"This is Jeon Jungkook, CEO of Seoul Higher View. You must pour all your skill, energy and talent into protecting him from all these attacks."
My head snaps up to meet eyes as bewildered as mine.
"You-"
"Do you know each other?"
***A week earlier*...
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Four days.
I've been in this room for three, maybe four days. I've lost track of time. My body is dehydrated and numb. Taehyung's guards have been taking turns torturing me to have me admit every single detail about the case, about what we know, about what we're doing.
I haven't said anything. Nothing about the whole protocol regarding a potential attack to our families. Nothing about the whole room dedicated to the decrypting Taehyung's wall. Nothing about the expeditions I've lead, nothing about the expeditions I still plan on leading.
I've said nothing. But now, my body is numb, every inch of is covered in blood, and sweat. I haven't washed up once.
The only thing I've been able to do is relieve myself. Which I must say is at least something. The other good thing is that Taehyung hasn't laid a finger on me since the day he put me in that white room.
All the pain has been inflicted by those three bastards, under his watchful eye.
I weakly lift my head at the door, looking at the doorknob turning. I tug on the chains, fear clutching on my heart. I don't think I can take another day of them cutting me, hitting me, stabbing me until I pass out.
I'm a bloodied mess, in constant pain.
My terror-filled eyes are glued on the door, hope still poisoning me. I've been hoping someone will find me, but that door only opens to let in those dirty criminals. I breath heavily, staring intensly.
"Hello, sweetheart."
A sob escapes my lips and my tears run freely on my face, head low. I'm tired. I hear Taehyung rush to me and flinch when his hands cup my face. I try to free myself but he doesn't let me. I tug on the chains desperatly, way too weak to actually do anything.
"You're going home, princess." He whispers in my ear and I freeze.
"What?" I breath painfully.
"Well, you're never going to speak up and I think that how Jungkook punched a police officer in the face and Jin hasn't slept for three days...I've made my point." At the mention of Jin and Jungkook, I tense up, although not trying anything. I want to leave. And I'm not going to lose it before then.
I'll get back at him when I'm better.
"Now, You're going to do exactly as I say." I keep silent and don't resist in the slightest when Taehyung blindfolds me. He takes my hands behind my back and I hear him turn the key to open the cuffs. My arms areso sore from being pulled back for so long. I grunt in pain, taking in sharp breaths.
