Winter's Warmth

Chapter 3: Chains

Jimin's P.o.v.

He woke up to a sharp pain in his stomach. He hadn't eaten anything for five days, or five visits, in which the man says he comes daily. Jimin wouldn't know. The man, who introduced himself as Master, was cruel. The first day he was thrown in the room (or rather, when he woke up), there was a comfy bed, snacks were in a small cabinet across from the bed, and a vanity full of clothes filled the room. Jimin spent those early days sleeping, worried, but was to exhausted and injured to do anything. He left ankle was swollen, and bruises dotted his body. The room he was stuck in had no windows and only one exit, which was always guarded. No games or cards or books were anywhere to be found, so it was rare that he was entertained. He started to make up scenarios in his head of who would eventually walk through those doors.

Everyday, Jimin woke up to the something moving beyond the light. He wasn't sure if he was just imagining things because he just woke up, or if he was going mental. He tried not to think of the fact that he was  kidnapped and memory wiped. That someone out there was worried for him, that he was causing someone pain. Jimin started to lose sleep, and would rarely eat. More and more portions were put out, but only a small amount would make it to his stomach. He started to hallucinate, imagining that a boy would sometimes come and talk to him. A small boy resembling a bunny when he smiled, and was surprisingly strong. Jimin never knew his name, but every night, he would explain the events of the day to the bunny boy. He would tell him about trying to keep track of the guard schedules, just to keep him sane. How he would sing little tunes in the meantime, turning into full of songs as time would pass. How 'Master' came and told him that he was the star of the show, talking with him on what it meant. But as Master came more frequently, the bunny boy visited less. When he did come to see Jimin, he was often sleepy, and would request Jimin to sing him to sleep. He enjoyed it, the feeling of being needed, like a big brother. Now the only time his voice was used was to scream in pain.

Jimin would never forget the day Master came in with a large tool box. He  hurried to Master's side, telling him about how the bed would creek under his weight sometimes. He expected Master to try and fix it, but as he pulled out knives, rope and clasps, Jimin started to doubt the man. The first time and only time Master talked to him that day was when he spoke words that Jimin had imprinted in the back of his mind.

"It isn't the bed's fault you're too fat. I guess we need to cut that down." He said threateningly, voice a void from emotion.

Jimin was surprised, as he never thought himself to be fat. He stared at the large man, when Master suddenly grabbed him by his pink hair and dragged him to the bed. He tied Jimin to bed bed, stripped him down, and started to leave large cut marks on his skin. Under his thighs, his arms. He made cuts by his throat, careful not to cut anywhere vital. Blood stained the sheets of the bed, forever a reminder to him of that horrifying event. Jimin stopped talking after that, Bunny Boy never visited anyways. Jimin was constantly being punished, and Master started to take away the items in the room, until he was left on the ground, chained to the wall. No extra clothes, only unchained to be sprayed with a hose once a month. This continued for about eight months, but then, while bathing, grabbed a chain and whipped Master across the face with the hard metal. He grew angry, and attacked Jimin, cutting him up and leaving him to die. Master didn't come back after that, but someone would sometimes bring him something to eat, as if the man wanted him to stay alive.

Jimin was pulled back to reality when the exit doors opened up, and he scurried against the wall he was chained to. The chains started out lengthy, about a twenty foot radius. As the weeks went by, they took two feet off. Now, they gave him about six foot radius of freedom, which was okay, but the cuffs were constantly too tight, his soft skin marked with heavy bruises.

"How is master's little gumdrop doing? If we are to become acquainted,  you will know me by Yoon Shiengol" The man asks once he comes into Jimin's view.

"Is your spotlight too bright? You never sing for master anymore, so we might cancel your show. His isn't happy with your recent performances." Shiengol looks down the bridge of his nose at the boy. Jimin shimmies away from him, obviously uncomfortable about thinking of being left in the dark. The man's gaze never left his eyes, observing him as a hawk would his prey.

"If you would just sing for me, I might be able to give you more freedom." He kneels down in from of Jimin, moving himself closer to the smaller one. His voice was cheery, as if talking to a small child. He breathe reeked from a hefty meal, and Jimin's stomach growled. He kept playing with the ring on his hand, as if in deep thought. His dead grey eyes were cold, constantly darting to his left. Jimin didn't need to look in that direction anymore. The glints of metal were of no surprise. If the cuts on his body were any indication, he already personally knew every tool the master had. No doubt Shiengol knew the possibilities. Jimin tried pulling his hands forward, as to indicate for him to take them off.

"Oh....no. Master told me about how he got the large scar on his face. I didn't think you would be alive after pulling a stunt like that, but here you are." Shiengol smirked.

"Barely." He added, walking to the left, into the shadows, leaving Jimin to his thoughts, save for the clinks of metal as Shiengol decided him tool of choice.