The Beating

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JiSung put a hand in Hyunwoo's shoulder gently. "We all knew this would happen eventually. It's nothing to get angry about. We just need to make sure we get her back before her dad can do too much damage to her."

The boys all agreed, setting out in groups of two in an attempt to find her. They all knew it was only a matter of time before his anger got the best of him, and he did something to her that would be unable to reverse.

**Y/N's point of view**

I had fallen asleep leaning against the door. I had no idea what time it was but I knew one thing, someone was trying to open the door. Someone was banging on the door, which make me wake up. They were shouting for me to let them in. I closed my eyes, trying to stay still and not to let my fear overtake me. Eventually, the banging stop, but I still didn't move. I wasn't stupid. I knew he was just trying to trick me into moving away from the door.

I hugged my knees to my chest tighter, hearing my stomach growl. After who-knows-how-long of sitting there in silent fear, the door was pushed so forcefully that it pushed my body as it swung open. I fell forward, my head hitting the wooden floor. I closed my eyes tightly, trying to pretend I was asleep. Unfortunately, it didn't work. The man started yelling at me once again.

"When I say to let me in, move away from the door and let me in! I am in charge here, and you will answer to me! I waited to give you a chance to move, but you still didn't. You must be really stupid to be so defiant. Do you really think you're in position to be disobeying orders?!" He grabbed the back of my shirt and lifted me to make me look into his eyes. "Are you ready to admit your little lie? If you do, maybe I'll be generous enough to feed you."

I didn't speak, looking anywhere but his eyes. I didn't care if he beat me or starved me. I wasn't going to admit to lying when I wasn't lying. He let go of my shirt, allowing me to fall to the ground with a thud before he kicked me in the stomach. Hunched over in pain, I tried not to let tears fall no matter how desperately bad they wanted to. I closed my eyes tightly as he continued hitting me and kicking me. I stayed still, begging him to stop with a broken voice, but he just got more violent. All I could feel was pain on my entire body. I'm surprised that he didn't make me bleed through his torture. My vision blurred slightly as I tried my best to keep consciousness through his continuous beating. My hands covered my face in an attempt to keep minimum bruising on some part of my body. My face was warm with tears as I mentally begged the boys to find me and save me quickly. I probably looked completely pathetic as I laid on the floor in a fetal position.

After what seemed like hours of continuous beating, I heard another voice. It was calm...at first. Only his greeting was calm. Then he started yelling, but not at me. "Hey dad—what the heck?! Dad, stop! Leave her alone! You'll kill the poor girl if you don't back off!"

"Samuel, back off. This has nothing to do with you." The man replied as he went to hit me again. Before he could, someone stepped in front of me, who I assumed was Samuel. I didn't look up. I stayed completely still.

"Dad, just stop. She's had enough. Whatever she did to make you so angry, it isn't something she deserves to be killed for. Besides, if this is who I think it is, we both know that you will regret it forever if you kill her in her—what do you call it?—discipline. Take a break. Geez." The Samuel guy's feet started moving away at the same rate that the man's did, making me assume that he was pushing him out of the room. After hearing the door close, I looked up as much as I could through my pain to see if they were both gone. The man who had been beating me was gone, but another man was there who seemed to be about my age.

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I almost feel bad for the way so many of these chapters are ending. Please don't hate me. By the way, the new character, Samuel, is based loosely on an idol name Samuel Kim who's an 02 liner like I am.

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