Torn (btsxreader)

26.Nightmare

*warning: mature audiences only"

Darkness fills the whole of her void, curled into herself she lay spilling the most innermost parts of herself.

The banks of her eyes held shimmering diamonds praying tell to her misfortune. Lashes shadowed her golden, dewy skin, tears ready to stain the length of her cherry red cheeks.

Her nose grew red like in the tales of that oh so special reindeer. Heat tickling her skin making up for the empty shivers of her lone body.

Like a great waterfall she soon became as liquid shimmered down the flustered apples of her cheeks like a leaking faucet. Hiccups slipped passed her plump red lips with no warning as sobs shook her quivering body.

Suddenly, firm and strong hands pulled her body from her grasp, retracting her from an inner ball of pain and only causing more. Pinning her to the floor of the plain white room, harsh grips kept her wracking body still. Push, pull, kick or wrangle as much as she may she couldn't be freed.

Finally, in submission she settled down, in turn taking a good look and clearing her surroundings. Front of her where seven, evil grinning dark figures. Unable to discern any features all she could see were blurring outlines of their undeniable snickers and smirks.

Cold sir swept up the skin of her back; finally she realized her situation. Five figures held her down. The head, arms and shoulders, and legs and thighs, confirming she was absolutely still, in-fact, she had no choice but to be.

They laughed and laughed at her misery, all while she glared at the cheshire smiles mocking her.

Two men stood empty and free- handed, shrill laughs escaping the whites of their terrifying smiles. Hands started travelling the length of her body, one from her leg up, another tracing the flatness of her stomach. Soon enough, the same hands found their way to her articles of clothing, ripping them off with shear strength leaving her in nothing but her undergarments.

Letting out a whimper, the girl screeching pleaded for them to stop, desperate enough to say she would do anything just to remain chaste. Sadly, her cries did not reach their ears as the lustful, empty, red eyes slanted at her form. Like empty balls of scarlet they traced along her form with no shame, cruel laughs sounding about the room.

Greedy hands traveled their way to her last pieces of cloth, teasing the area before readying to peal them off like worn out bandages.

Dirty. She felt incredulously dirty. The hands roaming her body without her consent, making her feel as if covered in a thick coat of dirt and blood. She could swear the moment they laid hands on her she could only smell the most pungent of aromas. It had felt like she had just gotten out of a dumpster. She felt like literal garbage.

"Stop", she wailed, tears tracing her cheeks more than ever before; Like tidal waves washing over a sea as she began to try to harm the figures in any way possible, hands wrangling, trying to scratch the hands containing her.

Looking around blearily due to her blinding ocean of tears and haze, she began screaming for help, as if anyone was there to help her.

".....on", the words barley registered in her head as she went on screaming and thrashing.

"Come on!" the voice boomed throughout the crevices of the cubed room.

Too busy crying out in fear, she kept on resisting, too deaf to hear anything besides the sounds of her pain.

"Wake up!!", the heavy voice rumbled in a terrifying tone.

Up she flew, the hands shackling
her gone, sweat covering her trembling body.

The bed cried out at the sound of her sudden jump, her heart pounding in her ears like rhythmic drums.

Worried eyes glanced at her alarmed state, "you were having a bad dream, you had me worried", said the tanned man sitting beside your hospital bed.

Though he sounded sincere you couldn't help but be hostile to him, because you knew that putting yourself forward and leaving yourself bare; that trusting someone, can literally bring about your own destruction.

"Like you care", you scoffed, not giving into to the pretty words that slipped out of his blood red lips.

"Believe me or not, I do care"

You blew out a laugh of amusement through your nose, still not believing a thing coming from this guy, the same great 'Mafia king' you were supposed to seduce. Who knows of the lies weighing on his back.

"If you cared as much as you said you did I wouldn't have ended up in a hospital bed" you retorted, taking a glance of the room.

"Tell that to those 3 dead men", he pointed at the the tv screen.

Of course. The lengths he would go to; why expect any less.

A weak chuckle escaped your mouth just thinking of the thought, even though you had seemed to be showing a certain spite for this  man, why is it you couldn't help but be anymore emotion-less?

Your eyes void of their twinkle, your frail body showered with bruises and your skin frighteningly pale. Though you convinced the man himself, and maybe even you yourself you were still feeling anger, hate or at least something, it just felt like you just didn't care at all anymore.

You wanted to feel, to hold onto any emotions, painful or not. To feel the littlest bit humane, but you felt just the opposite. You felt like an animal.

It was almost as if you were all to used to the pain by now.

At this point the only one who could truly hurt you was you.

To be continued......

So this turned out to be a short chapter but I haven't updated in a while and so I I focused more on the quality than the quantity.

Plus second semester in hs is stressful

Even though not a lot of people are reading this I will try to update more often, might even re-write the first few chapters (they kinda bad)

Anyways please support me and give me feedback bc it helps to know my book is giving the same effect that books I read give me.

Leena:) Authornim out ✌️ peace 😂😂