*warning*
She saw a face in front of her, same large shoulders and thick lips holding a devil smirk, though face expressionless.
He held a knife in his hand, smiling whilst brushing his long fingers against the sharp utensil.
'W-was it a dream' she thought, looking at the cruel look in his eyes.
It had been 3 days at her stay with them. The horrific people they were. By now she learned their names as they called upon one another, or made demands while pointing out each other.
She had been ordered around doing to their will. Chores.
As well as beaten mercilessly.
After all she was their toy.
For them to do with her whatever they will.
"Hello my doll, I see your awake" Jin cooed in a deep voice, absolutely sickening to your ears, breaking your thoughts with big evil smile still present on his face.
He brought the sharp object to your cheek. Gazing at you with his sinister eyes that hold nothing sane.
"What pretty milky skin you have, perfect to for me to cut" he said bitterly.
"And what pretty eyes you have, beautiful when your scared" he continued, while the knife ran coldly on your cheek.
"And what a pretty sister you have- Oh, wait! Not anymore" he sang as the knife cut painfully through your skin.
He giggled crazily as the knife went deeper through your skin and across your cheek.
"My- what a beautiful cut I made, I think you'd look pretty with more" he said in a praising tone.
He's insane.
He removed the thin sheet from a top your legs, the same, tight skinned, curvy dress you are still wearing from that day allowing his full access to your thighs.
It was blood stained and battered along with your physical state.
And it was only gonna get worse.
The knife pierced through your leg, creating a slit, similar to the one on your cheek from which crimson came.
The warm blood oozed down your thigh as you cried.
Your eyes blurred in liquid.
He then made similar painful slits on your arms and other areas, still giggling and laughing hysterically like the mad man he was.
What had your sister done to trigger or cause this maniacs state to be as it was?
To be continued.......
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Torn (btsxreader)
RomansaA hand gripped your arm. "Where are you going angel face" He asked his sweet voice finding your ears again. Though it sweet it was uttered in displease. "Home" you said blunt, ripping you arm from his grasp. "You'll never get away from us" he laug...
