My little Puppy

Chapter 3

I stared at the table with confusion and horror. Namjoon chuckled. "I didn't want to do this, but you leave me no choice Jimin. Bad boys have to be punished." Suddenly the light and fire went out, leaving the whole room in pitch black. I could hear Namjoon moving. I tried to back away, but I ran into something. I tried to scream, but Namjoon clamped his hand over my mouth. He hauled me off my feet and laid me against something that was metal. I was lying flat. Suddenly cold metal trailed over my wrists. I tried to move it, but the metal held. Namjoon bound my other wrist, then my feet. The lights and fire came back to life. I quickly shut my eyes tight until they adjusted, once they did, I saw Namjoon watching me in a luxurious chair about ten feet away. He was sitting with his left leg crossed over his right kneecap and had a chalice of dark red liquid. Namjoon looked at me over the chalice as he took a sip. Butterflies came alive in my stomach. The walls of weapons and chests were looming behind him, making me sweat. Namjoon chugged a last swig of the liquid then came over to me. He gripped my chin and smashed his lips on mine. I froze and locked my jaw. Namjoon eased his leg up and onto the table and slid himself to where he was lying on top of me. Including my dick. Well shit. I can feel my dick hardening, obviously interested. Namjoon smirked into the kiss and his hand rubbed me through my short shorts. I gasped and Namjoon thrusted his tongue into my mouth. Namjoon's hot tongue tickled my mouth as he explored. My tongue fought back and he sucked on it, making me moan lowly. Namjoon pulled away from me and looked at me. "You look so beautiful wrecked baby. I haven't even punished you yet.", Namjoon whispered in my ear. My ears flushed red. Namjoon got off the table and walked to the wall of chests. He opened one of the chests and pulled something out, hiding it behind him. Namjoon pulled out a syringe filled with a light blue liquid. "No! Please!", I said struggling against the chains, wincing when one of them dug into my wrist. Namjoon showed no emotion as he pinned me down with a hand on my neck and turned me to where my shoulder was exposed. Namjoon pushed my shirt collar to the side and the needle struck home. I cried as the drug entered my body. My vision went fuzzy and I only saw the light before it went dark.

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I woke up with a headache that made me want to tear out my hair. I was no longer tied to the table. I was lying on a cold tile floor. I had no energy. Must have been the drugs. Curses. A door opened and I heard two voices. The fire in the room rekindled and I managed to lift my head towards the entranceway. Jin. Yoongi. I tried to open my mouth, but it felt like sandpaper. How long was I out?! I tried to voice that out loud but only a silent sigh came out. Jin and Yoongi came to me and Jin knelt to my side. He maneuvered my head onto his lap and he held a glass to my lips. I parted them and he gently let the holiest of grails, water, drizzle into my mouth. I swallowed slowly and it kept coming. Finally it stopped, but I was no where close to being satisfied. I whined, finally able to make some noises. Jin smiled at me fondly and stroked my cheek with a finger. Yoongi knelt next to Jin and held up a piece of bread. "You need energy kid.", Yoongi said, tearing of a fingernail sized piece, holding it out to me. Are we going to be doing this now?! I am not a child! God damn it! I wanted to protest, but I saw something dark lurking in their eyes and I took the bread from Yoongi and the water from Jin. Once it was gone, Jin picked me up and placed me on his hip. "We should probably change his clothes Jin. Wouldn't be good to send him like that.", Yoongi said, crossing his arms. I looked down at my clothes, or at least what was left of them. My clothes had large gashes and holes as if made by blades. Most of the holes showed wounds. Some were clean cuts, some were not. Most of then were covered in puss and oozing when I moved. I let out a sob and tears started to fall. Jin and Yoongi stood there in silence until I heard a door open. I looked up and saw an all too familiar figure. Namjoon. I wasn't too sure, part of me wanted to burn on the spot and part of me wanted to cry. "Is he ready?", Namjoon asked coming to a stop in front of me. "Just needs a change.", said Jin. Namjoon and I locked eyes and I whimpered. Namjoon smiled and cupped my face. "Don't worry. You'll be taken care of.", Namjoon said as he picked me up. My limbs had no energy, so I couldn't fight back. Namjoon sat there with me on his hip as Yoongi and Jin went to fetch clothes. "You'll come back a whole new person Jiminie. I know you'll be mad at first, but trust me, it's for your own good.", Namjoon said. I whipped my head to look at him, but Yoongi and Jin returned, making me shut my mouth. Namjoon got me dressed, letting me do the bottom part before hauling me outside. The others waited. Jin had Jungkook on his hip while Hoseok held Taehyung. Yoongi stood in between them. "Will Minnie be okay?", Jungkook said. "Of coarse Kookie. He'll be back in a few weeks, he just needs to go away for a while.", Jin said. What?! What's going on?!