"You're awake." a lazy and uninterested voice speaks from the dark.
He might have noticed you by the rustling noises from the chains you triggered when you flinched from the stinging light from the bulb just above your figure.
You just woke up and things are blurred.
"Who are you?" you asked, looking around.
Your eyes began to see better and this place is far from familiar. You are placed in a dental chair, hands and feet locked in cold silver chains that creates sharp noises that slices through the silence whenever you move.
The place looks like an abandoned place reeking with smell of dead rat or trash. The room is dark around, on the far left you can see red faint lights that may be an exit and your place have a bright light above you, the only light.
You are alone with this stranger who is busy on his own business at your near right. You catch a glimpse of the long table he is working on but that's all you could make out with all this darkness.
He moves and you could hear metals clink and scissors snip.
'I remember now... I may have been kidnapped by this creepy bastard while walking at the midnight street. Defenseless and alone.. what was I thinking...'
[BTS Jungkook 'Begin' short film version whistle]
He whistles while walking towards you. You hear the footsteps getting louder but you didn't spare a glance afraid to see a creepy ugly maniac.
The steps stop, making you bob your head in his direction unconsciously. The light shines and reveals your kidnapper.
There you see a man probably on his mid twenty's pale as snow and jet black hair. You stare at his shoes, his black pants, his casual outfit with a lab coat settled above his black polo top and his face that remains expressionless and his eyes.., his lips forms into a smirk when your eyes met met with yours.
You looked away at the thought of you, shamelessly checking out the kidnapper.
He held a box cutter, switching it up and down creating noises that could tear your ears. Its silent after all and you hate that sound.
He starts walking again, "I'm your doctor, Suga." he said, stopping in front of your laying figure. He smirks, looking right into your eyes and you could see his seriousness.
How can he be serious. Nah I don't buy it. I think he's insane.
fucking doctor wannabe
You held your laugh in and successfully plants a straight face.
How can someone so handsome be here, he could apply to a job and one glance you'd want him in. He could fish a lot of young customers.
He stands there waiting for a reaction but you didn't give one. His face, emotionless, swiftly stabs your ankle.
.
.
almost, he stopped abruptly and looked for a reaction. It would take one more inch for it to reach your ankle. But you heed no reaction.
You aren't as frightened as anyone would've been in this situation. You have watched too many scary violent and disturbing things in VR, games, and 3D on cinemas.
It was a hobby and it helped now. You didn't want to entertain this slug. You know very well that being afraid in this kind of situation, will make this man satisfied and you knew very well to be wise not like those dumb people on movies that doesn't hesitate to jump on traps.
glad i knew better
"Doctor? Psh." you scoffed, looking back bravely at his gaze. He looked at you with a sleepy uninterested look.
That continued and he didn't look away, you knew he won't.
Every second you fight to keep this staring game, it hurts, given that the bright bulb was just above your form.
"Tss," you spat looking at the dark side of the room to regain stable sight. After that he looked away with a disappointed sigh.
"Aren't you afraid?" he asked, looking at the box cutter in his hands before doing it up and down creating noises.
He stops and looked at your confused glare. He licks his bottom lip and smirked, as he slides the closed box cutter at your thigh.
"No." you said, confidently. But deep inside your ocean of thoughts you are.
You swat his cutter away from your body. As you thought of something merciless.
You aren't afraid of dying, but you are afraid of being tortured to death and that's the worse; torture, making you beg for your own life or to just die.
He looked at your exposed thigh as your skirt went up earlier.
Suga nodded and walked over to your right stopping right beside your waist he looked down on you and laughed.
Showing his insanity, this guy is demented, mentally unstable, wicked.
'My acting didn't work?' you thought watching him laugh.
"You're saying..." he stopped and let silence fills your ears, to add the thrill. He looked at you with those lazy stares again, he looked bored and scary, "that you aren't afraid of me?" he continued, emphasizing the word you whilst playing with the cutter.
Now you're emotions battle inside you. He seemed scary, his grumpy voice didn't sound good, even though his voice sounds like a whisper.
You hummed in agreement.
He leans closer to you...
" I will dissect you alive." he whispered, licking your earlobe sensually and leaving it wet cold.
"Just kill me." you whispered back. Trying the best to sound determined and strong, not shaky and hesitant.
His warm breath hits your neck and sent shivers almost turning you on.
But being a lady right now, won't help. So you pushed him off and released a scowl. He chuckles deeply not happy but amused.
He looks at you and stop chuckling. He smirks and sat beside your lying body.
He brought out the box cutter and started.