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Chapter 11

You were beyond disgusted.

Not only did Taehyung manipulate you, he also had his friend befriend Hayeon. He went too far.

"YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!" You screamed and ran inside the cabin. Things were being smashed against the walls and falling to the floor.

"Y/N! Open the door! " Taehyung was worried you'd hurt yourself. Did you know Minho? Why were you behaving so violently?

"PISS OFF F*CKER! I'LL KILL YOU!"

Surely by now, he was more than angry. He didn't like that such words were coming from your beautiful lips; especially for him.

"Open the door right now before I do something bad. " He was seething.

Someone touches your shoulder and without wasting time, you grab a vase, continuously bashing over their head with it.

Outside, Taehyung could only hear something being hit. He ran out of patience and started breaking the door down. When he finally did, he saw something that made him feel an unexpected but welcomed emotion.

He was proud.

There was blood all over and around you. Yet, you weren't satisfied. When you looked at the barely breathing person, your rage intensified. You were hoping to stomp his guts out but someone grabbed you from behind, restraining your body with their arms.

"I don't know what you're so angry about, but that was hot. " He cackled with laughter. Trying to break free, you kick his shin and push yourself forward.

Although it hurt, Taehyung liked it. Your crazy and fierce side was like a leverage for his ridiculously sick mind.

"It's your turn. " You attack him with a butcher knife but unfortunately, he dodges it. Taking another swing, you manage to slice his cheek.

Aiming at his thighs, you strike. However, he grabs your wrist and twists it to the point the knife drops from your clutch. Crying out, you were pushed to the ground.

Taehyung steps on your ankle; enough to make you writhe in pain.

"I'll gladly train you once I clean your mess. " He crouches down to wipe your tears. Checking your body, he mumbles to himself, "Did you hurt yourself?"

The volcano inside you was aching to burst out at this exact moment. Yet, you would still be powerless before this literal demon.

"You mean nothing to me. I'd rather kill myself than be with you, son of a b*tch!" You whisper, with as much disgust as you could manage to coat your tone with.

He grabs your neck, digging his nails in whilst breathing heavily.

Madness reflected through his eyes.

~°•°~

An anonymous person had tipped Jimin about Minho. He asked his team to track Minho's last known location which could lead them to Taehyung's hideout.

"Did you find something? " Hayeon asks through the door while Jimin takes a shower.

"Yeah. We got information on this Minho guy who apparently works for that psycho. I'll be leaving after lunch. "

Wrapping a towel around his waist, he gently cups her face.

"I promise to bring Y/N back. "

"Jimin, can you clear something for me? "

Hayeon takes out her phone and begins browsing. She shows him a picture of Minho.

"Is this the guy you were talking about? Lee Minho? "

"Yes but why do you have his picture? Do you know him? " Jimin asks puzzled.

"We met up a few times... Here, look at his last message. "

"Seems like co-ordinates. Send them to me. "

Jimin hesitated for a moment before continuing. "Honey... He didn't hurt you, right? Did he do something? "

Hayeon shakes her head. "I'm fine. I still can't believe he too is responsible for Y/N's kidnapping. "

"We'll get to her soon. "

~°•°~

Pain.

You don't know for how long you were on that chair, but it surely took a toll. You could see swollen muscles, poorly wiped blood and multiple cuts on your body.

'Assh*le. Checking my body for any injury and later making them himself. ' You give a bitter smile at the thought.

On top of that, you were starving. Strange noises coming from your stomach were the only sounds ringing in your ears.

Could you free yourself from the bounds? Of course not. So you try to drag the chair across the room. Fortunately, Taehyung didn't tie your hands behind your back; not that it meant anything. It was still difficult to escape.

Screeeeechhhhh

"Ouch " It was too loud for your sensitive ears.

"Don't you dare, darling. "

Taehyung strides in, wearing nothing but black trousers. His torso was smeared with blood and hair drenched in sweat.

"Your saviour is here! I hope you know a way to repay me for that mess. "

"Saviour? " You let out a breathy laugh. "My ass. "

"Disrespecting me is gonna get you nowhere sweetheart. It's about time you know that. Shall we get you out of these bounds? "

He begins to untie the ropes as an answer to his own question. Covering your vision with a blindfold, he lifts you up.

"This is for your own safety. "

He carries you out of the dark room. It must be your hormones going haywire because this situation was giving you the tingles.

Blood is generally nasty, right? Not for you though. This closeness of your almost naked bodies and the sticky liquid were making your fingers itch to touch his chest and run across, drawing something with the blood. And why did he have to smell so good and enticing?

"Where should we get married? " He asks suddenly.

"Who says I'm marrying you? "

You feel a sharp pinch on your waist.

"Me. "

~*~