Angel (Yoongi x Reader)

Chapter 13

Y/N POV:

The metal of the cuff was beginning to dig into my wrist as I tried to create some distance between myself and Yoongi. His close proximity was starting to create a wave of panic to rise in my chest. I was slowly realizing that all the men in the room with me were monsters. The creepy silver haired Jimin was clearly getting off on the pain he was inflicting on the bloody man, his tight pants doing nothing to conceal his raging erection.

The doe eyed boy who had brought me down, Jungkook, was leaning against one of the white walls, his gaze focused on Jimin and the bloody man. He would occasionally turn and catch my gaze, giving me a slight smirk when our eyes met. He might even be more terrifying than Jimin; his big eyes and soft features made him look soft, but the predatory glare that filled his eyes sent relentless waves of fear coursing through my veins.

Yoongi stood nearby, forcing me to watch the events take place. He was clearly enjoying watching the man in front of me be tortured. My heart bled a little for him when the man mocked the death of his brother. Even I could understand why Yoongi was so angry. I just didn't understand why I was being pulled into the middle of it all. I was telling the truth when I said I didn't know anything.

I didn't miss the way his eyes softened fractionally when I said my parents hated me. It was the sad truth. They were always so disappointed in me, in everything I've ever done. Disappointed with my grades in school, even though I graduated as the salutatorian. Even more disappointed with me during my undergraduate years. When I had chosen veterinary medicine as opposed to a surgeon, my father had threatened to cut off my school funds. The only reason he didn't was because I made the agreement to focus on veterinary surgery. It was the only time in my life they had relented and allowed me to follow my dreams.

Nothing I had ever done was for myself. It was always done to please my parents: my clothes, my major, my boyfriends. My parents, wanting to turn me into this perfect daughter, this perfect robot, handpicked everything. The worst was a year ago. My parents had a long time friend with a single son who was several years older than me. The man had been kicked out of two universities: once for drug use and the other for sexually harassing another student. His parents and mine had agreed that I would marry the son, thus providing the family something positive to negate all the bad things he had brought upon the family. Eventually the man was arrested for raping a cocktail waitress at a club and I was released from the agreement. I felt terribly sad for the poor waitress, but couldn't stop the waves of relief that flowed over me at the same time.

I turned my attention back to Yoongi and noticed him watching me with a strange look on his face. After a moment, his facial expressions changed and the familiar dark looked crossed his features. "You ready to talk yet angel? Ready to tell me what I want to know?" he asked, his voice deceptively soft.

"I swear I don't know anything. Please don't... don't hurt me," I pleaded, words of truth spilling from my lips. I wasn't lying when I said they never told me anything.

Yoongi gripped onto my shoulders, digging his long thin fingers into the soft flesh. I winced at the pain, knowing there would be bruises in the morning. "I don't know what game you think you are playing or who you are dealing with, but you will tell me what I want to know," he demanded, his voice filled with barely concealed rage. He released me harshly then turned to the Jungkook guy. "Take her back upstairs."

Jungkook hesitated. "You sure? We've got a spare room down here," he countered, but held up his hands up in defeat. He came to me and unlocked the cuff, yanking me to my feet, causing me to stumble. He dragged me out of the room, mumbling angrily to himself the whole way. Once we reached the pretty gold room, he rechained me to the bed. "You're just making it worse for yourself. Yoongi will make you regret ever being born," he warned.

"I already do," I said softly in return.

Yoongi POV:

After Jungkook took Y/N back up to her room, I turned back to the bloody man. I could tell at this point that he was barely hanging on. I approached him like a predator stalking its prey. "I just don't get why you won't tell me what I want to know," I chided, my voice soft. "All this pain and suffering for what? Loyalty to a man who sold you out anyway?"

The man lifted his head to look at me in surprise. "Oh yes," I responded affirmatively to his unspoken question. "How else do you think we found you? The surgeon told us your name, along with all of the unlucky bastards who happened to be in the room with you that night. Maybe one of them will be a bit more cooperative than you. All I want to know is who."

I could see the internal battle the man was going through. He clearly knew he wasn't going to make it out of here alive. Now he just had to decide if he wanted more pain or if he wanted it to end quickly. The man shook his head in denial and for a moment, I had to admire his loyalty, as misplaced as it was.

I looked at Jimin and gave him a nod. Jimin twirled the knife between his fingers again, the look on his face an obvious indicator that he was wondering where to go next. Jimin gave the man an smug smile then gripped his chin.

"Well since you don't want to talk, you clearly won't be needing use of this anymore," Jimin sliced the knife sharply, cutting the man's face from the corner of his mouth to his ear then repeated the action on the other side, creating a permanent gruesome smile. The man wailed in garbled agony, blood flowing down his face in rivulets.

Jimin stepped back to admire his work, an amused smile on his face. As I watched the expression on his face, I realized how fortunate I was to be on his good side. Jimin as an enemy was a force to be reckoned with and one I never wanted to have to deal with. The man's head dropped, his chest heaving. I could see he was trying to remain conscious by the deep breaths he was taking and the rapid pace his eyelids were fluttering.

Jimin prodded the man with his knife, forcing him to open his eyes again. "Nuh uh," Jimin chided, his candy floss voice sweet. "Can't sleep yet. We're still having fun." Jimin plunged the knife into the man's side, twisting it and causing the man to cry out again. He tried to speak, but all that came out was a spluttering mess.

Jimin pulled the knife out then plunged it in again. I knew at this point that it was just about over. The man wouldn't be able to take anymore, but I didn't want to cut Jimin's fun short. This was the only thing he really found pleasure in. Not drugs, not alcohol, not women, even though he could have his pick of any of them with his sweet voice, adorable smile, and handsome looks.

I turned at the sound of the door opening and watched Jungkook step through. He had a strange look on his face, one that clearly showed his confusion and uncertainty. Jimin and I shared a look then turned our gaze back to our doe eyed brother. "What is it JK?" Jimin questioned gently.

Jungkook opened his mouth to speak, but then shut it again, second guessing himself. "Just say it Jungkook," I said, curious as to what had happened.

Jungkook cleared his throat and threw me for a loop with the words that came out of his mouth. "I think... I think Y/N is innocent."