⚠️graphic scenes⚠️
If you feel uncomfortable, a summary is in the end. If you wanna take it like a champ, read this and I'll give a virtual teddy bear"Hell is empty and all the devils are here."
—Shakespeare
She took breathing for granted until air is being stolen from her lungs. Her lips were sealed firmly to block any noise, but it was useless. Her movements were loud and clear and so was her scream— a scream that was garbled, muffled, intermittent, but none the less distressing and intense. Her wrists were tied together, as well as her legs, and she was crawling in the hard concrete floor in a foreign place and panic rose to her chest.
She hoped that someone would hear her. Chungha's eyes were pricked with tears and screamed again. It was enough to make the hair strand straight up on the back of grown man's neck. It was the loudest most piercing, it sounded of wild panic, a scream of hysteria and disbelief, bordering on terror.
'(Y/N) help me please! Please help! Oh-oh- god I'm so scared, help, help,' Chungha sobbed, shoulders wracking up and down violently, eyes, cheeks, and nose red; wrists and ankles purple and numb from the tightness of the ropes; mouth creating pools of drool from being left open for so long as the cloth dug itself around it; stomach churning, the feeling of cold vomit surfacing up back to her esophagus and at the back of her tongue and was forced to swallow it back.
"Oh, you're awake. Such a shame..."
The door clicked open and little footsteps could be heard coming towards Chungha.
BARK BARK!
"Yeontan, don't bother this sweet and wonderful girl shall you? We mustn't disturb (Y/N)'s dearest friends," Taehyung chuckles menacingly.
Chungha growled at the sight of him, body wiggling as she attempts to slip her hands off the rope circling her wrists so she could wrap her hands around his neck. "MMMPH!"
"What, are you uncomfortable with your mouth being occupied with a cloth?" Taehyung steps in front of her, legs squatting down to her height on the floor, and grabbing a ball of her hair and tugged it harshly, making the girl yelp in pain. "Sorry sweetheart, but we have to keep it shut so you won't say anything to my sweet (Y/N). Sweet, sweet (Y/N), isn't it wonderful to kiss her?"
Chungha whimpers in response, tears trailing down her eyes as she cried with more violence than any gale.
"You kissed my sweet (Y/N). Oh honey... I know everything," Taehyung grins.
"From her special moments with Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Park Jimin, and even yourself," He sang their names in a way that caused an unpleasant feeling of unease. He gathered saliva inside of his mouth and spat it onto Chungha's cheeks and smiled at her obvious discomfort. "To your guys' devious plans against them... it disgusts me knowing that other people touched her before myself, but hey, a man is patient and therefore a man gets the best reward."
Taehyung's eyes blanked. "But the best reward has to wait as you. Kim. Chung. Ha. Had found out my little secret with my itsy bitsy gadgets that could ruin MY REWARDS THAT I PATIENTLY WAITED FOR!"
His hands took out the cloth stuffed inside of Chungha's mouth to let the girl speak, to let himself hear her wonderful curses and screams and begging as he cradled Yeontan on his arms.
Once he had enough of her annoying voice, he stuffed the cloth again on her mouth while he let his fingers tangle with her hair and began dragging her to the wall and slammed her head until her scalp splits so wide you could see the white of her skull. Taehyung securely buckled her hands at the chains mounted on the wall to refrain her from moving and took the cloth out of her mouth again and smiled.

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