Bad Blood || K. Jongin

05| Courtesan

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(Lyra)

I wake with gut wrenching pain. Every bone in my body hurts.

"Get up you fucking whore!" A man yells angrily into my ear. He jerks me awake by grabbing a fistful of my hair.

I cry out as he forces me up and onto my feet. "S-stop!" I claw at his forearms, desperate to relieve the pressure.

He smirks and tightens the grip he has on my loose curls. The man continues to drag me across the room, gaining pleasure from each step.

He releases me at the suites's entrance. I curl into a ball, bringing all my hair forward to shelter it from the stranger. My scalp throbs with pain as I cower and shiver in the open hallway. "Don't think about running." The man chuckles, stroking the top of my head gently.

I swallow the phlegm that nervously gathers in my throat. I feel like throwing up.

Minutes pass with my head hung low, before I finally peak my head above my knees. What are we waiting for?

The man glances down both ends of the hallway. Something seems off by the way he keeps checking his watch.

I silently massage my hair, and inspect the many bruises that have been placed on my skin. The pain that had consumed me has not subsided. Nothing has healed while I slept.

It's dead silent. Just like the moments before they had taken me. I suddenly become restless at the familiar feeling, my hands dropping to my sides. "Where are you taking me?" I say without thinking, forgetting the hierarchy I'm now placed under.

The man's head snaps over at me. "Did I say you could talk?" He growls, his eyes narrowing with anger as I stare right back into them.

"I have the right-" But then I stop.

"I will get you out of here." A voice rings loudly inside my head.

"It will be alright Lyra." He murmurs softly, reaching out to grab a blanket.

"Please" I whimper, as he sets the blanket around my shoulders. "Please come back for me."

Without looking back, Jongin replies instantly. "I promise."

I bite my tongue under his intense gaze, and turn my head. I won't get anywhere if I try to fight back. I will only cause myself more pain, and cause more trouble for Jongin.

He laughs loudly, assuming he's scared me completely. "I almost forgot." He snickers, leaning down to clasp the metal handcuffs back around my wrists. I grit my teeth, the thought of having to submit to him becoming almost detrimental. If only I had the strength to take back my freedom.

But this doesn't shake the fact that I feel absolutely helpless. Never could I have imagined that I would be a slave to these mysterious, foreign , and disgustingly powerful men that loathed to control others and their lives for their own benefit.

I feel so angry at myself, at my own incompleteness, that I fail to realize how hard my fists are clenching. I exhale soundlessly, my feelings of vexation quickly turning to fear at the sound of many footsteps. It's time to leave.

"Stand up." The man snarls, kicking me as If I was a dog. A small, but almost non- existent whimper escapes my lips at the feeling of his boot striking my shin.

But I manage to stand, sneaking a glance at my captor, his aroma switching from confident to nervous in less than a second as four men appear next to us. All of them are dressed in oddly fashionable, and well put together outfits.