The Need to be Owned

Chapter Twenty Seven: K.T.H

MAI'S POV

"Mavis!"
"Mavis wake up!"
"Can you hear me!"

My head throbbed uncontrollably as I struggled to open my heavy eyelids.
My vision was fuzzy but that voice, I knew that voice.

"Mavis! Hey! Are you okay? Did he hurt you?"
"E-Eunwoo?" I mumbled, trying to move, but I was restrained.
My hands were tied behind my back uncomfortably with a rough rope, burning my wrists. My ankles saw the same fate.
I panicked.
I quickly scanned my surroundings, only to find myself in some sort of warehouse.

'No. We're here again.'
I hear Mavis's whimper in my head.
What is she talking about? I shook my head, trying to focus.
I need to get out of here. I struggled against the ropes, as I tried to use my elbows to lift myself, and sit up, only to shriek in pain. My left arm! Was it broken?

"Mavis what's wrong?" Eunwoo asked concerned. I got a clearer view of him this time. He was badly beaten, his arms tied with chains, making him suspend from the ceiling. His bare chest was covered with ugly bruises and deep cuts. His face was completely battered and swollen with a black eye.

"W-who did this to you?" I gasped in disbelief and terror.

"The guy who carried you here. I don't know his name. He came to my house and the next thing I knew, I woke up here, and was thrashed endlessly. Mavis, we need to get out of here!" He looked desperate, pathetically so.

"I can't be here another minute. He'll kill me! Please Mavis!"
"Shut up!" I snapped.
"Let me think." I was frustrated, frightened and annoyed, all at once. Eunwoo was weak, that had already been established. I was dumb to think he could have helped me. God! Why are people so disappointing?

I heard the doors of the ware house open with a loud creaking sound behind me.
I didn't have the balls to turn around and look potential death in the eye.
"Tsk tsk tsk tsk." He clicked his tongue.
"You must be kicking yourself right now Mai. Did you actually believe, he'd save you, from me?" He laughed hysterically.

I glance at Eunwoo who was right in front of me, visibly trembling.
I could hear his footsteps getting closer, until I felt his warm breath on my neck. He took in my scent with a long whiff.
"God! I missed you." He moaned, in satisfaction.
"Tell me Angel, how should I punish you?"
"T-Taehyung....l-look...this is....it's between you and me....please spare Eunwoo.....he d-didn't do any..."

My words were cut off by a powerful blow to my face. My head swung to the other side, and I felt the metallic taste of my blood, gliding on my tongue, as my teeth collided with my inner cheek.
Tears threatened to escape my eyes, but I didn't want to give him the pleasure.
He grabbed my hair harshly, making me face him.
"He gave you hope. Hope that you could leave me!" He roared.

"I will kill him tonight, you can be sure of that. But I won't be the only one responsible for his misery." He smiled menacingly.
"You're going to assist me Angel."
I gulped at his words.
Without wasting another second, he threw me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and carried me to a table with a bunch of knives, whips, chains, and iron rods on it.

He used his free arm to push everything off the table, making me flinch at the clanging echo of the rods hitting the ground.
He flung me on the metal table making me groan due to it's rough, cold contact.
He smirked.
"I've waited so long to have you under me again. Just looking at you right now makes me hard."

I grimaced at his lewd words.
"Don't look so repulsed Angel. I'll make sure you enjoy this a lot more than I do." With that he ripped off my t-shirt, making me Yelp.
He proceeded to pull down my pants and I tried hard to kick.
"Stop! Taehyung! No! Please!"
But he was deaf to my cries.