Savior (Kim Namjoon/Rap Monster x Reader) AU

Savior

"Stop screaming!"

Your voice went quiet, your lips closing as best they could over your tightly bound ball gag. Your throat felt like sandpaper and was most likely bleeding. More drool trickled down your chin, the replacement for your long dried up tears of pain. The only thing that could stop your agony was to continue screaming but to continue meant punishment. So, you decide to follow the instructions of the distant voice and silently endure the rawness of your throat.

You honestly had no idea how you came to be in this situation. For as long as your memory could recall, you've been chained to this bed. A hospital cot, small and thin, covered by a thin and ratty mattress with only a moth ate pillow for you to lay your head on. Feet bound to the posts by handcuffs, the skin around your ankles bleeding and scabbing over from your struggle against the restraints.

Sometimes you would be wearing a straitjacket, white and scratchy cloth rubbing uncomfortably against your skin and binding your arms against your stomach so you could not attempt to pick at the cuffs or the chain pieces that held together the belt straining against the skin of your hips. Sometimes you would be nearly naked, everything out for the world to see, hands bound by rope, zip ties or more metal cuffs against your back and only the belt to cover you. One thing that always remained was your ball gag, only taken out for 5 minutes each day to feed you. You could not speak words, swallow your saliva or bite your tongue. If you tried to when the gag was removed, you would not be fed, your captors instead deciding to whip you.

This was the horror of being trapped, wherever you were. Your room was extremely small, only large enough for your bed, a humidifier and a desk where a doctor would sometimes sit. You would never leave this room except for when you were allowed to use the restroom or when the doctor needed more room to examine you. Men would come in here to remove the belt, but you often forced yourself into unconsciousness or blackout whatever happened when they were there.

This was your life now. Trapped in this room, the only social interaction you received was the doctor visiting you to feed you and allow you to relieve yourself, check you for infections or sickness, treat you and prep you for whatever happened when you force yourself to fall unconscious. There was next to no light coming into your room despite the large window across from your bed on the opposite wall. Sometimes your doctor would turn on the desk's lamp, but you were often blindfolded so that your eyes wouldn't become irritated and give you more cause to scream.

The smallest amount of light came through the window, most likely from a ceiling light located further down the hall. It was minimal, dim and barely noticeable, but it did give you the ability to see if people were looking in on days you weren't blindfolded. Often you would see drooling, scruffy men with unkempt facial hair and moth ate clothes. Other times you would see handsome and young men in sleek and expensive looking outfits, and finally, you would even more often see a security guard peering in with his arm resting up against the glass.

His facial features were hardly ever something you could see through the dim light, but you could still feel his intense gaze through the darkness. He never smiled, never said anything through the glass like the scruffy men, would never stand with both hands extending downwards to where you could not see like the men in suits. The only thing that was uniquely his was the hat he was always wearing, adorned with a golden badge that would at times catch what little light there was and glint brilliantly.

If you had been staring at the wall in front of you, which was what you were doing now that you were told to shut up, you could sometimes catch the reflection of the badge's glint on the wall. That would indicate that he was standing there, silently watching you. Sometimes you would wonder what his purpose was since you were so weak and restrained, there was no way you were going to escape or scream loud enough that someone would come rescue you. Sometimes you wondered if he had a weapon on him. Sometimes you wish that he would just shoot you and end your suffering.