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' i closed my eyes and held a breath that was escaping my parted lips. thinking of a happier place. a place that wasn't seeing the lifeless body. '
he always seems happy when coming down to see me, but today he was too enthusiastic. then i have to ask myself, which day is it.
"oh my dear kitten, how are you today? i'm doing amazing that's for sure!
today is just so special, so exciting for the both of us! this day has waited so long to come, and we can finally celebrate!"
his empty voice trailed off as he walked into the back room of his mostly empty, dark cellar. later returning with a bag that unfolded out onto the ground.
"i only want to use the best on you, since you are the best behaved. just don't struggle so much,
or i can always get the ropes aside from the ones around your hands and ankles."
the tone in his voice was dark, and emotionless. another new taehyung, that i'm forced to deal with.
the only issue is, this one scares me. i'm already so vulnerable around him, so powerless.
so i stay quiet, obeying him once more.
"there's my good kitten, now remember to stay like this. you don't want me getting mad do you?"
i can't say anything back to him, i'm not paying attention. my eyes are focused on the many knives, needles, and matches in front of me on the floor.
and then there's the one, lone, hand gun, on the floor next to his thigh.
"t-taehyung what are doing?"
"what did you call me?"
his voice is once again filled with anger at my choice to drop the name he wants me to call him.
"daddy.."
the one word i needed to say, only came out as a quiet mumble but he still accepted it and grabbed one of the more sharper knives out of the bag.
his footsteps to get near me didn't make much noise, neither did he. he was relaxed, at ease with what he was going to do.
