Escape (Minho x Reader)

Anger, A Plentiful Emotion

POV:Y/N

They didn't exactly punish me for 'losing' the prisoner. Instead they started giving me more and more jobs to do.

I used to need 10 deals a week, now I need 25. I go on more raids now, instead of the usual one per week. They've also forced me to do more dirty work.

Meaning kill people.

I am really not having a good time.

Chan, please come back.

I need you.

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POV: Minho

"I'm sorry, I just don't know" I say, a little irritated.

"Lee Minho, there has got to be something you remember! A landmark, a street sign, any distinguishable feature" Chan yells, pacing back and forth very upset.

"I, Chan I don't. Why are you so angry? Especially towards me. I mean I understand you were short a team member but goddamn I was chained and locked in a room with no windows!" I respond, getting increasingly tired of his attitude.

He stops and looks at me, seeming to evaluate his actions. "I'm sorry. You're right. That name is just...never mind. Go rest and text me what you want for dinner okay?"

"Yeah.." I answer softly, hesitating in the doorway.

Chan walks to his desk and sits with his head in his hands. I've never seen him this upset.

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POV: Y/N

I can physically feel my brain changing. Like every time I am tasked with using lethal force or violence I can feel my brain close off my emotions like shutting a door.

There's no way I can keep doing this.

I've tried everything. Sneaking to the secret door didn't work; I got caught in the hall. Bolting for the back door in the fighting ring didn't work; our security saw. Running when I'm on missions at night hasn't worked; they have my location with the phone I take on missions. Leaving the phone behind won't work, they most definitely bug my clothes and I can't find it. I can't call anyone on that phone, everything is blocked and I need a password to unblock it all.

Honestly at this point I might as well just let them figure out I'm not doing what I'm supposed to. Meaning I haven't killed anyone I was tasked with for a long time. I did in the beginning out of fear, but I quickly realized I could just scare the victims into hiding instead. It's easier on my conscience.

Kind of.

There's so much I have done wrong. I steal money from the fighting ring so I can meet my maximum deal amount for the week without doing twice the work. To not raise suspicion I just walk to the spot I'm supposed to deal at, take a 2 minute power nap, and move to the next.

No one in any opposing gangs knows who I am or who I am apart of, so I've just been selling weapons to our rivals. Which I was specifically instructed not to do very early on in my training. It's kind of amusing to watch everyone ponder over how in the hell our rivals have possession of every single weapon we deal with the logos and everything.

"Y/N!"

Ah shit.

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My vision is obstructed by the blood running down my face. Ears are ringing. Every inch of my body is bruised, cut, damaged in some way.

They found out what I was doing.

No clue how, but they did. And they are beyond pissed.

I wish I could say my ears ringing, cuts, bruises, burns, etc, was the worst of being held in the basement.

No.

They won't let me sleep.

That's the worst of it.

The most you could do to torture someone is force them to stay awake.

Lack of sleep presents a lot like being drunk, except it also hinders how you function. Humans need sleep. Everyone knows this. But not everyone knows just how important it is.

I have been awake for so long that I'm seeing shadows that aren't there, hearing noises that aren't there. If I move it's like I'm sitting in jello. Wading through thick thick liquid. Maybe even moving through space. My mind is in a constant foggy state. My movements are delayed and slow. I'm so so weak.

It's fucking horrible.

They've just started refusing me food as well.

It's been about a week since they started this. Lucy makes it a point to tell me how long it's been.

"Hey, let's go! Someone has started infiltrating. We have no clue who it is and we need all hands on deck!" Someone I've never seen before yells to the guy watching me.

What?

"Oh you have got to be shitting me," the guy watching me says, "you stay right there, no sleeping, you know what happens if you do."

I stare him down, not bothering to answer.

The two sprint out of the room, the door locking behind them.

He must not be able to read people very well. I'd rather end up with more scars. I'm going the fuck to sleep.

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Okay, so another gang obviously has a major issue with us.

Because we had to move living locations.

They came and got me and the others being held captive one night, blindfolded and handcuffed us, and put us in a car. When they took off the blindfold and cuffs I was in a different holding room. It for sure has mold. Honestly I never noticed how good the other place was until I saw this one. It wasn't great at all but it was damn sure better than what the fuck is going on here.

I am not doing so good. Like at all. I'm approaching the max amount of days a person can go without sleep. On top of not being allowed to eat.

It's like they're actively trying to draw out my death.

I have to get out of here.

There has got to be a way.