Red: The Boyz

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A bright light shines in my face and I open my eyes. "Oh your awake." A male voice says and I look around and spot a boy sitting across the room.  "Who are you?" I ask groggily. "I'm Jacob." The boy says, standing up. "Where am I?"

"Your at The Boyz house!" He says excitedly and my heart sinks. "What?" I whisper out.
"B-but the last time I was with-" I pause for a moment. "Wow, has your brother seriously not told you about us? What an idiot. He must not care that much if he didn't even tell you who we are. Meh thats fine it made it easier on us anyways, but go get washed up then come downstairs. There should be clothes on the counter in the bathroom already." Jacob says and smiles before leaving the room.

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I slowly make my way down the stairs, trying to make sure they don't hear me so I can see if I can make a run for it. I get to the bottom and look around to make sure nobody's there and I see the front door and I started to silently walk towards it, but stopped when someone took a hold of the back of my shirt and throws me back and I fall to the ground. "Dont even think about it." I look up to see a tall male, glaring at me.

The male grabs the front of my shirt and lifts me up to my feet, then dragging me into the kitchen. "Look who's already trying to leave." The boy lets me go and pushes me farther into the kitchen. I look around and spot Eric sitting down at the table with a glass of blood in his hand.

"Oh already?! Come on Emma your just getting to know us." Another tall male says. "I already know enough about you assholes, so I'll be leaving." I turn around just to be put in a seat at the table. "You can sit your happy ass down princess..." Eric says then slides a blood packet in front of me. I look away and cross my arms over my chest, trying to resist the sweet, sickening smell.

One of them tear open the bag putting a drop on their finger, then grip onto my jaw. "You know you want it, sweetheart." He says, gently wiping the blood on my bottom lip.

I snatch the bag from the counter and drink it. "That's my girl" the boy pats my head and smiles. "I'm not your girl." I growl. "Oh trust us Emma, you are and you'll always will be." A fucking another male says walking in with a couple more fucking boys.

Jesus christ! How many are there and why are they all so freaking attractive?! YAH dumb bitch don't even say that, they just kidnapped you! I mentally slapped my self and one of them spoke up.

"Now that we are all here we might as well introduce ourselves." Jacob says clasping his hands together.

Time skip~ srryyy I'm tired and kinda lazy 🙃

After introductions that I could care less about, all of them started talking amongst themselves, while I sat quietly, glaring at the fucking wall, wanting to get out of this hell whole. Then an idea hit me. Couldn't I just use my power's? I'll have to find a good time where there's less of them. So I don't have to worry about all of them at once. I stand up getting ready to exit the kitchen. "Where do you think your going?" Sangyeon asks. "Going back to the room I woke up in." I snap.

"Fine, but don't do anything stupid. Unless you wanna get taught a lesson. We don't tolerate disobedience." I roll my eyes and turn back around to face them, sending them a fake smile. "I would never."

I turn back around just for my name to be called out. "Oh and Emma." Sunwoo says. "What?" I say, facing him. "You can forget your little plan on using your powers. It ain't gonna happen." I scoff. "And what's exactly gonna stop me?" I ask raising one of my brows and crossing my arms over my chest. "That." Sunwoo says and someone places something around my wrist. "This device fights against your powers, so they wont work and if you try to take it off it will paralyze you for a couple hours. So I wouldn't do it if I were you, unless you wanna deal with that and what Sangyeon said earlier." Kevin says, clicking the weird bracelet around my wrist.

"You guys are fucking insane!" I angrily yell and run up to the room I woke up in. I lock the door behind me and slide my back down it, landing on the floor. I bring my knees up to my chest and place me head into my hands, crying.