A House Of Monsters And Saviors

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TRIGGER WANING DESCRIPTION OF INJURIES

Chapter Five

A loud boom shook the whole castle; tiny bits of rubble fell onto the bed, covering Yoongi and Master in the dust. Master growled, grabbing the tether and yanking his slave from the bed. Yoongi grunted as he was shoved to the floor, Master telling him to hide under the bed and not come out until he was told to. Yoongi nodded and did as he was told.

Yoongi took a few steadying breaths as he waited for Master to return. For three and a half years, he had been held captive, constantly moving because, according to Master, he had many enemies, some of whom would do worse things to Yoongi if they ever found out where they were.

He wondered if they had been found this time. Yoong's stomach rolled at the thought of someone being worse than Master was to him. In his mind, he pictured a million different ways he could be hurt worse, and the thought shook him to the core.

Yoongi curled up even tighter when he heard the telltale creak of the wooden door; it was something Master did to all the doors, so if by chance Yoongi had built up the courage to run away, he would be able to hear him. He watched as the boots walked around the bed. Yoongi covered his mouth as his breathing became heavy, thinking Master more than likely didn't undo the leash as he felt it move; he couldn't help but grab hold of the chain, not that it was going to make a difference; Yoongi had lost so much weight that the man was even smaller than when he lived with his father.

"My god," the voice hissed.

Yoongi curled into a tighter ball, willing whoever it was to go away; he closed his eyes tight as he was gently pulled from under the bed. The floor was rough against his bare skin. He held on tight to the tether.

"Oh, sweetheart, it's gonna be okay."

The voice was faintly familiar; Yoongi couldn't curl up any tighter as a blanket was placed over him. He could hear the voice calling out for someone, a name he knew that name but from where? He whimpered as soft hands moved him into a sitting position. He didn't open his eyes; the voice was soft as hurried footsteps could be heard running down the corridor.

"Where is he?" this voice, too, was familiar. Deeper, but only by a little.

Yoongi carefully opened his eyes to see what was going on; if they were enemies of Master, why was this person being so kind to him?

"Jimin, it's bad," the woman informed him.

"How?" Jimin asked, looking over at Yoongi.

Yoongi closed his eyes, moving the blanket so his face was obstructed. He stayed still, hoping they would forget he was there. If Master came in and saw that he was being good, he wasn't trying to escape, then he wouldn't be mad; there would be no punishment. He couldn't help the terror that gripped him as the blanket was carefully moved from his face.

"It's okay, I got you," Jimin whispered as he moved closer, "I'm so sorry," his voice shaky as he pushed the blanket down, "Oh god."

Yoongi swallowed the lump that was in his throat; he knew what he looked like; he looked terrible. Ribs poked through his skin; you could count each one of his vertebrae. Scares on places that Master said he liked to mark. Teeth are buried so deep into Yoongis's flesh that you can see the outline of each tooth. The fingernails were dug so deep into his hips that the scabs never seemed to be able to heal. He didn't like to look at himself, but Master enjoyed watching them in the mirror. It made his stomach roll, but if he complied, Master wasn't as cruel.