Dad said I'll know when the smuggler gets here, so I guess I just have to be ready.
It got pretty late, but I had a case all ready, and made sure I had a big dinner.
I nodded off on my chair in my room.
"My darling.." I hear a woman speak softly.
"You need to hurt them." she spoke again, maintaining a pleasant tone..
"Make them suffer.
Make them beg for their deaths.." She gradually became more sinister.
"Burn them.
BURN THEM ALL."
I awoke suddenly, but to a distinctive smell.
Smoke.
I shot up from the seat, and the whole upper half of my room was covered in thick, black smoke.
I crouched down, looking around the room to find the source.
I grabbed my bag and then ran to the doorway.
Oh no.
"DAD?!" I shouted.
The fire engulfed the whole of the downstairs space.
"DAD!!" I screamed, now getting desperate.
I coughed from the smoke, and then ran down the stairs to see if he was hiding anywhere.
No...
Dad.
I could see him, sat on his rocking chair.
He was on fire.
He was gone.
An oil lamp burst close to me from the heat and flames roared towards me.
I screamed as burning oil sprayed in my face, and I sprinted towards the front door. As I opened it, there was a huge explosion, projecting me outwards onto the grass in front.
I turned to look at my home, and it was just a massive fire ball.
He had no chance.
I collapsed my head on the grass and cried.
Everything is gone.
I closed my eyes while my tears fell down my cheeks.
.
My eyes flicked open.
Someone's here.
I move to sit up and I suddenly feel a hand cover my mouth, and a sack tightened over my head.
I tried to fight them off, but then I felt a hand tighten the head sack.
"Stop fighting. I'm sorry about your father." A female voice spoke, and I instantly stopped moving.
"Are.. you the smuggler?" I asked openly, and she didn't respond, but I assumed my guess was correct.
I was carried onto a cart, and then heard a horse move off.
"Is the sack really necessary?" I spoke, breaking the silence.
No response.
"Where am I going?" I ask again.
Nothing.
"Who burned my house down?" I whispered, suddenly feeling overcome with emotion.
"My dad is dead. I never got to say goodbye to him." I then break down, and the smuggler places a hand on my back.
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In Safe Hands +18 ~ BTS/SKZ/Reader
FantasyBTS + Stray Kids AU Inspiration taken from Howls Moving Castle, Shadow and Bone and Peaky Blinders. This story contains mature themes. Violence, sex, manipulation, sa, poverty, exploitation etc. Reader POV Photos all from Pinterest water marks left...