I've seen some pretty shit in my life, but that scene? I'll have nightmares for the rest of my life, that's for damn sure. One second I was sleeping and having a nice little dream about Jung kook--although I'd deny that if pressed--and then the door was exploding and four dark shapes surrounded me. They tossed a black bag over my head, jerked my arms behind my back and wrapped zip-ties tight around my wrists, and shoved me forward.

As soon as I got to my senses I started thrashing and kicking, biting at whatever flesh was closest to me.

"LET ME GO YOU FUCKING FUCKS!" I screamed. I felt my foot connect with bone, and I kicked again, as hard as I could. I heard a grunt and a curse. "I'll kick all of your fucking asses. Put me the fuck down!"

I felt a press of cold metal against my temple and a gruff voice saying “shut the fuck up” with a Brazilian accent. That shut me up. I heard guns being fired everywhere around me and one was shot so near me, the man holding me fell to the ground, I tried running away but two pair of hands grabbed my both hands and dragged me back.

They carried me and put me on a boat, cold, hard, wet rubber under my legs. Again a gun was pressed under my skull to keep me shut. I heard them talking in a different language. Italian? Brazilian? I don’t have any idea. But from there tone I could guess that they were talking about me.

The boat was sailing along the waves and occasionally the boat swayed in different directions pushing me from side to side because I don’t have anything to get hold of as my hands are tied. A relatively bigger wave came and that left me drenched from head to toe and as a result my upper torso was on full display for the goons because who wears a bra while sleeping? The cold breeze made me shiver and I could hear my kidnappers talking and touching me everywhere.

I was disgusted by them touching me but I had to stay put because any type of resistance can end up in me being dead. So I stayed put.

After some distance I was hauled into another boat, this one was faster than the former one. I got that we were going to change a number of vehicles to lose traces. We changed two vehicles till now. This boat was bigger than the previous one so I had more space to scoot farther from the men but they were still murmuring something.

After I don’t know how much time the boat stopped and a gruff voice said near my ear “I am freeing you, make any move to escape and you die. Understood?” I nodded my head. “I want words, bitch.” He said with anger. “Yes, understood” I replied. He cut the zip-ties around my wrists and pulls the black bag over my head, it was still dark but dawn was not far. He motioned me to move up the rope ladder connecting to a small ship.

With some difficulty but I went up the ladder and landed safely on the ship.

Upon reaching I saw many men there with a shit load of weapons in their hands and different boxes placed across the floor. All of their eyes were on me and I seriously hoped to have something to cover me up but I had nothing so I just ignored them.

On the ship I was locked up in a small room. I was given food there and I dug in immediately as I was famished, and I needed to pee. After about 15 minutes of banging on the door it opened and he asked “WHAT DO YOU WANT?” “I need to pee” I said. “Then pee here only” he replied annoyed. “I can’t. Please. There must be a toilet on this ship?” I said. He rolled his eyes and made me follow him to what I expected to be a toilet. He stopped in front of a door and told me to go inside. He kept the door open and looked at me. “At least close the door or turns around” I said “Just do it” he replied. “I suggest you take a book because this one is going to be long one---“He cut me off with closing the door with a loud bang.

A wave of relief washed over me as I peed and I looked for something or anything present there. I saw a pen lying on the floor under the wash basin. I picked it up and washed it. I thought for some time as to hide it where? As I don’t have any pockets or anything. A very stupid idea popped in my head but I had no other option. I stuck that open up in my vagina. It felt weird there but I adjusted after some seconds. I washed my hands and that’s when the guy opened the door glaring at me. After I was done he took me back to my cell and all the way back I was walking funny and I hoped he did not notice it.

Once I was back in my cell my first instinct was to take it out, but then I got to thinking. I knew I was gonna need it at some point, but not when that would be. Probably not on the boat--that would be a waste. I'd probably need it when we got where we were going, wherever that was. So in it stayed.

I was going bat shit crazy as I was overthinking. It had been two days I was locked up in this room—according to number of times I’ve been given food. And never had I forgotten about the pen up in my pussy.

After almost I don’t know how many days we got off the boat and went to an airfield. We took a plane from there. I asked the man who was with me “where are we going?” “Brazil” he replied clearly annoyed. I scrunched up my face and buckled in for takeoff.

After about four to five hours we landed and I was kind of relived to set my foot on and rather than seeing sea all around myself. I recalled all the events from my kidnapping and remembered that we have changed 5 vehicles including the car that we were in.

The car stopped in front of a building and I was escorted out of it and in the lift. The man with me punched a code in the elevator and it moved upwards. It stopped at 43rd floor. We stepped out of it and I saw a man in a fine suit standing with his back towards us, as if waiting for us. My kidnapper shoved me forward and went back down in the elevator. As if on cue the suited man turned and said “Welcome Miss Wang Y/n.” Right in front of me in flesh and blood was standing Roth.