Secrets⇝Yoonmin

|Chapter • 8|

Jimin's POV
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We arrive in a dining room, a huge dining room. The girl from earlier is at the head of the table, there are both men and women sitting at the large table, all looking like royalty. There are chandeliers lining the ceiling, if I weren't kidnapped I'd say it was very beautiful.

The girl gets up, spotting me and walks over. "Hello Baekhyun, Park Jimin. Jimin, you are assigned that man-" She points to a guy a little older than me, very attractive if I say so myself,"- and are to follow him to his quarters after dinner." I nod and Baekhyun looks at me with wide eyes. I furrow my eyebrows at him.

"J-Jimin.. uhm nevermind, just do well." He says and quickly walks over to the vampire he's assigned to. I walk slowly over to the man, and stop behind him like the other servants. He turns at my presence, and raises his eyebrows. His eyes scan my body, making me quite uncomfortable. I take in his face, sharp and defined., he has dyed dark red hair, styled messily.

"Call me Kihun." He says and turns around, facing the table again. The dinner service starts and I copy the servant beside me, asking what he wants to drink. "I would like Type A." He says and turns back to his conversation. Type A? I walk over to the kitchen and ask for it, they give me a pitcher full of a thick red liquid.

The smell hits me, copper. I sniff the pitcher and wrinkle my nose in disgust, he asked for Type A. Type A blood. I make my way over to him, and start to fill his glass, but I jump when I feel a strong hand grab my ass. "My sister assigned me a good one.." He hisses in my ear.

I step away and put the pitcher back.

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The whole dinner service was like that, Kihun groping me in inappropriate places. I stand behind him as everyone finishes up. Many of the vampire at the table left with they're servant, some didn't. I notice Baekhyun leave without his assigned guest.

Is that good or bad?

I get startled out of my thoughts as a arm snakes around my waist, pulling me close. I look up to see Kihun, who else would it be? "Are you ready to go baby?" I grimace at the name. I nod and he leads me out the doors into a large hallway. What is he going to do to me..?

I swallow nervously as we get into the elevator, alone. In a flash I'm pinned in the corner, his hands on the walls on either side of my head. I close my eyes and look away. "Oh, baby don't be nervous. Tell me, what are you going to do for me?" He says and turns my head toward him.

"I-I wasn't aware of this.." I say quietly. He smiles and turns my head, exposing my neck. "W-wait! Please!" I start to panic, fearing he'll bite me. "Calm down baby.." He whispers and kisses my neck, pulling the skin with his teeth.

I sigh in relief when the elevator stops, he grabs my wrist and pulls me toward a room with golden doors. He quickly unlocks it and pulls me inside, swiftly locking it again.

He smirks at me, showing off a long fang. "Would you rather strip for me or give me a lap dance baby boy?" He asks and sits on the king sized bed, his back against the headboard. My eyes widen at the options. I don't want to show off my body, but I also don't want to be that close to him.

"I-I'll give you a lap d-dance." I say quietly. "Mmm come here.." He says and looks at me lustfully. I slip off the heels, which were killing my feet, and crawl onto the bed. I know how to give lap dances, with my ex, and with people at clubs. Kihun pulls me into his lap, and I place my hands on his shoulders, balancing myself.

I start by moving my hips side to side, and running my fingers through his hair. His hands stay still on my waist thankfully. I grind down onto him slowly and he lifts his head up, making eye contact with me. "Your good Jiminie..." He moans and looks down again.

My chest tightens from hearing that nickname, only Yoongi uses that nickname with me. I try to forget and continue, grinding down harder and faster onto him. He starts thrusting up toward me and his hands wander inside my shirt. I'm so pitiful..

He stops suddenly and looks at me. "Baby boy, would you give oppa a blowjob?" My eyes widen at his request and I shake my head before remembering what Baekhyun said, Just Do well.

I crawl backwards as he slides off his pants and boxers. I close my eyes as a single tear falls down my face. "Baby, don't cry, come on.."
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I gag as Kihun cums in my mouth, finally. "Swallow it baby, don't make me hit you again."

I flinch back while swallowing the thick substance, waiting to be hit again. He pats my cheek and gets up, pulling up his pants. I sit back and wait for his next command, I've learned that if I disobey I get hit.

"Come, it's time to mark you." My blood turns cold. What does that mean? Mark me? "What d-does that mean?" I stutter and lean away from him. "I'll show you." He grabs my wrist and I cry out, the rope burns still painful.

He continues to pull me out the door and down the hallway, into a dark room. I struggle against him as he pushes me into a chair. "Stop struggling." He grabs my arms and straps them down.

"P-please don't do this! I-I'll do anything! Please!" I plead with him as he goes over to a large fire. He pulls out a metal stick with the initials IK. He's going to brand me.

Kihyun walks back over to my slowly, turning the glowing metal in his hands. I pull away from him, well as much as I can since I'm restrained. He crouches down in front of me and starts unbuttoning my shorts with one hand, still twirling the metal rod in the other.

I yelp as he pulls down one side of the shorts to expose my upper thigh. "This will only hurt a second baby boy.." I scream as the blinding pain scorches through my body. I pant heavily as he takes away the metal from my leg. I can't help the tears falling down my face. I'm a coward.

I start sobbing as he comes back with another rod, the initials IC glowing bright at the end. He holds my leg down and places the metal next to the previous branding. I scream louder than before, the edges of my vision going dark. I faintly hear someone yelling my name, but I pass out.

Yoongi's POV
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I yell for Jimin from my cell, hearing his screams terrified me. What are they doing to him..? I lean against the bars for a closer look when the door opens to my room. Yeah, I have a room but I'm in a cell. Makes sense. Two guards throw someone into the room then leave, and my heart stops realizing who it is. Jimin.

He's bloodied and pale, unconscious, covered in hickies. I furrow my brows at the fact that his shorts are pull down slightly. Oh no. My eyes fall on the initials IC burned into his skin.

Im Cara. My mate.