14. Torture

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Y/n's POV

Stinging pain radiated from my body bringing me out of my unconscious state. Even opening my eyes hurt. My headached and muscles burnt.

What happened? I thought

"I love you"

NAMJOON!!!

*Boom*

I forcefully opened my eyes trying to sit up but... I couldn't, something was holding me back. Scanning around I noticed the old and barren looking room.

I panicked quickly looking up at my hands and to my horror, my hands and feet were chained to a bed.

How?

Who?

Why?

And then a flash of namjoon's smile among the sand storm.

"NAMJOON!!!" My yell and then the blast.

Tears ran down my eyes. He might have not made it. I yelled and screamed and thrashed on the bed. Crying for the one whom my heartaches for. Calling out to him but I was helpless and unbeknownst to my own surroundings. I couldn't even curl up to provide myself with the slightest amount of warmth. So I laid there cold and helpless.

Nothing helped my situation neither did the sweet memories of our battering nor the upcoming panic attack. I knew it was near, the sudden turn up of my body temperature, race of my heartbeats and the heaviness of my breathing was a clear indication.

"I LOVE YOU. MY BULLY"

"I should have apologized"

"I wish I could tell him how much I loved him"

"No... Please namjoon"

"I can't breath"

Those thoughts and regrets were taunting my heart and snatching my consciousness. Strangling me.

"Namjoon!!!" I cried out loud enough for the whole universe to hear and maybe my abductor too since I heard the crunch of leaves from footsteps and then the door creaked open.

Looking at the direction of the door all sane and insane thoughts left me. I was speechless, no logical explanation can lead upto this out come how?

"You called for him?" A deep voice so similar yet so different from him said, those dragon like eyes piercing into mine. The voice that used to calm me was now making chills run up my spine.

This couldn't be. No. How can this happen?

"What? You shocked?" his voice held a dangerous undertone which meant no good. "Wh-who are you?" I was scared and tried to move as far away from him as  I possibly could.

"You don't recognize me little y/n? I am your joonie" he tilted his head looking at me intently with a killer smirk on his face and a fire ablaze in his eyes "You aren't namjoon... H-he–"

"He what? is a fucking pussy who doesn't have the guts to do anything for himself. Always on with the same sacrificing shit"

"What am I doing here?" I questioned trying to put on a brave face, but my voice wavered

"You don't worry about that bitch just know that you are gonna stay here for a long ass time with me until I have broken you into so many pieces that you would loose yourself"

"W-why?"

"Why? are you scared little whore. Where did that strong officer go?" he chuckles. "Bitch" he spits

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