W.I.N.G.S.

Stigma

Stig·ma

a mark of disgrace associated with a particular circumstance, quality, or person

"H-how long have you been here for?" Taehyung asked Hoseok.

"I lost count of the years." Hoseok hoarse voice replied, keeping his head down and eyes closed.

"How can you lose count. Where are we? I need to get out. I need to find Lisa. Is Lisa ok?" Taehyung started to speak a mile a minute running around the room, trying to escape.

"Please stop making so much noise! She doesn't like it when we make noise. Making noise only gets you noticed, and that's the last thing you want here." Hoseok finally looked up with a look of pure fear.

"Whoa wait what happened here. Why do you look so thin?" Taehyung finally stopped freaking out noticing just how weak Hoseok looked.

The small blonde boy walked slowly over to the broken human huddled in a corner. He took in just how much Hoseok was shaking from the cold winter, and how he refused to look up.

"Um what's your name?" Tae asked.

"H-h-hoseok, but that doesn't matter. You're not safe anymore. She will come back for you, and when she does it will only get worse the longer you stay. I am thankful, she's never touched me. I'm just a prisoner, but what she's done to Jungkook and poor Yoongi. Please just kill yourself now it only gets worse from now." Hoseok warned not wanting to see another human being tortured to the point of near death only to bring them back and repeat the process over and over again.

"No what why, who is she? Why are you a prisoner what did you do?!" Taehyung asked frantically.

"I took the heart of someone that was hers. You are only ever put here if you do something to her. If you take something from her." The frightened Hoseok muttered while curling up in his own body heat wishing that this was just a dream.

Then the heavy steel door creaked open shocking both boys, but only one crawled back to the corner praying to everything that he wouldn't be next. Praying someone would take over his job, and that the boy put into this cell would take over his job of test dummy.

"Human, yes hello my name is Taehyung, and I'm looking for Lisa. Do you know who lisa is? How can I get to her? Please can you tell me where I am, and where she is?" Taehyung started talking a mile a minute wanting to know where is love was.

He jumped forward clinging onto the lady's arm sinking his fingers into her smooth skin. She watched him with a blank expression, but complete and utter sorrow from within. She knew that this beautiful boy would no longer be sane enough to touch her. She knew this boy would no longer stand on his two feet, because his life was nothing from here on out. She could see him become nothing with a glance, he would be nothing.

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"Cara, You can't have him." Lady in the blue dress said for the billionth time.

"Why not?! Why the fuck can't I have him. I know he makes you so fucking wet. I know he makes you shiver, and everytime he gets undressed for the surgeries you perform on his, you stare at his every moving muscle. You're so fucking sick. You torture the poor boy then lay beside him when you're done. Let me be his one and only." Cara yells while crossing her arms against her chest knowing she left the lady in blue speechless.

"Is this true? Are you having emotional ties with our test subject?" A third voice surprised the two girls shocking the very life out of both of them.