Twisted Devotion(BTS X Hobi)

10~ Crossing The Line

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Warning~ This chapter contains graphic depictions of non-consensual acts, violence, and psychological distress that may be triggering for some readers. Proceed with caution.

The man threw Hoseok onto the floor in front of the six brothers. Hoseok trembled, his eyes wide with fear as the cold, hard gazes of the six men made his skin crawl.

Jin ordered Hoseok to stand up. Exhausted and disoriented, Hoseok struggled to his feet, his legs trembling beneath him.

When Jin's voice rose sharply, Hoseok scrambled to obey, his legs shaking uncontrollably. He approached Jin, but before he could react, Jin's hand lashed out, striking him hard across the face. The sharp sting made Hoseok yelp, his hand flying to his reddened cheek as silent tears rolled down his face.

"I'm sorry," Hoseok mumbled over and over, his voice barely above a whisper.

Namjoon grabbed Hoseok by his hair, dragging him roughly into the house. The maids, standing by, looked away, unable to intervene. Hoseok's desperate cries filled the air, his pleas for mercy echoing down the corridor as he was pulled painfully up the stairs.

"Let me go! Please!" he screamed, his voice cracking from the strain. He hurled curses and insults at them-"You monsters! Let me out of here! I hate you!"

Despite his defiance, Namjoon and the others showed no sign of relenting. They reached the room where Hoseok had been held and threw him inside before locking the door.

Inside, Hoseok's anger exploded. He began to smash anything he could grab, his hysterical cries filling the space. He fought against the invisible chains of fear that bound him, his face flushed red with rage.

Jimin approached cautiously, but Hoseok threw a lamp in his direction. Jimin dodged with ease, the lamp crashing to the floor.

Panting heavily, Hoseok glared at Namjoon as he stepped forward. "You're going to learn tonight," Namjoon said with a grim tone.

Hoseok's scoff was a mixture of defiance and desperation. "You think you can scare me? What are you going to do-beat me? Starve me?"

Yoongi smirked and stepped forward. "It's time for you to face the reality you've been running from."

Hoseok froze. "What... what do you mean?"

Taehyung laughed softly as he started to undress. "Did you really think you could escape? We tricked you. We made sure you'd be trapped."

Jin added with a menacing tone, "You clearly don't fear us enough. We'll make sure you do."

Hoseok shook his head, stepping back. "How are you going to do that?"

Namjoon's eyes narrowed. "Yoongi, take him to the bed."

Hoseok's eyes widened in horror. "No! Please, no!"

He tried to escape but Yoongi caught him easily, forcing him onto the bed. Hoseok fought with everything he had-kicking, scratching, and yelling-but against six men, his resistance was futile.

Jungkook stepped forward, his expression cold as he climbed onto the bed between Hoseok's legs. He began to kiss Hoseok forcefully, his hands methodically undressing him. Hoseok's protests were muffled by Jungkook's relentless actions, his pleas for them to stop falling on deaf ears.

Yoongi followed, pulling Hoseok's arms above his head and restraining him. The room was filled with Hoseok's cries of distress as Yoongi took his turn, his actions harsh and unyielding.

Taehyung came next, his movements deliberate as he joined in. Hoseok's cries grew more desperate as each new assailant took their turn, his body and spirit breaking under the repeated assault.

Jimin and Namjoon took their places, each taking their time, their actions reflecting a cruel sense of control and dominance.

Finally, Jin, the last to participate, took Hoseok as the others looked on. After he was done, he stepped back, putting on a robe and heading to the balcony. He leaned on the railing, savoring the sounds of Hoseok's anguished cries and the sickening sounds of skin slapping on skin.

Namjoon joined Jin, who had also come to the balcony. They looked out over the mansion's grounds, Namjoon casually handing Jin an apple. Their indifference was palpable as they ignored Hoseok's continued suffering inside.

When it was all over, Hoseok lay on the bed, tears streaming down his face. His legs were spread wide, his body still trembling. His wrists were raw from the restraints, and his sobs filled the silence of the room. The once defiant young man was now utterly broken, left to grapple with the harrowing reality of his situation.