No More Dreams (BTS ff)

Chapter 6

My head was pounding. I was conscious but I really didn't want to open my eyes yet so I left them closed for a little while. I couldn't move my arms or legs, almost as if I was tied to something. "Where am I?"  It was fairly silent except for the sounds of my breath... and I think someone else. I listened for a little while and concluded that I was not alone in the room. Slowly I cracked open my eyes and noticed a concrete floor. I lifted my head and winced when the pain in my head grew. I was met with a dim musky smelling concrete room. I gasped as I looked to the right. "Eric?" I tried to whisper but nothing came out. I was having trouble breathing and I felt like the floor was giving out under me and the room was closing in.

Eric sat next to me also tied to a little wooden chair. His head was slumped, hair plastered to his head with blood, some fresh some already dry and crusty. He had bruises and small cuts all over his face. It looked like he had a black eye and perhaps even a broken nose. He was breathing but barely, the breaths were quick and shallow,They were so weak I barely noticed them at first. I wanted to throw up at the sight.

"Why did you have to bring him into this?" I yelled at the top of my lungs hoping someone would hear me. I struggled to get out of the chair but it just felt like the restraints were tightening. I gave up and slumped in my chair when I realized it was useless. I felt my eyes well up with tears but I refused to give in. I don't want to show any weakness around theses men.

It felt like hours later when I suddenly heard the jiggle of the handle on the only thing in the room. The small steel door right in front of me was opening. When I saw who it was I immediately looked away.His face disgusted me at the moment.

"Good to see you're up and alive," He gave a light chuckle and walked closer to me, "We thought we lost you for a minute there."

"Please just let Eric go," I whispered with a glare in the man's direction, "He has nothing to do with this."

"Ah but there you're wrong," Monster growled at me, "He helped you escape and I bet you told him about whats going on. We couldn't just leave him out of it, we have to at least teach him a lesson and then we'll figure out what we're going to do with him.I also know a little bit about him myself. I don't know if you know about it, but I don't think he's the person you know."

"I swear to God if you kill hi-"

"What are you going to do," He interrupted me, "Run away again? I'm so scared. W'ell just find you again. Stop running and just try to get along with us."

"Excuse me! I ran because I was scared and unarmed in the middle of a gun fight!" I was exasperated and didn't care if I was being rude to the deadly man in front of me. "And then some members of Got7 were looking for me and one found me, Eric happened to protect me better than any of you did."

My head made a sharp turn to the left. Monster just slapped me. I put my head down and didn't meet his eyes.

"Thanks for telling me about Got7, I honestly didn't know about that and understand why you ran but you shouldn't have gone so far. You should have came back to us." He frowned at me. "I really don't want to hurt you but you need to be taught a small lesson."

I kept my head down until I heard the door open. In came Jungkook and Jimin. They looked upset but were obviously trying to hide it. I immediately started to panic and tried breaking free from the ropes. "Let me go, I learned the lesson already."

"I think we need to go just a little farther," Monster said and backed out of the room. "Jungkook, Jimin, you know what to do, don't go easy on her."He left the room and I  looked up to the two men walking towards me.

"Sorry Mara." Jungkook whispered and punched me in the face. I felt warmth gush out of my nose and my eyes tear up, but didn't make a peep. The chair tipped and I closed my eyes waiting for the impact But it never happened.  Instead I yelped out in pain when I felt my hair being grabbed. I looked back and saw Jimin with a tight grip on my long hair. He tugged on it until the chair was back on all 4 legs.