Kidnap Me ║M.Y.G

Ch4~[Mark You]

'What the fuck did I tell you?' a loud voice coming from behind me makes me turn around suddenly and let out a squeal.

An angry Suga coming towards me with an intimidating stride and a furious expression makes me take a few steps back. He places his hand on my rib cage, right under my neck and above my towel, forcefully pushing me, my back hitting the wall with a loud sound.

'Did I not tell you 20 minutes ago not to go walking around the house?' he growls staring straight into my eyes. I stay silent, looking down at my bare feet. 'Did I or did I not?' he asks, louder and more accentuated this time.

'You did.. But in my defen-' I'm stopped mid-sentence by his hand clasping in my hair and harshly pulling downwards to make me look up at him. I let out a groan of pain as his fingers dig into my scalp.

'You know what I hate? People not listening to me. People like you. Especially when I could slice you into bits...literally. Yet here you are, disobeying me and, to top it off, even making demands.' at this point he was pulling my hair so hard that tears were falling down my face freely. He quickly continues:

'I don't know how brave you think you are, but let me tell you. This is not called bravery, it's called stupidity. Now, let's make a deal. You behave yourself and I don't hurt you. You misbehave and with every mistake you make, I'll mark you.' a maniacal smile creeps on his face, making me shiver. He notices I want to say something and loosens his grip on my hair.

'Mark me how?' I manage to utter between sobs.

'Well, since you can't seem to do what I say, I guess you'll find out rather quickly.' he smirks before walking away and into the room I was heading to, shutting the door behind him.

I didn't dare ask him for clothes after that. I just went up in the attic wearing the towel and threw my dirty clothes in a corner somewhere. I was definitely going to catch a cold, judging by my still damp hair, the only cloth around me being the towel and the fact that it was chilly in there and I was lying on the cold wood.

My wrists still hurt, so did my back and my head, but I, for once didn't complain. After shifting around for a good twenty minutes, I finally found an acceptable position to sleep in. That's until the loud thud of the scuttle door snapped me out of my almost subconscious state.

I peek my head up, noticing Suga heading towards me with a hard step, making me move back a slight bit and raise my knees up to my chest. He throws a pile of what looked like clothes at my feet.

'Is this what you were looking around for?' he asks plainly.

'Umm, yeah. I forgot to ask you about it so that's why I was walking around trying to find you.' I respond, grabbing the clothes. 'Thanks.'

'Yeah, well, it seems I'm a do-gooder today.' he sighs ironically, turning his back on me and leaving without another word.

After I hear the sound of the ladder being pulled away and rested on the wall, I get up to take a look at the clothes. A pair of grey sweatpants and a dark blue sweater with some sports team name on it in white. No underwear for me I guess. I quickly get changed and fold the towel as a makeshift pillow before instantly drifting off.