Your head is pounding and voices in the background are faint. Two people maybe? You couldn't think straight and you were too scared to open your eyes. You didn't know what to expect and you didn't have a sense of direction due to the chemicals. Where could you possibly be now, after what happened? What did they mean by "Be gentle"?
You were too caught up in your thoughts to realise that the voices you previously heard had now stopped and the room fell silent. Too silent. Like a predator silently stalking its prey, watching it until it makes a move. Your heart started to thud dramatically against your rib cage, scared of what you would open your eyes to.
Slowly you peeled your eyes open but before you could process anything, a blinding light stung your eyes making a slight groan of discomfort spill out of your mouth. Eventually, you got used to the lighting change but to your surprise, the location you were in was drastically different from what you expected.
No chains clinging to your wrists and ankles, no metal table crowded with syringes and scalpels. Just light grey wallpaper, warm lighting and soft bed sheets. "The hell?" you asked yourself out loud half expecting someone to answer and jump out at you, again. But nothing; you were alone and it was calming. You finally decided to come to your senses and at least try and find out your location.
(Refer to the image) You were lying on top of a soft bed with matte black covers with black satin trim. Behind you there were two long windows covered by lace curtains, a large wardrobe split in two by a big mirror and further down the room there was a black coloured vanity. Beautiful. However, as you scanned the room from right to left, your eyes fell upon a small cushioned stool in the centre of the room in front of the bed you were on.
There was someone there. Already sitting down, male and had his body hunched forward, facing away from you, looking in deep thought. You stayed quiet. Luckily you were still in the same clothes as you were before you ended up here. You hated the thought of a stranger's hands on your indecent body.
You began to slowly make your way off the luxuriously soft bed onto the cold, polished wooden floor, barefooted, trying to head to the door on the side of the room. You begged that the man wouldn't turn round and see you trying to sneak away. As you began your journey away from the bed, you decided to take a glance at the man sitting down just so you could report him to the police when you escape.
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Bts - Kidnapped
Fanfiction~Written from reader's perspective You're an average teenage girl who is left alone for one night. However, just before you are about to go to bed a strange figure creeps into your room. The next thing you know you are somewhere unknown, in a stran...
