The Truth About Monsters

Chapter 7: Choose A Side

Rosie woke up feeling as if an anvil had been dropped on her head. Her limbs felt heavy, sluggish, and somewhat cramped- as if she'd just gotten off a fifteen hour flight. Her thoughts came slowly back to her pounding, pulsing head. With them, they brought a strong, fresh sense of fear. Rosie's heart began to race.

She took in her surroundings.

The lights were off, though they hung on the low ceiling above her. She was on the floor, against a wall, it seemed. She was in a small room, with an unfinished, hard cement floor. The walls were barren, concrete looking. It smelled vaguely like mold.

No plants. No furniture. Just a heavy, thick metal door with an unlit exit sign overhead.

Her hands were bound.

Her legs were now bound as well, zip tie forgone for thick, choking rope.

Rosie realized that she was gagged. She bit down on the cloth that was seemingly stuffed into her mouth, wrapped around her in the tightest fashion.

Her memories were hazy, upon initially waking. But now? Now, they were back.

Where the fuck was she? She felt her insides churn with hate.

Jisoo. Jisoo fucking Kim.

Kim Jisoo was going to kill Rosie in this dank, poorly lit basement. She was going to murder her and have Mino, or Darius... hell, maybe even Jennie, throw her body into the Potomac fucking river.

Rosie tried to scream, then. She willed for someone, anyone to hear her. She felt her dry throat cry out in protest simultaneously, and she realized it was a moot point.

Her screams never filled the air. They never left the confines of the thick cloth forced into her mouth.

She was going die.

She closed her eyes, shutting them hard. She envisioned Jungkook and Somi busting through the metal door, using the GPS on her phone to locate her.

Lisa would come in and shoot the shit out of anyone who dared lay a hand on Rosie.

Chanyeol would have blood for their audacity.

Somi would gush over Rosie, telling her to be strong. That she'd be okay.

Jungkook wouldn't let any harm come to Rosie. His favorite girl.

Rosie felt tears begin to slide down her cheeks.

She'd left her phone at home. To spend quality time with Jisoo.

How stupid was she? Did she think, for a moment, that someone like Kim Jisoo would ever go for someone like her? Roseanne Park, the doctor. Kim Jisoo, the millionaire mob boss. What the hell was she thinking? That she was in love? That her allegiances meant nothing in the face of a little attraction?

She'd fucked everything up. And now, she was going to pay with her life.

Rosie cried harder. She began to rock back and forth ever so gently, realizing she was still in her dress, her makeup probably running in thick black lines down her tear stained cheeks.

At least no one had touched her, so far.

And then the door opened. Right in the middle of Rosie's choked sobs. The lights flew on, one by one, row by row. Shadows filled the room.

It was Darius, first. He threw the heavy door open like it was made of plastic, and Rosie swore he could've at least dented it if he were angry enough.

Then it was Jennie, looking triumphant as ever, as if she'd been waiting for Rosie to fail this entire time.

It was right then and there that Rosie had realized that she had been. They were both in Jisoo's inner circle. She must've told them. Since the very beginning, the unbridled hostility.... they all knew.