Captive

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"Don't stop giving your best effort just because things are not going as you planned." — Unknown.

[Kwan and Kyu up on the side or on the top! Since they are identical twins, they will be portrayed as Kai from EXO so they both look like him, except Kwan has glasses while Kyu doesn't :)]

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Demi

"So this is the bitch's boyfriend, huh?" I say, putting my phone down and laying my hand on my hip as I watch Wilmer struggle to drag a fighting teenage boy, Reece Levy, into the room. A black bag was over his head and his wrists and ankles were tied up, yet that didn't stop him from constantly struggling and moving in Wilmer's arms.

Wilmer sets him down in the chair in the room, and he locks the boy into the chair, chains cuffed around his wrists and ankles, attached to the metal chair. When he was satisfied that the boy wasn't going anywhere, he comes over and stands next to me.

"He's a fighter like Octavia." Wilmer murmurs to me quietly, his head turn away, and his eyes met mine. "He kind of landed a few solid ones on me and actually escaped once, but I got him." Wilmer shakes his head, breathing deeply. "But he's a warrior, Demi."

"I know." I nod. "But he won't be for long," I flash him a smile and then I wave him off, dismissing him. Wilmer sighs before leaving the room, closing the metal door behind him. Now it was just me and Reece. A lightbulb hung over his head, and the room was bare expect with me and the boy, it's dirty grey walks filled with dirt. I circle the boy, my arms crossed over my chest as I observe him sit there and struggle against the chains.

He was strong, no doubt about it, his muscles flex under his shirt as he tried to yank his hands free, but failed horribly when the chains don't come off. Standing in front of him, I reach over and grab the end of the black bag over his head, before yanking it off. I threw it away, discharging it to a side of the room and now I had a look at the boy's features. A purplish bruise showed all of its glory at the end of his jaw, which I'm guessing that was from Wilmer, and a small cut was on his temple, there was dried blood. He was sweating, his armpits and neck was coated with sweat, the blue shirt he was wearing is slightly damped with sweat. He must've been fighting a long time, I wonder why Wilmer didn't knocked him out. His eyes were covered with a black bandana and his mouth was taped. Reaching forward, I lose the bandana around his eyes, and he flinched against my touch. Rolling my eyes, I take the bandana and threw it away. Then, I grab onto the tape on his mouth and yanked it off, causing the boy to yelp then let out a loud curse. I raised a brow, discharging the tape and I step back so I can look at him clearly.

He's handsome. Octavia really has a taste for men. She picked a good one.

With short dark hair, and brown eyes filled with anger and hate, the boy looks at me as he asks, "Where the fuck is my girlfriend?" Of course he would ask that.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" I say, flashing him a beaming smile before I reach out and caress his injured jaw. He jerks his head away from me, breathing deeply as he glares at me, and I let my eyes travel down his body.

Oh yes, Octavia does have good taste in men.

"What have you done to her? I swear if you laid a hand on her, I'm gonna kill you!" He snaps, his voice drenched with anger as he looks at me, eyes narrowed.

Noticing the threat, I narrowed my eyes and grab his jaw roughly, making sure to roses pressure into his purplish wound. He winces as I hold him so we were basically eye to eye. "One thing you need to learn, boy, is that you never threaten me. Unless you want to be burned alive, how is that sound like?" I titled my head at him, raising my brows. "Octavia is none of your concern right now. You don't need to—" I was cut off rudely as he spits at my face.