THE PURGE || BTS EDITION

Chapter 13: It Was You

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Yoongi's P.O.V.

I was brought to a room in the basement of the building. The two burly men threw me into a wooden chair, tightly strapping my arms and legs to it, before pulling out some contraption with wires attached to it. One man began placing the wires on my body, while the other pulled out a roll of duct tape and began taping them down. Wires were connected to my forearms, underneath my shirt on my chest, and on the sides of my forehead. I struggled against my restraints, but they were too strong for me to break through.

"We've been waiting a long time for this Mr. Kim." One of the guards snarled out, smirking over at me. My eyes went wide, mouth opening to explain they had the wrong man, when my whole body jerked. Pain shot throughout all my nerves and pricked my body as the electricity ran through.

"Where the fuck is Ryan's brother? Huh Namjoon?" The other said, his face a few inches from mine.

"You think I'm Kim Namjoon? Well you fuckers are in for a rude awakening." I spit out, glaring at both of them. "That backstabbing asshole is back at the store where you left him." I said smirking, waiting for them to realize how bad they'd fucked up.

"Nice try buddy, but we know it's you. And you've managed to piss Ryan off pretty bad. So why don't you tell us where his fucking brother is before things get worse." The guard said, smirking smugly to himself.

"I have no fucking clue where that shithead's brother is! I'm not Namjoon!" I shouted out, enraged that Namjoon had used me as a scapegoat for his punishment. I had opened up to him and trusted him, something I had a hard time doing to anyone, and he threw me away like a piece of trash. To me, he was my brother. To him, I was a disposable fool.

The two men looked at each other before turning a knob on the box and pressing the button. Once again, my whole body began to spasm as the electricity ran through my nerves and shocked my whole body. I tried to yell out in pain, but my jaw was slack and unable to move. The two fuckers were sitting there laughing at me, enjoying their view.

The electricity coursed through me for what felt like minutes, but was only seconds. The second round affected me a lot more than the first, as my muscles were weak and I was practically unable to move. The two guards circled around me, one pulling out a crowbar and the other a pocketknife.

"You're only making this more difficult for yourself." The guard holding the knife cooed as he leaned down to my face. I felt the tip of the blade hit my cheek and a dull pain as the cool metal slide down, slicing a gash on the side of my face.

I spit, the liquid making contact with the side of his face. Enraged, he gripped the knife with both hands before plunging it into my shoulder blade. I yelled out in pain.

"You little fucker. We're gonna make your life a living hell." He spat before walking away. The other man moved in front of me, his hands holding the crowbar like a baseball bat. He swung his arms back before meeting my stomach with the bar, the wind instantly leaving my body as I was left gasping for air. Before I could even return to steady breathing, the bar was making its way to my head, meeting it with a devastating crack. Instantly, the world went black.