Hell & Back

8: Back In Hell

It was the middle of the night when Minho was abruptly awakened. The heavy, unwanted weight of Jackson pressing against him sent waves of panic through his body. Jackson's lips trailed along Minho's neck, his voice a sickening whisper. "Don't worry, baby boy."

Minho's mind reeled; his body frozen in terror. He didn't want Jackson's touch, didn't want to be here. Tears streamed down his face as he tried to process the horror of the situation. Then he noticed the other men in the room, their presence making the scene even more nightmarish.

Bound and gagged, Minho felt utterly helpless. The ropes bit into his skin, and the cloth over his mouth muffled his cries. Through his tears, Minho's mind raced, formulating a desperate plan. He had to use the horror of this night as fuel, each moment of pain and fear fortifying his resolve.

As Jackson's hands roamed, Minho's thoughts turned to Chan and Felix. The memory of their support and kindness became a lifeline. He focused on their faces, their words, using them to drown out the terror and humiliation he was experiencing.

In the depths of his despair, a flicker of determination sparked within him. Minho knew he had to endure, to survive this moment so he could eventually escape. Every second of suffering would serve as a reminder of what he needed to fight against, what he needed to break free from.

Hours passed in a blur of anguish and torment. Minho's mind clung to the thought of escape, to the idea of a future where he was no longer a prisoner of the Spiders. The night seemed endless, but eventually, the men left him alone. His body was bruised and battered, but his spirit remained unbroken.

As dawn approached, Minho lay on the cold floor, exhausted and in pain. He knew he couldn't stay here any longer. He had to find a way to escape, to reach Chan and Felix. They were his only hope, the only ones who could help him reclaim his life.

Summoning every ounce of strength he had left, Minho began to work on the ropes binding his wrists. The pain in his body was excruciating, but he pushed through it, driven by the need to escape. He knew that if he didn't act now, he might never get another chance.

After what felt like an eternity, the ropes finally gave way. Minho's hands were free. He quickly removed the gag from his mouth, gasping for air. His next move was to find something to wear and a way out of the hideout.

Silently, he crept through the dark corridors, avoiding any guards he came across. His heart pounded in his chest, fear and adrenaline coursing through his veins. Every step brought him closer to freedom, to the life he had been robbed of.

Finally, he reached the exit. The cool night air hit his face, a stark contrast to the suffocating atmosphere inside the hideout. Minho didn't look back. He ran, his mind focused on one thing: reaching Chan and Felix.

As he made his way through the city, Minho's thoughts returned to the message Chan and Felix had sent him. Their words of support echoed in his mind, giving him the strength to keep going. He wouldn't let Jackson and the Spiders win. He would escape, and he would fight to reclaim his life.

By the time he reached Chan and Felix's apartment, Minho was barely standing. He leaned against the door, his body shaking with exhaustion and pain. He knocked weakly, his vision blurring as tears filled his eyes.

The door opened, and Chan stood there with wide eyes. "Chris," Minho managed to say before collapsing into Chan's arms, sobbing uncontrollably. "H-he tri-"

Chan hugged Minho tightly, cutting him off. "Shhh, it's okay. You're safe now," he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of anger and concern.

Felix appeared behind Chan, his eyes widening in shock when he saw Minho's state. "We need to get him inside," Felix said urgently, helping Chan bring Minho into the apartment.

They gently laid Minho on the couch, and Chan quickly fetched a blanket to cover him. Minho continued to cry, his body trembling as the memories of the past night overwhelmed him.

Felix knelt beside the couch, his hand resting gently on Minho's shoulder. "You're safe here, Minho. We won't let anyone hurt you again."

Minho nodded weakly, his eyes meeting Felix's. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Chan sat down next to Minho, his expression softening. "We need to know what happened," he said gently. "But only when you're ready to talk about it."

Minho took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "Jackson... he..." His voice broke, and he couldn't finish the sentence. The pain and fear were still too raw.

Chan exchanged a worried glance with Felix. "Minho, you don't have to say anything right now," Chan reassured him. "Just know that we're here for you, and we'll do everything we can to help."

Minho rested his head on Chan's shoulder, sighing deeply. Chan felt Minho's body relax, and soon he noticed that Minho had fallen asleep. A small smile formed on Chan's face as he looked down at the younger boy, his expression softening with affection.

Chan then looked up at Felix, his smile fading into a grim determination. "I'm gonna kill him, Felix," he said quietly, his voice filled with barely suppressed rage.

Felix's eyes hardened. "I know, hyung. But we have to be smart about this. We can't let our emotions get the better of us."

Chan nodded, knowing Felix was right. "First, we need to make sure Minho is okay. Then we'll figure out our next move."

Felix agreed. "We should gather everyone and plan this out. Jackson and the Spiders won't get away with this."

As Minho slept peacefully on the couch, Chan and Felix began to strategize, their resolve stronger than ever. They were determined to protect Minho and put an end to the Spiders' reign of terror. For now, though, they would let Minho rest and regain his strength, knowing that they had a tough battle ahead.