Where U At // BTS Rap Monster Fanic

Chapter 9

*Bora's POV* 

Alpha had brought me into a room about the same size of my cell, but this one had wallpaper. I strange the things you miss once they're taken from you. Three plastic boxes were stacked in the left corner and a clothes rail stood opposite. 
"You're not going to be washing clothes today," he said, "my son is coming home today, he's been searching the world for his" he paused before continuing "girlfriend. He hasn't had much luck - and that is where you come in".  He began searching through the rack of clothes until he stopped on a pair of shorts which looked like were made for barbies. "Put these on," he said handing me the black fabric. I stared at him, was he serious? How the hell did he expect me to fit in these? "Are you going to put them on yourself, or do I have to do it for you?" There was no way I was letting him do that. What a creep. I would do what he said - I've already learned the hard way, but he was still looking at me. It wasn't even a casual glance - he was fully straggling me with his harsh gaze. 

"Could you turn around, please?" I asked quietly, looking down at my feet. 
"Why? Are you shy?" he smirked, his eyes crinkling at the corners. I nodded, being honest, but not wanting to anger him. "We're gonna have to change that. When my son gets back, you're gonna be his and you can't be shy because he's allowed to do anything he wants with you, and I mean anything". His words sent shivers down my spine and I'm certain he heard me gulp. Instead of turning around he took a seat in a tub chair next to the door and stared at me even more. "I don't have all day" he exclaimed and at his sudden words, I began to change into the tinnie shorts he'd given me. 

I changed as quickly as possible, not looking at him once as I did. Once I had the shorts on, the reality of their lack of material set in. They barely covered my butt and were so tight it felt as if my legs could fall off any minute due to lack of oxygen. 
"I have to be honest, sweetcheeks, you're actually very pretty. My sons one lucky guy - maybe I should keep you to myself". Before I could react, he stood up and began searching through the rack of clothes again. It wasn't long before he stopped and pulled a white top of a hanger. "You're going to look great in this," he grinned handing me the thin textile. I knew he wasn't going to look away when I changed, so I didn't bother asking. I unbuttoned my school blouse, which was now stained and ripped and pulled on the top over my head. 

After I was dressed, Alpha brought me back down to my cell. I spent what felt like hours there before anyone came to see me - but at least this was better than washing endless amounts of clothes. Alpha didn't come this time,  instead, it was a man who called himself 'the Beta', how conceded. Imagine if I introduced myself as 'the Bora', there are thousands of others with that name, it's not exclusive to me! I'd never heard of the name 'Beta' before, but I was sure others shared it. 

Despite Beta being an arrogant prick, he seemed a lot nicer than Alpha. When he was walking me through the house, he didn't hold me in any fashion which left bruises, in fact, he didn't touch me at all. The lack of contact debated through my mind the question of whether now would be the perfect time to escape - but I realized once I'd found my way out of this palace, I'd have no clue where I was going. They'd find me in no time. I guess I'd just have to wait until help found me. 

Beta guided me up two flights of stairs and through endless corridors until we reached a dark brown wooden door. 
"Wait here," he said as he opened the door and ushered me in. This room was tenfold nicer than my cell. A glossy grey wardrobe took center space of the far wall, with two ceiling-high mirrors hanging each side. His walls contrasted the color of his furniture but complemented it all the same. Three of the four walls were grey with the fourth being deep red. The floor was wooden and matched the door and its frame. Leant against the adjacent wall to the wardrobe, was a bed which had red covers and a grey headboard. It was the picture of modern living. 

As quickly as the door opened, it closed again. For the first time leaving me in a room which wasn't looked. I walked over to the window to see a car, similar to the one I arrived in, pulling up in front of the steps. Seven guys walked out, one of which was almost identical to Alpha.