New! (Taehyung ff) No Time

Y/N's POV - Nine

WARNING!!- This chapter may be triggering for some readers. Please be advised before reading this content.

I don't remember the walk there very well. I was extremely frightened. He had placed a bag on my head. I was scared of each step the man taking me was making. He was holding my hands behind my back so tight I thought I was bruising.
Why was I being held hostage? Why was I special? And then it hit me.
It was probably something to do with my job. Sometimes I was taken advantage. But I've never been held hostage. My senses heightened. I could smell the dampness in the air, I could hear the tiniest things. My head was competing for first place in the cartwheel competition.
It seemed like we walked for hours before we stopped. The man opened a door and pushed me inside. I heard a woman sigh and a few men put down...cups? No, it smelled of alcohol here. Probably beer bottles and cans.
I remembered every tiny detail on the way here though. We crossed the street in front of my apartment, took a right, a left into an alley, another left and a right.
"Take her upstairs." Instructed a deep masculine voice.
I was then guided up a set of wooden steps. They were short steps, so the man holding me had to guide me up them carefully. For some reason he seemed..gentle. He had lossened his hands and the hold seemed more.. affectionate. Apologetic. Maybe he was being forced into something? This was weird .

I was then shoved into a room. The door closed behind me. I could hear the footsteps trailing away. Until they were replaced with a much, much heavier set. The door slammed open, then shut. And I heard a chilling voice.

"Hello, Miss." He sang. He was clearly intoxicated. I didn't respond.
He placed a hand on the bag over my head and ripped it off.
"Ah. Even prettier than the pictures." Oh god. The man seemed to be about in his 50's. He had grey stubble, a beer gut, and a few sets of crow feet around his mouth and eyes. He didn't look very much like a happily aged man. More like a criminal. Someone who didn't give a shit about others feelings. Of course he didn't. He was a drunk. Wasting his life on booze. Just like my father.
"Sit on the bed." He suddenly growled. The room was small, old and dark. It was trashed. Things thrown all over. I turned to see a small sunken bed. The sheets littering the ground. What was this man going to do to me?..
I walked slowly to the bed. Sitting carefully as it creaked under my weight.
"Now lay on the bed." He demanded.
Oh god..no, no, no!! I layed back, reluctantly putting my head on the disgusting mattress.
"Good girl." He walked closer. Standing over the end of the bed.
"Now strip." Oh my god! I was crying now. They were incontrollable sobs.
"Make noise, and I get to hit you." He growled. He walked over to where the bag was disgarded on the floor. He snatched it in his hands, stomped over to me, and put it back over my head.
"Lay down. If you move, I'll make this so much worse." I put my head back down on the mattress and cried silently. Why!? Why was this happening to me? I went to take my clothes off. Shaking furiously. I had my hands on my hoodie when he grabbed my hands. He tied them tightly with...rope? He then attached them to the headboard.
"Please! I can give you money, p-please!" I screamed. He scratched down my face.
"I said, quiet!" He growled.
"P-please." I sobbed. I was too defiant to listen. My only instinct was survival at the moment. Even if that meant giving away everything I had left.
He ripped my clothes off. All of them.
"Oh my god, Please!" I cried.
He scratched me again. Long painful strokes from my collarbone, to my breast, down to my core.
That's when my defense came up. I became quiet for a moment. He didn't realize it, but I did. At this point he was leaning over me. Massaging my breasts. I brought my knee up and kicked him straight in the junk. He started wheezing and fell onto the floor. Moments later he stood. Stomping out of the room.
"I'm not drunk enough for this!" He raged. "Suzy!" He shouted. His voice slowly fading.
I never thought I could cry so much. I layed there. My head covered, my hands tied too tight to the headboard, and my body, completely nude. I felt cold, exposed and vulnerable. I didn't feel sexy at all. I thought my first time would be nice. I should feel warm and pleasant. But I'm quite the opposite.
God! Why was I so stupid? I continued to sob until the door opened abruptly once more.