72 HOURS (a BTS horror au)

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Time remaining: 60 hours and 1 minute...

Your P.O.V

A beep woke you from your forceful slumber, your head pounds as a headache rolls in, and your entire body aches. Your body is wrapped in something soft, and you believe you were in your bedroom for a moment. Your memory is a little foggy, but in a short time, they started coming back.

With a gasp, you sit up straight, your eyes scanning the room. The bedroom is dark but there is a small fireplace just across the room with a fire going, allowing some light to fill the room. The bedroom is clean, and normal looking, like a normal bedroom. 

But you knew that the house you were in was far from being normal. You notice you are alone, and you begin to panic. "Jisoo?!" You call out, frantically searching the average size bedroom hoping to catch a glimpse of your black-haired friend.

A loud clank echoes through the room as you try to leap from the bed only to faceplant into the ground. You let out a groan as you pull yourself up back onto the bed. "What the hell?" You mumble, rubbing your forehead.

Ripping the blanket off of you, your eyes widen when you notice some heavy-duty chains locked tightly around your right ankle, which is attached to the bed. "Damn bastards." You mutter as you grab the chain and, weakly, try to tug at it. 

The beeping noise fills your ears once again and you realize it's your watch, notifying you of the time change. You look down at the watch around your wrist. "60 hours, two and a half days remaining." You sigh, laying your arm against the bed, 

You still feel exhausted and silently curse knowing the drugs are still coursing through your body. 

Oddly this situation feels familiar. 

You wonder if Mark and Lucas are okay, you hope that Jisoo is okay as well, but you know that she is most likely dead. You bring your knees to your chest, everything finally setting in. For once in the many hours you've been trapped in the mansion you felt hopeless. You try your best not to break down sobbing.

"I'm sure the boys are okay." You whisper to yourself, staring at the fire in the fireplace. "They are strong."

That's right Y/n. You think to yourself. Just keep fighting, just keep hoping. 

The sound of footsteps wakes you from your daydream and you turn to look at the steel door just next to the fireplace. The footsteps stop in front of the door with the sound of locks being turned. You can feel your heart racing at the thought of encountering another member of the crazy brother group. 

But you bite your tongue and clench your fist. Stay strong. You think as the door opens and light begins pooling into the room. "I see you are awake, little butterfly." It's Jin's voice. You watch as he walks into the room, a tray carefully being held in his hands along with a keychain and keys. "You've been out for hours, I was beginning to think I killed you."

You say nothing as he closes the door with his foot, freeing one hand from the tray and flipping a switch and the room becomes bright. You closed your eyes, the sudden brightness blinding you momentarily. 

When you open your eyes you try your best to keep in your shock. The room you are held captive in is a bedroom and normal-looking as you believed. Grey walls and a white ceiling. A desk with writing supplies. Dressers with frames of the boys and even photos of yourself scatter across. A large king-size bed, which you are chained to. And even a door that is left open which leads into a bathroom. 

A bedroom that has everything you need leaving you no chance of escaping. 

You feel sick but do your best to keep everything in. "This room took a while for us to fix up," Jin says as he places the tray on the nightstand next to you. "We tried our best to make it feel comfortable for you."

"Why?" Your voice is hoarse. "So I don't have a chance at escaping you." It wasn't a question, one looks around the room and you know the answer. A prison that looks like a bedroom. Jin stares at you, saying nothing at first. 

"You are very pretty." Jin suddenly says as he sits on the bed next to you, his hand reaching out for a strand of your hair. "Smart." You don't move and only stare at him. "Brave too," he tucks the strand of hair behind your ear. "You've become far too brave since we last saw you."

Suddenly Jin grabs a handful of your hair and tugs at it, forcing you to look up at the ceiling. He leans closer to you, his breath fanning your ear. "I suggest you start being a good little girl." his grip tightens causing you to wince as the iron collar of death digs deep into your neck. "Or I'll have to be more forceful with my warnings."

He lets go of you and you turn to look at him, a glare in your gaze. The sudden fear and hopelessness you once had were replaced with new emotions. You're annoyed and irritated. hours have passed, you lost your friends, and Jisoo is most likely dead. Your emotions are all over the place. You just want answers. And you plan on getting them.

"I brought you something to eat" Jin turns his head as he reaches for the tray on the nightstand with one hand. "It is been hours since you last ate, no?" he turns to look at you as if confirming his theory. "I'm not sure how much drugs Jimin had given you, so to make sure your stomach doesn't hurt I made you some soup."

He places the tray onto your lap. On the tray is a bowl of soup which resembles chicken noodles, there is a plastic cup full of water and a piece of paper with two white pills next to it. You look at the pills before looking up at Jin.

"Relax, they are painkillers for your leg" Jin taps your leg and that is when a rush of pain spreads. You had forgotten that you were stabbed by an evil stick when you fell off the cliff. Looking down you notice the injury and just by glancing you can tell it's severely infected. 

"Yoongi will be by later to treat your wound, but you need to take painkillers first." He taps the pills. 

You look at the pills before looking at him, sighing. "Look, how about this" You need to get out of here, but struggling and fighting isn't going to get you far at the moment, you are locked up tighter than a prisoner. "I'll behave like a good little girl if you tell me exactly what is it you want from me, and I don't want to hear any of this 'you belong to us' bullshit."

Jin smirks as he caresses your cheek. "I like it when you get demanding, while the other may enjoy you being in charge, I'm the one in charge here." You smack his hand away. Disgusted at his perverted thoughts. Jin taps the tray, "Eat the food, take the medicine, and drink the water. I'll tell you all you need to know."

With no choice left, you begin eating the soup, your stomach hurting with the desire to consume more food. You must have been more hungry than you realize. Then again you didn't realize how badly you messed up your leg. The Seven Deadly Sins hunting you down had preoccupied your thoughts the last good few hours.

"Do you remember when you were a child? Your life as a young girl?" Jin asks. His hand rubs your good leg softly as he watches you eat. 

"Somewhat" You try to pull your leg away, only for the chain to restrict your movement. 

Jin chuckles as you glare at him. "Do you remember being put into a Psychiatric hospital at the young age of six?" He asks.

You stop eating, thinking back to when you were a child. Most of your memories were blocked, you hardly have any memory of your childhood before age seven. "No," you say putting your spoon down. "I never was put in one. I had no reason to"

Jin smiles as he grabs your painkillers, he looks at you and leans close. Putting his one arm on the bed next to your leg he leans over you as he pops the pills into your mouth. Quickly grabbing the cup of water he holds it up to your lips, forcefully making you drink.

"When you were young you witnessed your older brother's death, and it drove you insane."

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Alright! This chapter is a long one so I hope you readers accept it! I have the ending for this fanfiction already planned out so I'm just trying to fill in the gaps. I hope you like it so far and don't forget to vote and comment.

-Ivory