The room was completely dark. The air smelled foul, like something old and rotten. Suddenly, a single light bulb flickered on, casting a weak, yellow light.
The light revealed dark stains on the floor and walls. Puddles of blood were scattered everywhere, giving the room a terrifying appearance. In one corner stood an old, rusty metal chair, its arms and legs fitted with leather straps.
In the center of the room, a large table was cluttered with scattered tools that looked recently used. The room was eerily quiet, except for the occasional drip of water echoing in the distance.
In another corner, a small, broken window let in a sliver of moonlight, casting eerie shadows. The stench seemed stronger near the window.
On the far wall, written in blood, were the words:
•NO ESCAPE•
The letters were large and uneven, soaked in blood.
The flickering light made the shadows dance, giving the room a haunting feel.
A man walked toward his captive, his eyes cold and calculating. The captive looked at him and whispered fearfully, "Kim Taehyung"
"Oh, so you know me. Nice, nice, but..." He paused, looking the captive up and down.
"Tsk, tsk, see what you did. Now you're here, so..." He cleared his throat and continued, "Welcome to our torture chamber"
He stared at the captive as if he could burn him with his gaze alone and snarled, "You made a grave mistake by eyeing my husband. How could you look at him, try to force him when he refused you? How dare you even touch him? Don't you know he’s mine? All MINE?"
He growled the last words, causing the captive to shiver at the sound of his voice.
"Well, you've got some guts, I must say. But now, you'll face the consequences. Let's get started quickly as I have to go home too, hmm?" Taehyung grinned creepily.
Tied to the rusty metal chair, the captive trembled as Taehyung approached with a scalpel. With chilling precision, he inflicted shallow cuts along the captive's arms, drawing blood and eliciting screams of agony.
Ignoring the captive's cries, Taehyung grabbed a pair of pliers and broke the captive's fingers, causing excruciating pain.
After subjecting the captive to unimaginable torment, Taehyung finally plucked out the captive's eyeballs with a swift, practiced motion, tossing them to waiting animals. They pounced on the fleshy orbs with ferocious hunger, tearing into them with sharp teeth and claws.
"Boys, shh..." he whispered, placing a finger to his lips.
"Calm down. These are all yours. Play with them for a while, and when you're hungry, you can eat that, hmm?" he said, referring to the eyeballs.
After giving the eyeballs to the animals, Taehyung slowly turned around to face another man standing before him. With a sinister smirk, he met the gaze of his accomplice.
"Don't let him know about this" Taehyung said, referring to his husband, in a low, commanding voice to his right-hand man.
"Okay" the right-hand man replied, trembling slightly.
As Taehyung left the scene behind, he headed home and went to his office room. Inside, he took a moment to freshen up, stepping into the attached bathroom for a quick bath. Emerging in clean clothes, he gazed out through the large glass wall that overlooked the city.
With a cigarette in hand, he watched the lights of the city below, lost in thought. His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door.
His husband entered the room, his steps soft. Taehyung's gaze softened as he called out, "Jungkookie" in a gentle voice, extinguishing the cigarette in the ashtray.
"What are they doing? Are they asleep?" he asked, referring to their kids, watching as Jungkook came closer.
"Yes, they're asleep. They were tired from playing all day" Jungkook replied, sitting on the nearby table.
Taehyung moved to him and hugged him tightly. "I missed you so much"
Jungkook smiled, hugging him back. "I missed you too"
They stayed there, hugging each other for some time. Then Jungkook spoke. "Come on, you need to rest. I know you're tired"
Taehyung nodded. "Yes, I am" he admitted, leaning into his comforting presence as they moved towards the bedroom.
As they entered their bedroom and he lay down, cuddling with his husband, Jungkook gently caressed Taehyung's hair. "You did well, baby" he whispered, a smirk playing on his lips. The unexpected shift in his demeanor was startling.
He continued to caress Taehyung's hair, his touch soothing and familiar. His smirk softened into a gentle smile as he watched his husband relax under his touch. Eventually, after some time, he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep beside his husband.
But no one knows...
In the cold, dark basement, the faint moonlight revealed secrets written on the walls, telling of the horrors that had happened there.
