Drop. Drop. Drop. 
          	
          	The man disregarded his pleading words as he forcibly grabs the tied boy with his free hand, making the teen stumble up, "NO! NO!" The man pulled the boy towards the door in silence, except the room was echoing of piercing screams by the teenage boy. 
          	
          	Drip. . . Drop . . .
          	
          	Before the boy was simply dragged out of the room, Taehyung caught a glimpse of the boy's name tag. 
          	
          	'Park Jimin.'
          	
          	The stainless steel door slams shut with the shivering Taehyung alone in the darkness  - the eerie chamber was in silence once more. 
          	
          	end

-minthethic

this is art.
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daddyjuancock

A freakishly tall man appeared as if he was a wandering corpse, staggering towards the two teens at a rapid rate. Taehyung couldn't see what he looked like since a gas mask was evident on his entire head. He had on a once-white lab coat draped over him with a torn business suit loosely hanging on him. He was hauling an enormous bucket of red liquid, it was dripping continuously onto the damp floor. 
          
          Drip. Drip. Drop. 
          
          Taehyung started to cry, hot tears streamed down without any signs of stopping. He was definitely going to die, and not in a pleasant way either. The suffocating room was radiating in heat, causing Taehyung's brown locks to stick miserably to his bruised face. 
          
          Drop. Drip. Drop. 
          
          The man advanced towards the other boy with his trickling bucket. In Taehyung's perspective, one of the stranger's long legs seemed injured - since he kept his weight on his other leg. His rough hand not holding the bucket reached out towards the other boy slowly, as if to taunt him. Taehyung's breathing has increased since a new odor has entered itself into his senses. It emanated like.  .  .  metal?
          
          Drip. Drip. Drip. 
          
          "NO! Get away from me, you psycho!" The boy cries, using all his strength to back away from the stranger with his legs, "PLEASE!" The dark red fluid had started to spill from the bucket and onto to the boy Taehyung has only known for a couple seconds, it was trickling on his blue shirt and gray jeans. 
          
          Drop. Drop. Drop. Drop. Drop. 
          
          The man disregarded his pleading words as he forcibly grabs the tied boy with his free hand, making the teen stumble up, "NO! NO!" The man pulled the boy towards the door in silence, except the room was echoing of piercing screams by the teenage boy. 
          
          Drip. . . Drop . . .
          
          Before the boy was simply dragged out of the room, Taehyung caught a glimpse of the boy's name tag. 
          
          'Park Jimin.'
          
          The stainless steel door slams shut with the shivering Taehyung alone in the darkness  - the eerie chamber was in silence once more. 
          
          end

-minthethic

this is art.
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daddyjuancock

Drip. 
          
          ". . . re you okay. . . ?" 
          
          As if his eyes had a switch to turn itself back on, Taehyung squinted to discover a teenage boy about his age with ebony black hair right in front of him. His tense arms tied tightly behind his back while remaining a few meters away from him, sprawled out on the floor like Taehyung. 
          
          Drop.
          
          The raven-haired was drenched in his own sweat, his blue t-shirt clung to his fit physique like glue. He was indeed a pretty boy, Taehyung conceived.  It seemed he has a name tag clipped onto his shirt, but Taehyung didn't care at the moment.
          
          He was going to die, who gives a damn about names?
          
          Oh, the dripping noise stopped, Taehyung thought to himself, trying to take in his surroundings. 
          
          The pair was in an empty windowless stretching room, both the walls and the ground was rotten with mold and moistened from an unknown substance - Taehyung didn't even want to take a guess on what it was. Anxiety was starting to kick itself in, making the small teen tremble in fear. He glanced to his left, a single steel door was greeting him menacingly. 
          
          Taehyung went to study at the male in front of him once more, trying his best to speak, "n - no." The boy gave Tehyung a hesitant grin, struggling in his tied arms. 
          
          "I'm not either," he says hoarsely, giving up on trying to escape his ropes, " but - "
          
          That same steel door flew open abruptly, making Taehyung recoil at the unexpected loud noise. The boy in front of him looks as if he was going to faint any second as he stares wide-eyed at the door, shaking in his position. 
          
          end of part 2.

daddyjuancock

so, i got bored. here's my attempt at horror (which is never really my type of writing oof)
          
          Drip. 
          
          A young male figure in the unfamiliar dimly lit room shifts to his side uncomfortably on the oddly sturdy concrete floor, gasping for air. 
          
          Drop. 
          
          The pungent odor of gasoline intoxicates his clogged nostrils, inducing him into a hacking session - causing his weak fractured arm to cover his split, parched lips. 
          
          Drip. 
          
          His heavy eyes attempt their hardest to find their sight - anything - but to no avail. He felt so apprehensive, so terrified as to why he was in this current situation. 
          
          Drop.
          
          Kim Taehyung was his name, you see. One moment, he was happened to be at his girlfriend's - Jin-young - residence for her birthday celebration, gleefully harmonizing along with her favorite idol's song, IU's 'Palette.' They sang while consuming the sugary cake he bought and practically inhaling bottles of soju - a Korean alcoholic beverage. The next moment, it did not seem it was of that no more.
          
          Drip. 
          
          Taehyung, somehow, succeeds to swallow what is left of his saliva due to his thirstiness. That noise of something trickling off the echoing hollow walls was deliberately driving him demented. 
          
          Drop.
          
          Or perhaps it was not even in the room at all. Groaning, he lifts himself off the ground, immediately falling back down with an intense jabbing sensation in his ribs. Taehyung couldn't even muster out a cry of pain, that is how much discomfort he was experiencing. 
          
          end of part 1.