The blonde boy started trembling as he begged the people outside to open the door. His words unclear but his anguish more than evident in his desperate cries. His mind had shut out all the calls of his name coming from the other side of the door. His sanity only recalling the events of the torture and darkness of his past. It was happening again. He was getting caged again. No matter how many years you spend in imprisonment. No matter how many years you endure the life of torment, you never get used to it. So wasn't Taehyung.

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His whole body started shaking as the dark figure loomed out of the corner. Its smile more petrifying than ever, body getting larger with every step it took. He had a baseball bat in his hand, wrapped around with barbed wire. Taehyung's teared stained cheeks started getting washed with fresh warm liquid that was now cascading at an even quicker rate. As his eyes travelled to the spikes on the bat he imagined the pain, that will be even more intensified today. It hurts getting whipped with a strip of leather or the sturdy wooden stick, but with spikes added to it, it gets even more bloody. Soon Taehyung will be choking over his own blood all his cries will go unheard. 

Taehyung pushed at the wheels of his wheelchair, trying to get as far away  from the monster as possible. The dark figure of his tormentor started getting closer, and soon Taehyung dropped the clock in his hand that he had picked back up as a safety weapon. Its glass breaking and shattering everywhere. His shaking hands couldn't hold it steady anymore. He wanted to beg him to stop. He wanted to shout at to him to stand where he is but the poor boy didn't even know how to beg. The word "Help" being something he never learned. 

With those same trembling hands he tried to push himself out of the wheelchair, so he could run away like others, so he could run away from the monster in front of him. But how he could escape from the monster in his head?

He (His) legs immediately gave up on him and with a loud thud his body dropped on the floor. There was no escaping anymore, for the monster now stood right in front of him. His smile grew even more sinister as he swung the bat above his head before it made contact with Taehyung's already scarred skin. He was getting struck by the bat again and again. Each time getting deeper wounds. With every ounce of blood he lost, the closer he got to unconsciousness. That thought pleased the monster a lot. But how could he feel the pain? How could the monster hurt him when he was only in his head? 

It couldn't.

But the shards of glass in Taehyung's hand could. It wasn't the monster's, but his own hand that went above his head before piercing the glass into his skin. It wasn't the monster but his own lips that had curved itself into a sinister smile. He could see it all in the dressing mirror in front of him. There was nothing in his head anymore. 

Right now. Taehyung was the monster.

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"D-Did you hear that Hyung? Something broke inside. Taehyung's not even shouting anymore. What if he's hurt? Please do something." Jungkook desperately cried out as his wolf was getting restless. He could feel that something is severely wrong. He wanted control. He wants to go close to his mate and protect him in his embrace but Jungkook can't let that happen. Shifting right now will be useless. His wolf won't be able to do anything in this situation.

"I called Namjoon. He has a spare key, he'll be here any minute now." Jimin said as he tried to stay strong for the sake of Jungkook.

"What if he's too late? We have to break the door somehow." Jungkook stated as he started pacing around and kicked at the door.

"We have been trying to do that for ten minutes now. The door is newly installed so the hinges and lock are too strong. Just keep calling for him. He'll definitely respond to you." Jimin counselled.

"I have been calling his name for 10 minutes too, he isn't responding!" He shouted this time. His wolf was at the edge. He doesn't know how much longer he can hold him back before he takes control and starts attacking everyone in his sight seeing them all as a possible threat. 

Yoongi growled at Jungkook as he pushed Jimin behind him, his own wolf getting alerted for his mate's safety.

"This is perfect! Fucking lounge at each other and tear each other's head off! Take me too so I can escape all this stress and we can leave Taehyung to die!" All of their's mental state was a mess right now, but Jimin couldn't let that affect their sanity when they needed it the most. Yoongi and Jungkook soon snapped out of it as they once again tried their level best to be in control. 

Jungkook tried to think of a way to break the door and soon ran to their garage. When he came back he had a hammer, chisel and driller in his hand. Without speaking another word he stared drilling a hole near the lock, then another one right next to it. He then gave the chisel to Yoongi who held it next to the drilled hole. With one single hit of hammer on the chisel it pierced a hole through the door and was able to expand the already present hole. When the hole was big enough to peek through Jungkook bent down to put his eye on it. The room was dark but he could still see it.

Taehyung wasn't moving.

Jungkook didn't bother with using a driller or chisel anymore and just kept striking the hammer as hard as he can manage on the holes he had created. The hole was now large enough to slip a hand in, but his hands couldn't fit. He immediately moved out of the way to let Jimin try it and so the lean hands of the Omega slipped in and unlocked the door from the inside.

For a minute he wished he hadn't. He wished he wasn't the first one to behold this horrific sight. His legs gave up on him. His mind no longer able to handle the terror in front of him. It was a blood bath. Crimson blood trickled down from all over Taehyung's body. Shards of glass inserted straight and deep. In his hands, in his thighs, the force Taehyung had applied was so strong that it was even able to tear through his clothes. 

The monster was able to achieve the unconsciousness he so deeply desired.

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