L’Appel Du Vide (M)
Author’s Note: This request for serial killer Taehyung was from quite a while ago (I’m talking months) from @unpretty-writer, and it’s been brewing in my mind ever since she suggested it. I was constantly jotting down ideas any time they came to mind, and about a week ago I finally had enough inspiration to sit down and write it. I’m still not fully satisfied with it, but I do have moments I’m quite proud of. I want to thank a multitude of people for helping me finish this; you know who you are. I hope you enjoy it, loves.
I will say do pay attention to the timeline. There’s a reason for everything.
Word Count: 9,408 this is the longest piece I’ve ever written.
Warning: This contains mentions of blood and a bit of torture, amongst other elements associated with this genre.
Friday, 24:45pm, Present Time
Penthouse Suite, Top Floor
“Please,” barely a whisper, the word that left your lips cracked in your dry throat, difficult to get out. His fingertips slithered their way up your bare arm, small bumps forming at his delicate touch. He kissed your exposed shoulder, the heat sinking into your skin and making your heart pound against your ribcage. He nuzzled his nose up your neck, breathing you in, reveling in the scent of nothing but pure, unadulterated fear; this is what he lived for, these prolonged moments consumed by your anticipation of his next move.
Your breath hitched the moment the sharp tip of the knife danced across your skin, sliding against the back of your shoulders, Taehyung using it to push your hair to the side. His free hand which had skimmed the surface of your arm now took hold of your strands and tugged hard, exposing the nape of your neck to the now frigid air of the lavish hotel room. His mouth descended upon you, licking a sliver upwards upon your flesh, your pulse pumping beneath the tip of his tongue. Heart rate rising and breaths quickening, your eyes shut tight; the rapid rise and fall of your chest was beautiful to him, and he cherished the sight. He could feel you tremble beneath him, and when his teeth nibbled at your earlobe, he captured the shaky sigh that fell from your exquisite red-stained lips by placing his mouth upon your own in a heated kiss.
This was it. You were going to die. And you were absolutely terrified.
