Voodoo Doll ➟ Taehyung

VI

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VI - Violence
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Taehyung knew she was angry. He just had a feeling. Her eyes were stony, but he could see a hint of irritation behind the stone. He wasn't sure what to do, or to say, so he stood like a squirrel; standing still and watching intently.

"I told you not to be late." She said again. Her tone mostly monotonous apart from the tinge of anger.

"I'm sorry," Taehyung replied, his heart in his throat. He was indeed scared, today was the day he could die, and no one would know how or why.

"Sorry for what?" She asked, "Sorry that you're late because you were too busy with your "girlfriend"?"

Taehyung was taken aback. He didn't know how she knew about Inseo. He also wasn't sure how she knew where he was.

"She's not my girlfriend," He defended, "I'm sorry fo-"

Without warning, Taehyung felt a stab in his upper thigh. He grimaced in pain as he held onto the leg whilst putting his weight on the other. He looked up to see the pin put deeply into the leg of the doll.

He could begin to feel the blood slowly trickle down his leg. He then felt another sharp pain worse than the first when she yanked the pin out of the doll's leg. Taehyung was gasping for air because he was beginning to feel light headed.

"I told you not to lie." And without further ado, before he could respond, she stabbed the doll again, this time with no aim. Luckily for Taehyung, it landed near his right collar bone.

He wasn't sure whether he should speak or not, but his throat was dry and sweat was beginning to form on his temple as he took deep breaths.

"Talk!" She commanded as she took the pin out and stabbed the same area. Wincing in pain, Taehyung let go of his leg and held his collar bone.

"I'm...not lying..." His voice cracked and he could feel a few stray tears roll down his face. Those were the wrong words to say as it only angered her more. She yanked the pin out again, stabbing his upper right arm.

Taehyung watched as the blood slowly dyed his white school shirt crimson and dripped into a small puddle on the floor.

"Please stop." He begged. He didn't want to die, at least not yet. She looked up at him, her stony eyes were now filled with anger. Anger and something else. Something Taehyung couldn't put his finger on.

She took the pin out of his arm and dropped it onto the table. She took the doll and wrapped her thumb and index fingers around the doll's neck and applying pressure.

Taehyung has played many "hold your breath" games, but he never thought suffocating would be worse. However, he was wrong. Very wrong.

He felt as no air could go through his airway. He needed air desparately. He began to see his vision becoming blurry, the pain in his limbs subsiding and his body becoming numb as it focused on the blocked airway. His head became heavier, and vision darker.

He could feel tears beginning to form at the corners of his eyes until everything went black, and the last thing he saw was the hem of her white summer dress.

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Taehyung woke up to the smell of bleach. It was a familiar smell by now. He was wearing bandages around his injuries again. He looked around to find his clothes lying on the chair again, all white and fresh as though they weren't dyed crimson from his blood from yesterday.

Or was it yesterday? Taehyung wasn't sure. The only source of information was his phone, which was across the room. He winced as he pulled the duvet off of his body and swung his legs over the side of the bed.