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An icy sensation floods over your body, ripping you back into consciousness. You groan as the wound on your head begins to throb, shooting needles through your skull. You slowly open your eyes, blinking a few times before realizing you can't see much out of your right eye; there's too much blood pooling into it.

"Wake up you stupid slut," you hear from a few feet in front of you. You shiver as you feel another bucket of water splash over your body.

You sluggishly start to sit up but are tugged back as you feel a tight squeeze on your wrists behind your back, keeping you in the chair you're sitting on. Your wrists are restrained against the back of the chair with zip ties, while your ankles are strapped to the legs. The restraints are so tight they've already begun cutting into your skin, making you whimper in pain.

As your vision slowly starts to clear up, you look around to get your bearings. You seem to be in a large, empty space surrounded by concrete walls. There are three figures standing before you in the direction the voice had come from.

You don't recognize the two bulky males clothed in all black, but you do recognize the grimy bitch in the middle.

"Hae-Ran," you grit, trying to ignore the pounding in your head.

She's also dressed in all black, wearing a black hoodie and black sweats with a beanie on top of her blonde head. The two men next to her are dressed in simple black t-shirts tucked into black jeans. They've got to be at least be 6 feet tall, and have more muscles on them than Namjoon and Jungkook combined. They also have beanies on, the only difference between the two is a scar that runs over one of their cheeks.

"Good morning, sunshine," she grins, taking a few steps closer to you. She gets within a few inches of you to grip your chin, yanking your face up to look at her.

"I just don't get it," she frowns, pushing her lips out in a pout. "Why did he pick an ugly whore like you?"

You try to speak but she releases her grip from your chin to wrap her hand around your throat, making you yelp as she slams you back against the chair. You momentarily forget about the ache in your head as she begins to crush your windpipe, smirking down at you while tears form in your eyes.

"Don't speak unless I give you permission," she seethes. "You got that?"

You lightly nod your head as much as her grip allows, knowing you're going to have to follow her orders if you want to survive. You gasp for breath as she releases her grip on your throat. Your lungs are begging for air as you lean forward to cough; the pain in your chest is almost excruciating.

You slowly rise in your chair as you catch your breath, Hae-Ran still smirking down at you. Looking to the hand that wasn't around your neck, all the blood escapes your face as you see the daunting knife she clutches in her left fist.

"Oh, this?" She grins, holding it in front of her chest like it's a shiny toy. "Don't worry, you and this little guy will get to know each other well."

You scream as she takes the blade to slice a thin cut across your right thigh, blood immediately oozing from the wound and dripping down the sides of your leg. The sound of her laughter fills what you've realized is an empty parking garage that she's brought you to.

"Okay," she giggles, almost sounding innocent. "That was fun. You can speak now."

You stare at her for a moment, trying to gather your words. Your mind is in overdrive, your adrenaline coursing through your body making it hard to think.

Calm down, [Y/N]. Breathe. Think.

"What..." you finally croak out. "What do you want?"

"Isn't it obvious?" She glares, her lip pushing back out to a pout. "I want you to give Joonie back to me."

Your eyes widen in shock, your mind unable to comprehend the situation.

She can't be this stupid.

"That's not really up to me," you grimace as you feel the zip ties dig deeper into your flesh. "He has to be the one to decide that."

"But I know him," she sighs, twirling the knife in her fingers. "He won't choose me unless you leave him. I need you to break his heart so he comes running back to me."

"Fine, I'll dump him," you say flatly. It's a lie but you'll say anything to please the nut job holding a weapon.

"You expect me to believe that?" She laughs. "I think I need to convince you a little more."

"I really like Namjoon, but not enough to risk my life for him," you say confidently, hoping she can't see all the fear behind your eyes. "This is a bit too much drama for me to handle in a relationship."

"Did you fuck him?" she asks, her eyes boring into you like icy daggers.

Apparently the panicked look on your face gives her the answer. "You fucking slut!" she shrieks, stabbing the knife into the same thigh she'd already cut.

Your head snaps back as you scream out in pain, distracting you from the blood now oozing from your wrists under the zip ties. "What the fuck?!" You exclaim, leaning forward again, panting from the pain coursing through your body.

She grabs the knife and yanks it from your leg, causing you to scream again as your blood splatters across the concrete. "Fuck!" you cry out, tears streaming down your face.

"He's calling you again," she growls, holding up your phone. The tears stream harder down your face as you see his name lit up on your screen. "The bastard has been ringing you nonstop. And don't even think about the ability for them to track you. I've shut all your location services off. And the cell towers around here won't be able to locate you."

You're still panting as you see the screen go dark, then immediately illuminating again as he tries to reach you. It's 10:30pm, it's been over two hours since he was supposed to pick you up. No wonder he's calling you nonstop, he's probably panicking since you disappeared out of nowhere.

Hae-Ran hands the phone to the man without the scar to her right. He slides the bar across to answer.

"Hello?" He says into the phone, his voice deep and professional.

You whimper as you hear Namjoon's voice on the other end, unable to make out what he's saying. Hae-Ran steps closer to you, pressing the knife against your throat.

"Make any noise and I'll kill you right here," she scowls, malice filled in her eyes. You bite your lip and nod, knowing she's serious.

"Yes, unfortunately Miss [Y/N] is really sick," the man continues. "She came to our hospital but is okay now."

Namjoon's voice gets a little louder and you have to bite into your lip even harder to stop yourself from sobbing.

"Unfortunately I cannot disclose her location due to patient confidentiality," he says coldly. "I can let you speak with her though."

He nods and turns toward you, muting the audio and pressing the speaker button as he brings it near your face. Your breath hitches as Hae-Ran pushes the knife further into your neck, the blade just slightly beginning to break the skin.

"You'll tell him you have a stomach bug, and that you're in a large hospital he can't get to," she growls. "Too many people would recognize him. Get him to stop calling or I'll cut your throat while he listens to it."

You nod, trying to calm your body's tremors.

The man unmutes the phone, bringing it within an inch of your face.

"Hey Namjoon," you croak out, putting emphasis on his full name. The shakiness in your voice is evident, causing Hae-Ran to tense in anger. "Ah, don't worry about my voice. I've thrown up a few times so I sound like a toad." Your cover seems to appease her as you see her relax next to you.

"Baby are you okay?" He asks, sheer panic in his voice. Hae-Ran glares down at you when she hears the pet name. "Where are you?"

Just the sound of his voice makes you want to burst into tears.

"I'm fine, Namjoon," you say his full name again, praying he picks up on your small signal. You're not calling him one of the three names he gave you. "I'm in a hospital and it's too crowded for you to come here."

He's silent on the other end of the phone.

"I'm sorry, Namjoon," you say again. "I'll need to reschedule our dinner."

Your eyes widen as you feel a familiar material pressed against your wrist.

"Also," you continue, trying not to sound too eager. "I know Nanami will try to track me, but I dropped my phone in the parking garage. My phone's cracked pretty badly, I'm lucky I can even use it for a phone call. Please tell her not to panic. She can't track me on my phone."

You specifically say the word "phone" repeatedly. Your smart watch and your phone have different data plans. You pay extra per month for your watch to have its own service, just in case you'd one day end up lost in South Korea without your phone. You have a glimmer of hope, realizing she might be able to track your watch.

Hae-Ran's in the top 1% of Korea's wealthiest families. They don't wear lowly commoner's gadgets like a smart watch, she probably doesn't even know how they work.

"Okay, [Y/N]," he says softly. "Are you sure you're okay?" Your throat tightens, unsure of whether he's picked up on your signals or not.

You'd better finally be putting that damn 148 IQ to work.

"Yeah I'm okay Namjoon," you say one last time as Hae-Ran presses the knife tighter to your throat. "I have to go now. The patient next to me is asleep. And please stop calling so much, it's disturbing the people here."

"Can you step out?" he asks, almost whining. "I don't want to hang up yet."

You gasp as Hae-Ran grazes her thumb over the wound on your leg, threatening to push into it. "No, I can't," you whimper, your voice shaking. "I think I'm going to throw up again. I'll talk to you later."

Before Namjoon can respond, the man hangs up the phone.

"I'm actually impressed," Hae-Ran smirks, easing the pressure of the blade off your neck. "You even got rid of the location problem for me. I don't know if you're brave or just stupid."

It takes everything you have not to snort at her stupidity. She's actually praising you for giving him signals to your location.

"I want to live," you shrug, starting to feel all the pain in your body as your adrenaline wears off. "I'm not trying to piss you off. I feel like we can talk this out. We got along at the bar. I know you're not all bad."

Her brows furrow, unsure if you're insulting her or complimenting her. She decides to ignore it and play along as she stands a few feet in front of you.

"Yeah, it's unfortunate," she sulks, cleaning the blade with a wet rag. "I had no idea the one you were waiting for was Joonie that night. I would've had you drink bleach instead of water."

Your whole body gets cold, from both fear and blood loss. The pain in your head is slowly creeping into your eyes, making it hard to focus.

"Why haven't you killed me yet?" you ask shakily, the pain in your head and leg causing you to panic. You're slowly losing your rationality to your fear as the physical agony begins to take over.

"Because I love Joonie," she frowns, marveling at the now clean blade before her. "He'd be sad if you died. So I'd rather convince you to leave him if I can help it."

Her words relieve you slightly but not much. You'll have to convince her that you'll leave Namjoon or she'll kill you. But you at least have a chance.

You take a couple deep breaths, trying to calm yourself.

Your only hope of surviving is to stall her. You can do this.

"What can I do to convince you?" you ask, your voice returning to normal. "I know you're powerful. Even if you got arrested you'd be out the next day. If the only way to protect myself is to leave him then I will."

"You're such a bitch," she grimaces. "It's disgusting how quickly you're willing to leave him. I'd easily sacrifice myself for him. I'm the only one who deserves him."

Your jaw slacks, trying to process what she's saying.

I lose whether I want to stay with him or not.

"You're right," you shrug, looking down. "I am a bitch. I'm selfish. I really thought I liked him but maybe I was wrong."

Her brow raises at you, encouraging you to continue.

"I've never loved someone like that," you wince as you adjust your position. "We may not agree on your method, but I can see that you truly love him. I can't compete with that."

Your throat tightens as you lie through your teeth. If anything, this has shown you that you feel even more strongly for him than you thought. This experience isn't scaring you away from him. It's making you want to crawl back into his arms and stay there forever.

She stares down at you for a minute, trying to figure out if you're lying or not. Apparently she decides to believe it as she flips her blonde hair over her shoulder. "You're annoying but at least you're smart," she snickers.

Her phone rings, making her jump. She pulls the device from her pocket and groans. "I need to take this. Stand here and watch her," she says to the men before walking out the door. "And don't touch her until I tell you so."

They both nod and adjust their positions to stand guard with their hands behind their backs, neither one looking you in the eyes. You slouch over in exhaustion as much as your restrained arms allow.

This is when you start really feeling the pain. Your head is pulsating, the blood still dripping into your right eye and landing into the wound on your thigh. The large puncture wound on your leg is still oozing blood and you're starting to get light headed, feeling the numbness in your limbs. You've never been in this much pain in your life.

You sit there in agony for what seems like an hour before Hae-Ran returns. "Sorry about that," she giggles. "Dad wanted to talk to me about something business related."

Your shoulders relax slightly before you feel the wind get knocked out of you, shooting excruciating pain through your torso. You cough as you double over in misery, feeling a cracked rib on your side. "I still won't forgive you for sleeping with him though," she snorts. She had apparently signaled one of the men to hit you, and they were quick to obey.

You hang your head as you lean forward, trying to catch your breath. Luckily your body is now in so much pain that you're beginning to go numb. The relief doesn't last long as you feel your head being yanked back, the front of your dress slowly being cut open from your chest down to your navel. The fabric falls to the sides, completely exposing your bra and stomach. The chilly air sends goosebumps over your body.

"I bet Namjoon won't want to be with you anymore once he finds out you fucked one of my men," she sneers, lightly tracing back up your chest with the knife, leaving a small trail of blood where it cuts.

Your stomach sinks and your throat clenches as you look over at the man with the scar to your right. He hasn't done or said much yet, and you're now realizing the purpose of him being here.

"Please," you beg Hae-Ran. "Please don't." Tears stream down your face as he moves closer to you, your sobs becoming uncontrollable.

"P-please," you plead between sobs, beginning to hyperventilate. "I'll n-never go near Namjoon a-again. Please." You're pulling against the zip ties on your wrists and ankles as hard as you can now, trying to close your legs but to no avail. The only thing you're doing is oozing more precious blood out of your body.

"Maybe you should learn not to be such a fucking sleaze?" Hae-Ran laughs as she watches the man rip the rest of the dress open, leaving you completely bare besides your undergarments. "Don't touch me!" you shriek, lungs burning from how loud you scream. "No!!!" Your voice shrills through the empty parking garage, the pitch is almost bloodcurdling. Your whole body is trembling in fear, shivering in disgust as he releases the fabric.

"I have to go now," she grins. "I'm not into voyeurism. But you can say hi to the camera over there." She points to the right corner of the room to a shiny smartphone perched on a black tripod.

The other man is still gripping your hair while the one in front of you grabs your throat. The tears stream down your face as you helplessly watch her walk out the exit, your body falling limp as you begin to give up. You close your eyes, not wanting to watch what's about to happen to you.

I'm sorry, Joon. I love you.

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Chapter 32

Not much to say today. No meme either.

This was 3k words gahhdamn.

I love you Borabitches.

Shoutout to my editor