Warning *abuse is mentioned during the end of this chapter*. Please don't read if that upsets you. In no way is abuse okay, remember it's just an imagine.
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Every noise was muffled and for a mere moment my number one worry wasn't about how I had been kidnapped. It was about whether an explosion had gone off and had affected my hearing negatively. When my eyes opened and met complete darkness, it occured to me that my head could be covered with a black bag.
A deep sigh escaped from my lips and every noise ceased around me. No doubt I had gathered stares from around the room.
A hand had roughly pulled the bag from my head, pulling my neck back with it, making it ache slightly. It took a long moment of time for my eyes to finally adjusts to the lighting change before three figures began to appear before my adjusting eyes.
Each figure seemed to be male, two were taller and one was slightly shorter.
"Jungkook, be careful" The smaller one has spoken before placing both hands into the pockets of his blue ripped jeans.
Each man I saw was handsome, all four of them, as the fourth male came into view. They each had an individual style that suited their looks so well. Yet I ended up in the condition I'm in, tied up and bruised, they obviously aren't good people.
"Oh, look at my baby, quivering in fear, I love it. If you don't mind, I'd like a little alone time with my girl"
Jungkook, and the two other men did not protest and left peacefully, but not before patting the shoulder of the remaining man proudly.
I, on the other hand was disgusted. Kidnapping is a crime and with the bruises I surely have, he could go to prison!
The male stalked towards me eagerly, bending down to my fragile figure before automatically running hand down my cheek gently. He had caressed my cheek several times, his eyes examining my entire face.
I had flinched at the contact of this stranger touching my skin, and as my eyes met with the metal death sentence being held on his belt, I could feel myself shaking from the sudden anxiety.
This isn't what I wanted.
"Don't cry, my love, I'm here now" the man's voice seemed kind and concerned but I knew he was anything but that.
My fingers began to claw at the cement I was laying on, trying my hardest not to sink my teeth into this man's hand.
How dare he touch me! I have a boyfriend who is probably worrying sick. Speaking of my boyfriend; has he realised that I didn't come home from work last night? Has he called the police? Am I officially a missing person?
The man's hand moved from the skin of my cheek to my hair. I felt like a dog.
"Don't touch me" I hissed aggressively and I pulled myself away from the man's touch abruptly. Rage burned in his eyes at my action and had I only realised that I was foolish before, I would've avoided the slap that burned my cheek.
The man held nothing back as he had slapped me, my head had snapped to the side at the force before I was pulled back by my hair roughly. A searing hot pain ran against my entire scalp.
"Do that again and you won't live to see tomorrow. And what a shame it would be to see you miss out on the life I've planned for us, my love"
