Your Mind is Mine

Four

You sit idly in your room, mind focused on the words Taehyung had said yesterday. "We're not going to hurt you, Verna, okay?" You can't get those words out of your head. How could you be so sure that you wouldn't be punished? Someone was going to hurt you, you being physically hurt was almost like second nature. It was something you experienced everyday. Even for the smallest of things... You stand suddenly, walking to your mirror, still in your nightgown. Your body is untouched, porcelain, and perfect.

It looks almost odd to you, you were so used to seeing bruises, blood, and marks, that you feel somehow wrong. Your routine is off, and while you're thankful your Masters say they won't hurt you, you can't believe them. Sooner or later it would happen, you know it will happen. It always does. Even back where you used to be, some days you were extremely good, but one wrong thing, and it was back to the chair, back to the room, or down the stairs.

You hated going down the stairs, you always remembered the stairs. The chair, you remembered, but the memories were more or less fuzzy. You couldn't remember the previous days after you went to the chair, you can't really remember much of anything because of the chair... You preferred the chair over the room, and down the stairs. Because if you went down the stairs the days before, you'd forget about it. The only way you'd know you went there would be the aching of your back whenever you moved.

There's a knock on your door, stealing your attention away from the memories of where you used to reside. You walk to your door, and open in a little, smiling when you see that it's Jimin. "Hi, Jimin," He smiles back, bowing his head a little, "Hi, Verna. Boss is asking for you." Your eyes widen a little, tilting your head. "Oh, are we going somewhere, should I change?" You look at Jimin's attire, and notice that it's similar to what he wore a few days ago, but this time he's wearing navy blue, with a white blazer and gold accents... Jimin chuckles a little, and nods his head. "We are, Boss wants to brief you on what we're doing himself," You open the door wider, "Okay," He takes a step back so you can exit your room, you glide passed him.

As you walk, you can feel his eyes on you, you turn to look over your shoulder to see his gaze locked into yours. You wave at him, and he waves back. You turn back around, and continue making your way to Yoongi's office. You raise your fist to knock on the door, but it opens when you're about to make contact with the wooden material. You look up with big eyes as you see Yoongi standing there. His dark bangs are over his eyes like they always are. He's clad in all black. Some of the buttons of his shirt undone, two silver chains dangling from his neck, along with silver rings adorning some of his fingers with some soft silver accents.

His shirt is tucked in his slacks in the front, his sleeves cuffed a little, blazer hugging his arms tightly, almost like it doesn't quite fit him. "Ah, Verna," He says, and steps to the side, allowing you to enter his office. You step inside, and the door closes behind you. "Jimin said you were asking for me," He nods his head when you look at him, one hand sliding into his pocket as he grabs a folder from his desk, holding it out to you. You take the folder, looking at him with confused eyes. "What is this?"

He doesn't say anything, gesturing to the folder again. You slowly open it, and it's filled with pictures if men and women, along with basic information about them, like their names, ages, specialties, what gang or mafia they're a part of, height, likes and dislikes, personalities, and whether you should interact with them or not. You look up at Yoongi after looking through a few pages. "Why do I need to know these people?" He looks down at you silently before walking passed you. "Follow me." He says, stepping out. You follow him, reading over more pages as you do.

He walks into your room, and you look up when the door closes. He's opening your closet, "Did you shower?" He asks you, and you nod your head, "I did," You showered the night before like you were told. "Good," He says, and you clench your thighs together, you loved praise. He pulls out a long, sleek black dress from your closet. The back is almost completely open, and it looks like the fabric wraps around your neck. "Put this on for me," He holds out the dress to you, you take it from his hands gently. You slide out of your nightgown, stepping into the dress.