Fucking shit. I tugged on my hair as I slammed my fist onto the table.

Jin hyung flinched before asking, "Yah, Jungkook-ah, what's wrong?"

I slid my phone onto the table so everyone could see the photo. I heard gasps and sighs, while some were speechless.

But it wasn't just a picture.

"That's... Y/N." Taehyung sighed as he continued to look at the photo.

I stared in disbelief and anger. Why the hell would they bring her into this?¿

I showed Bangtan the texts. "I'm getting her back, now." I said, standing up before Namjoon grabs my wrist.

"Jungkook, we will get her back. We just need a solid plan or else we'll be caught in a bad situation." Namjoon says calmly. I don't understand how he's calm right now since she's been taken. Or it's just me.

"Okay... let's start with the plan then". Hoseok hyung suggested, obviously we start with a plan.

Eventually they took my blindfold off. I tried to examine their faces first, but they wore face masks—and the only thing it didn't cover were their eyes.

I observed my surroundings next, but there wasn't much. It was like a small room—I wonder if we're in a big place with many other rooms. If they're doing this to other girls as well. Unfortunately, there weren't any open spaces or weapons that I could escape or use.

"Don't try to escape. It's useless, there are many people that will come for you." A deep voice called out.

"What do you want from me?" I asked.

"What do we want from you, princess? Oh nothing. We just want Jungkook and you're the bait." I could tell he was smirking. I want to break his jaw.

"How do you know me?" I asked.

"Talkative today, huh? It wasn't hard finding you."

I wonder if Jungkook knows. Maybe he doesn't. Maybe he does. Is he coming? Will he save me before my misery comes? I ask myself more questions that I wish I knew the answer to.

I push the thought away as I start counting the minutes that roll by. I waited for the men to slowly leave, which—took forever. There was one left, but he wasn't paying attention to me enough to know that I was planning my escape.

I scanned the ground to see if there was anything, anything at all to get me out of the chair I was so tightly tied to. A knife to cut a rope would work but how would I even find one? I sighed in defeat. I guess I have to wait.

It's been over 60 minutes—one hour since I've started counting and my stomach is growling like it hasn't eaten in days. Well—it sorta hasn't. I wonder if dinner time has even come yet. Maybe it's already tomorrow.

One of the men in masks came in, holding a tray filled with food—which, looked amazing. But I might have to sacrifice it.

"How the hell am I suppose to eat it with my hands clasped in rope?" I asked, rolling my eyes.

He sighed deeply as he untied me while muttering incoherent words.

Think fast...

As soon as he untied my hands, I placed my hand at the back of his head and slammed it down onto the table, hard. "Damnit, you bitch!" He yelled, holding his head with his hands.

I ran as fast as my tiny legs could go, but his hand grabbed my foot and pulled—making me fall down with him. I groaned as I slammed my face onto the hard floor. His hand grabbed my hair, pulling my face up to look at him and putting a knife to my neck.

I struggled in his hold but everytime I moved, the knife would slice deeper into my neck and blood would drip out more and more.

I couldn't use my head, obviously. I couldn't use my arms—so I used my knee and kicked him in the groin hard enough so he wouldn't have babies. I then hit my head on his, making him fall to the ground as I grab the knife. It's just you and me now, knife.

I used my hands to put pressure on my neck—trying to stop the bleeding as I held myself up on the table. A more buff masked man walked through the door, his eyes widening at the sight. "L-let me go." I said, pointing the knife at him.

"I'm afraid that isn't going to happen, Y/N." I heard from a deeper voice before I felt a stinging sensation in my stomach and the cloth was again, put onto my mouth. My lungs didn't gather enough air to hold it in, so soon, the light turned to darkness.

"Hey, wake up princess," A hand slapped me into consciousness.

I groaned, feeling constricted. My hands and feet were tied up in rope again.

"You put up quite a fight, but it's almost six—and we have a show to put on." The deep voice said.

"Here's the deal... princess," I scrunched my face up face in disgust at the nickname. Only Jungkook gets to say that. And the way he says it disgusts me even more.

"He will either bring the money, or he won't. If he doesn't come, for every minute there will be a cut on your beautiful body and there will be one until you are dead. If he is late, there will be one cut for each minute he is late." The masked man traced his knife gently onto my skin. I shivered and closed my eyes.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"It's 5:56." He unmasked himself, putting on a huge smirk.

Four minutes. Four minutes and my life will be even more scarred than it is.

Now, I just hope he doesn't come. I don't want him to go through the trouble for me. And who knows, maybe he won't even come out alive. Maybe I won't come out alive.

The loud sound of a door slamming opened—someone is here.

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