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Prologue:
Kim Taehyung heaved gut retching sobs, a screeching echo in the darkness of the crawl space. Fat tears of horror and sweat drenched his clothes and hair as he struggles to breathe past the must of the gag. His nose swollen and red, moist from tears and snot resulted from hours of harsh crying making it near impossible to drag enough clean air to breathe. He looks around the makeshift prison to which he’s been thrown and sends out a desperate, silent prayer to God that he may live and make it out of this alive. He fights to calm his breathing enough to take in his surroundings, trying his best to find a way to escape. Nothing but darkness greeted him as far as his eyes could see. The sound of faint dripping could be heard in the background, most likely from the overhead pipes. Dampness and mildew coated the stone walls and pillars.
Straining his eyes Taehyung squinted to make out something, ANYTHING useful that could help him out even if just to commit to memory. He could make out the blurry image of a couple vents and a small entry panel. Right off the back he can see that the panel would be useless. The small door was made of thick steel instead of your typical wood, most likely sealed from the outside as well. The vents were boarded over with worn wood held together by rusted nails. The old white paint of the vents peeled like skin, the wood boarding allowing only the barest slivers of light to shine through. The pungent smell of mold hung heavily in the air. Taehyung felt fresh hot tears grace his lids as he did his best to ignore the inevitable.
Cold, blue tinged fingers dug into the dirt knowing that with the steel chains that encircled his wrist up to his elbows and entangled around his ankles that there was no way out. Taehyung once again tried his best to quench his tears in an attempt to regain the sense of false hope, knowing this was better than to lie in wait for death’s promise. Taking deep shuddering breaths, Taehyung’s brain sparked to life. Once he was sure he had enough air back into his lungs he began using his lips and tongue to push the makeshift gag out of his mouth.
His pouty lips quickly pucker and unpucker to loosen the tightness around his mouth. Once he felt it was loose enough, he forced his tongue between the small space of his chapped lips and added them to the fray. Using his tongue he pushed at the gag frantically knowing his captor could return any moment. Taehyung feels the gag, after many precious minutes perceived as hours have passed, start to give way. Wiggling his head around against the sodden dirt he managed to push the fabric past his lips and down his chin, Taehyung’s heart lightened with victory. A cry of joy ready to rush past his lips turns into a stuttered rasp of fear rippling past his bruised and dry throat as his ears pick up a sound. Taehyung heart stopped, breath lodged in his throat unintentionally choking himself. Faint as it was that sound was unmistakable, and steadily getting louder. Footsteps.