The 8th member | BTS ff

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✣ Taehyung's POV ✣

Eric pushed me against a chair before strapping my arms down and securing my legs. I didn't try and struggle against the chains that were holding me down because I knew that I needed to gain his trust.

"Now we just have to wait for our other players." Eric told me putting both of his arms on my chair, inching closer to my face.

"I missed you so much, Tae-bear." He said licking the side of my face causing disgust to fill my body. I began to struggle against the chains giving up on the idea of escaping. I just wanted to escape his situation.

✣ Jimin's POV ✣

Namjoon speeds down the streets, not letting any more time slip through our hands. None of us can speak, the nerves are all pent up inside each and every one of us.

We reach the street that we were told to go to if we wanted to find out where Leila and the others were. I grabbed Hobi's phone out of his pocket to check if there were any new notfications from the blocked number. A new message popped up saying:

Hurry up, we need all of our players to start the game. 

I showed all of the members the text, watching their confusion and curiosity to grow. I have a really bad feeling about this, we aren't children anymore; a game isn't in the same context as a innocent pass time for youngsters. A game has become a sick and twisted form of entertaining sadists. Well in Tim's case that is which makes my concern grow even more for Leila, Taehyung and Yoongi. 

✣ Yoongi's POV ✣

I turned onto the street that my location was situated on. I pulled on the sidewalk and turned off the engine, taking my helmet off. I slid the keys into my pocket as I walked down the road cautiously even though there was no one in sight. Every house appeared to be abandoned, overgrown gardens hide the crooked architecture that once housed people; normal people. 

Bicycles stranded on the street, footballs still placed in the backs of gardens, cars parked in driveways showcase how lifeless this town had become, not by choice. 

His house is in my sight. The only house with cut grass and clean windows. The bars on the windows contrasted to the seemingly perfect house in this far from perfect town. 

I walked up to the drive, towards a jacket that was lying on the ground. Suddenly it hit me, that's Taehyung's jacket. I bent down to pick it up to check it was his but before my hand reached the material, I felt a sharp pain on the back of my head before everything went black. 

✣ Taehyung's POV ✣

"Don't fight it, you were always my favourite." He said leaning in once again but this time I spat on him, earning a grunt from him. He rose his hand to hit me but just before he could, Leila was thrown into the room, only in her underwear with blood soaked feet, blistered skin, bruises cascading down her body, her hair soaked with blood. I felt anger and sadness built up inside me.

I thrashed around in burning fury, tears slowly falling down my face as I saw her lift her head off of the ground revealing her bleeding nose and bruised face.

"Leila!" I shouted, pulling the chains so hard they began to dig into my skin, causing blood to trickle down.

"I-I'm f-f-fine.." She weakly whimpered causing a sharp pain to sear through my chest. God, I would rather die than to see her like this. Eric is just smirking at me until he looks over to Leila with a slightly pained expression before shaking it off. I struggled against the chains, gritting my teeth before pulling my arms against the chains with fury burning inside me. 

"Now Tae-Bear, you better calm down until the rest of our players arrive." Eric said gripping my chin harshly before smirking as he released my face from his grip. I grimaced, trying to bottle all of my anger so I could keep a clear head for what is to come. 

✣ Leila's POV ✣

I could see Taehyung's internalised anger, it was eating him from the inside. It distracted me from my burning skin for just a moment before it hit me again. 

"Eric, when will I get the antidote?" I asked trying to conceal my pain, but it came out like a beg causing Eric to chuckle at my feeble state. Taehyung just pulled against his chains in frustration. Eric reached into his pocket, pulling out a bottle of clear liquid. 

"When the remaining players join us for our game. The longer the take, the more your body deteriorates." He said smiling. "Okay darling?" He asked smugly. 

"No." 

"What do you mean no, Little sister." 

"I won't take it and I'm NOT your sister." I said taking advantage of the weak rope he had tied me in, assuming that I was too weak and beaten to fight back. I tore the rope from my body, diving at him as he groaned under me. I ripped the bottle out of his hand, popping off the lid and drinking it whole. 

I look down to Eric who was smirking from underneath me. 

"Your time is even more limited now, sweetie."

"What do you mean?" I questioned him, feeling my throat begin to burn up. Panic rushing through my body along with the liquid I had downed without a second thought. 

"I never said that was the antidote, you're just so impaitent like you always were. Old habits die hard, huh?" He said as I rolled off of him in agonising pain, the acidic liquid burning my entire body more than all of the fires in the earth. Taehyung growled in pure frustration as I shook my head at him to calm down. I curled up just before I felt a pair of arms pick me up and place me back into the chair, tying 

I couldn't believe I was so stupid to think that they would make it so easy for me to escape. They had so long to plan this, they wouldn't let any mistakes occur, that includes my escape. 

"Give her the fucking antidote!" Taehyung shouted with tears brimming his eyes. He continued to thrash around, his fists clenched as he violently struggled. Eric walked over to him, trapping his arms down with his hands before kicking him in the stomach. Taehyung doubled over on his chair, groaning in pain as Eric just kept kicking at kicking. 

"STOP!" I managed to choke out, Eric briefly turning his head so he could see me from the corner of his eye. 

"Oh, I'll try something else." 

He began to punch his face over and over, blood gushing from his nose. Each punch earned a pained groan from Taehyung's blooded lip. His once light-filled eyes were swollen and bruised unable to open. I screamed and cried out, begging for this nightmare to be over but it never ended. 

To be continued...

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