a dark abyss ;

You could hear the scuffling of feet and thumps echoing around you. You had your hands to your back, pressed together. They were tightened with a rough, prickly rope. You squirmed in your spot, trying your hardest to pull your hands apart. But to no avail.

You could feel your wrists reddening, the coarse texture of the rope rubbing into your skin. Hissing softly, you were being pushed down onto a carpeted floor. The blindfold was tugged away in a sharp pull, your head being dragged along.

You took a minute to adjust to the dim lighting. The room was darker than ever, only two tiny caged up candles light by the sides. As you turned your head, you noticed that the boys were being thrown onto their knees with their blindfolds taken away.

Hazel flashed past Namjoon's eyes. He must've known where we were. You could feel a sense of recognition filling their hearts. Taehyung stared forward, gaze thickening with hatred. A tiny spark of fear lit in his eyes, however. Yoongi's lips were tugged up in a snarling-like smirk, eyes rolling. Hoseok remained indifferent, a stone-like mask covering everything.

Jin had his eyes on the ground, shoulders slacking. If you hadn't known Jin, you would've thought that it was a sign of defeat. However, it was the other way. These boys had a plan in mind. Your gaze lingered around the empty spot, frowning slightly. Where did they bring Jimin to?

A disturbing harsh slam reverberated in the air, tugging at everyone's heads. No one could tell where the sound had come from, however. The echoes hid it well.

"Well, well, well."

"Well," a soft squeaky voice echoed after the rougher, darker one. "Shut up, Malfoy. There are only three wells. Get back to your spot."

Shuffling of feet and a whisper of apologies led you to the conclusion that he was the servant of whoever the rude ass was. "Look what we have here!" the sharp, high pitched claps of the person's hands sounded in the air like police sirens. "The bangtan boys. Oh! And a guest too! She looks awfully familiar, don't you think so, Malfoy?"

Not backing down, the six of them scowled at the asshole that was yapping away.

"What a pretty little lady. Do you remember me, little princess?" his snickering tone sent shivers down your spine. He was mocking you, and you didn't like a single bit of it. You wanted to shove chopsticks up his ass.

A muffled yell overtook his voice, only to be silenced with a loud thud which was then followed by a strained groan. Boots clacked down the area of the room that wasn't carpeted. "Well, it looks like the whole family is here." the same voice chirped, silence filling the space right after. With a snap of his fingers, more candles lit up.

You blinked profusely, trying to make out the surroundings. You, along with the six boys, were at the very end of the long hallway. It wasn't narrow but neither was it broad. Down the hall sat a golden outlined throne, bloody red cushions decorated the seat, the arm, and the front. A long, ink-black stick was supporting itself by the chair, a ruby gem sticking out at the top of the skinny stick.

The throne was decorated with jewelry, jewelry, and more jewelry. Your gaze flickered to the four figures, blindfolded, on their knees, with a cloth stuffed into their mouths. They were at least five meters away from you. Then, you raised your head. You would've said that your eyes locked with the disgustingly creep, but no.

He was in a hood.

You felt like you were staring into a dark abyss. His face was concealed with a hood. Every part of his body was covered in black. The kind of black that represented darkness, pain, torture, and more. Not a spot of himself was revealed. Gulping thickly, you managed to tear your eyes away. You regretted batting an eye at the hood.

He was undeniably attractive, in another way. One that gave you shudders. It felt like he'd suck the soul out of you if you kept on starring, but you couldn't help yourself. "Ah! I know. I know why you look so familiar now! Gosh, that's funny." his hoarse voice yips out of the blue, causing you to flinch.

"Don't look at him. Ignore him if possible." Taehyung whispers, voice dropping an octave. His head was bowed, eyes gazing at you and back to the ground. "He's mister. He can do unimaginable things, y/n. Ignore him, no matter what."

The guard behind him jabs the male with his boot, shutting Taehyung up. Another muffled scream, along with shuffles reverberated in the air. Your gaze shifts to the person, no, the ghost, in front of you. She had shiny black hair, long and curly. Her eyes were blinded by one cloth, voice trapped behind another.

Another guard stomps up and gives her a sharp smack on the back as a warning. You winced as the lady goes numb. "I wonder if Jimin's ever talked about your lost memories. Have you ever wondered what they were? What happened?"

The male next to the lady stiffens. Besides the tallest male knelt two shorter ones. They were about the same height, except the last one was slightly taller. Who were these people? Which one of them was Jimin?

"But before we shall speak, should we start the execution? You know what happens when you try to escape from your punishments, don't you, boys?" Mister snarls, a messy, disoriented one. Jin's shoulders tensed up next to you. Yoongi was no longer smirking.

"What execution?" you squeaked out, voice imitating that of a mouse. Timid and fearful. "They didn't tell you?" Mister laughs out loud, his laughter sent hair standing on your arms. Goosebumps filled that area. It sounded like a witches laugh. "Law 303, if you are caught running away, you will be executed. Executed as in vanish. Poof! You will never reincarnate. You will cease to exist."

As he finishes, the blood in your veins stops cold. C...Cease to exist? They went through all that, only to be executed? If they had known all this, why did they bother? It wasn't even a fifty-fifty chance. Tears bottled in your eyes. "Shall we begin, then? I'm itching to have a little talk with my dearest." Mister sniggers, taking a step towards Jin.

No. No, no, no.

White flashes in front of you, brightening the whole room. The once-mighty phantom falls to the ground, hissing as if he had been stung by thousands of hornets and bees. You wished he was.

"Not on my watch."