A Pure Soul

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I snapped pictures of their faces, which I immediately sent Jihoon, our hacker. I told him to run their faces through the databases to give me their information, especially which criminal organizations they are a part of, so that we can find the man behind all of this, the man that had kidnapped our precious little brother.

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POV. Jimin

I stirred awake from my restless sleep, when a jet of cold water hit my face. I sucked in air surprised by the cold water drenching both my face as well as my clothes. The only thing I noticed at first was the cold running through my body, which starts shaking heavily in an desperate attempt to fight the cold that bites my skin.

The next thing I realized was how a thick rope was cutting in my skin at both of my wrists as well as at my feet. The thick rope that attached me to the chair, I sat upon made me completely unable to move.

"Looks like the sleeping beauty has finally awakened." A dark and threatening voice drew my attention to a grey-haired man, maybe in his late sixties, wearing a dark suit, towering in front of me. In his hand, he still held a hose, which dripped water every few seconds.

"W-what is g-going on? W-where are we? W-who a-are you? What d-do you w-want from m-me?" I rambled as the anxiety overtook my body. Sadly, all the answers I received were a strong blow to my face. "Don't talk unless you are allowed to!" The man screamed directly into my face. 

Now I was even more frightened than before, and without realizing it, I pressed myself even more against the chair I was bound to, to make myself even smaller in front of the unknown man.

The man must have noticed my posture change, because a smug disgusting smile crept onto his lips. "What an obidient little thing you're, maybe I'll keep you here in my home after all this is over." He had a victorious smile on his lips. 

"Now tell me, love..." He started to caress my cheek, which had begun to turn red from the punch, just a few seconds ago. I felt disgusted by the elders touch and what he has said; his eyes went up and down my body, like I wasn't my own human, but a sack of meat he could devour. 

"What exactly has BTS planned for the weapons deal with the Japanese mafia?" I looked at the man in front of me in confusion. 'How was I supposed to know that?' "I-I don't k-know, sir." I stuttered, only to feel a stinging pain emerging from my cheek once again, just a second after those words left my mouth.

"Don't act dumb, boy! I know you're the new lapdog of BTS." Tears start to exit my eyes because of both pain and fear. "Please, I really don't know anything. My hyungs have never told me about any deals. They don't want me to be part of their criminal world." I choked out; my sobs got stronger with every word that left my mouth because I saw how my opposite's facial expression changed into one displaying more anger. 

"You're worthless; why do they even keep you around?" He screamed as I finished my sentence; he could no longer contain his anger and unleashed his wrath upon me. I cried in pain as one after another punch hit my small body until his last punch was strong enough for the whole chair to fall over. 

My head hit the cold stone floor, and I felt warm liquid flow down my otherwise cold skin. I now lay helpless on the floor; the whole room was spinning, and I occasionally whimpered in pain. The man towering in front of me smiled in satisfaction before turning around. "I'll be back tomorrow evening! Until then, I want him covered from head to toe with cuts and bruises; if he can't answer my questions, then I'll use him to get them from BTS themselves. He seems to be their weakness, so we'll use it to our advantage and break them, by breaking him."