𝐍𝐞𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 || 𝐀 𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

15 - Hidden Beneath

⚠️ !!WARNING!! ⚠️

THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MENTIONS OF SEXUAL ASSAULT, PEDOPHILIA, NECROPHILIA AND OTHER SENSITIVE TOPICS.

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It took my brothers quite some time to convince me to let them take me back home. The irony. I would've killed to go back to Japan, but after knowing my dad's disgusting doings, I feel like I'll never look at my house the same again.

If they're dead set on taking me there, then there's got to be something horrible my dad has been doing in the house. Perhaps that's why he restricted my movement at home.

I don't want the cozy image I have of my home to be ruined because of a man that can't keep it in his pants. He raped his own daughters and let other women rape his sons, and according to my brothers, it's not the worst he's done.

"If you feel like it's too much, just say chess. We'll take you back home" Jimin says before kissing my forehead. Taking a deep breath, I gathered my courage and agreed.

Jimin closed my eyes with his hands and next thing I knew, I was in my bedroom. It's been a few months since I last entered this room, but I didn't have many feelings. I only slept in this room a few times every month, because dad was never home. He'd never let me sleep in here.

We were mere holograms, even if mom or dad walked in, they can't see us or hear us. But we can see and hear them. "Why are we here?" I asked. "Unfortunately, the worst things happen right beneath your bedroom. Also the reason why dad hates you sleeping here, he's afraid you'd find out" Jimin sighs.

Jungkook pulls my carpet off the floor and did something with the tiles. The floor opened up, revealing a dark and dirty stairway. "Do we go down there...?" I asked as though it weren't obvious already.

"C'mon, you have to see this" Jungkook says, holding my hand as he takes me down. The stairway was dark and dusty. There were cobwebs and little insects just about everywhere. "C—can I just wait for you guys on the surface?" I asked, shifting closer to Jimin. "No"

Eventually we reached the bottom. There were two doors, none of which looked pleasing.

Red and black.

Going through the red door was a mistake. I would never forget what I saw in there. There were a minimum of fifty cells. The room was silent, only my heavy breathing could be heard.

My grip on Jimin's hand tightened. Each and every jail cell housed a girl. The ones next to me had girls as little as two years old. "Wh-who are they?" I asked, shaking.

"Our sisters" Jimin replies.

"This is what dad does to the kids he finds exceptionally beautiful. He doesn't give them orders for long. He'll just drag them into his bed, steal their dignity and throw them in here. They're stripped out of their clothes, their powers, their rights... and even their voice"

I was beyond disgusted. I'd been living with a sadistic pedophile my whole life. And I didn't even know. All the girls were naked and had multiple cuts on their bodies.

It hurt seeing the girls shackled to the wall, sometimes even missing a finger or two. Their hair would be missing in patches, while others would have tried scabs and bruises all over their bodies.

As we walked further and further down the array of cells, we finally reached the end. The girl inside the last cell looked about eighteen years old. "She was our oldest sister. Died about three years ago. Dad still fucks the corpse" Taehyung explained.

Necrophilia.

I noticed that all the girls had a marking of a certain flower on their upper thigh. "What is that?" I asked. "Lilium bulbiferum, commonly known as an orange lily. It's a flower that signifies hatred and pride. The colour orange itself signifies superficiality and arrogance. Dad claims his victory by carving it into their skin with a cursed knife" Jimin replied.