Description
A dark room, barely lit by the flickering red lights hung above on the ceiling. The light bulbs were broken, shards of broken glass laying on the stone cold floor. The walls were made with grey, hard and rigid rock, engravings on some rocks. Cold, metal chains were attached to the wall, straining against the stone barrier. Writhing against the metal restraints, soft pants were the only sounds in the silent room. A blonde boy, small and fragile fought against the chains, his hands tied behind his back and a black silk cloth tied over his eyes. Tears marks strewn across his cheeks, fresh ones falling one by one on the stone floor. His blonde hair was messy, from all the struggling. His clothes were ripped, barely covering him and revealing the red scratches and scars messily scattered on his body. "Who are you...?" The blonde prisoner whispers out, and he felt the hand leave his chin, another low chuckle echoing the red-lit room. "Your worst nightmare." (Based of by Red Lights- Stray Kids) Enjoy Reading! 💖 (Cross-posted on AO3)
~ You know I can't leave you alone ~
