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Chapter 3

3rd POV

    What would you do or say if you woke up in a dark room with no visible light?

You would scream right.

This was not the case for Jisung. He was gagged, tied up to a post with no way of movement. He tried to maneuver his way out of the bindings. But no progress was done. He was stuck with no way to make any noise in hopes of signaling he needed help.

Suddenly there was a high pitched scream. The scream that belong to one Jisung deeply loved. The one scream he never wanted to hear even if it costed him his life. The scream of Lee Minho.

The scream filled the room like nails on a chalkboard. Jisung tried all he could to move, he strained and forced himself against what he assumed to be rope. But to no prevail, he was stuck.

After an hour of hearing the retched noise the screaming halted. Only to be led by grunting and doors opening and slamming closed. Jisung then heard a yelp from Minho as he was thrown on the rough concrete floor.

Jisung started struggling and doing all he could to get to Minho. The man who threw the slightly injured boy then untied Jisung. He undid the knots easily like he was unknotting a shoelace. These actions showing that he had done this plenty of times to do in the dark. The blond male was then grabbed by the shoulders and dragged through a door leading him away from his black haired love.

The man who grabbed him had to be at lest a foot taller than Jisung. The tall man tied him once again to a chair against a brick wall and pulled the gag out with tremendous force most likely causing jisung gums to bleed. Which he confirmed as he tasted an iron taste in his mouth.

"You've got limited time to tell me what you know before everything goes to shit." The unknown man spoke with a voice rougher and nastier than Jisung has ever heard. He seemed to speak with venom in his voice.

"Sir I have no clue what your talking about." Jisung replied trying to hide the fear in his voice but failing ever so miserably.

There was a hard slap followed by a small whimper in which Jisung tried to suppress. The man growled out, "You know exactly what I'm talking about Han or did your precious father never tell you where you really came from? Not to mention the trouble he went through to get you and bring you to the place you call home. You and I both know you don't belong here, so why don't you tell me what you know then I can make this easy for the both of us and kill you."

The words made something inside Jisung twist. It wasn't his stomach even though that had been tumbling like a washing machine since he woke up. His heart twisted. Imagine taking a heart and wringing it out like a wash cloth, that's exactly what he felt.

His mind started racing as he thought of many different questions. Including "'what does he mean?' 'Bring me here?' 'Where I come from'" Jisung didn't have the answers to this questions and he was hoping the man didn't either.

He was silent, many things running through his head. The man decided he couldn't take enough of this quiet coming from the blond boy and took physical action.

"You should always answer when spoken to. Behavior like this leads to you getting punished." The capturer stated taking his thick thumb and pushing it into Jisung's eye which caused him to react with instant screaming. Jisung struggled trying to get the man away, but the more he moved the further the mans thumb went.

The man laughed while pulling out his thumb to let Jisung bleed out. Then he said, "Scream all you want you wuss because no one except your precious little faggot and me can here you. The facility is way above us. If anyone were to heard you it would be my fellow soldiers and they wouldn't do anything against my word."

Jisung  screeched out a high pitched "FUCK YOU!" Followed with a unidentifiable noise as the stranger kicked him in the stomach.

Jisung still stayed silent even though he was now couching up blood and trying to ignore the smell and taste of the blood seeping from his left eye.

The unknown man then decided that he wasn't going to get any new information from the blond boy that day. He hurled Jisung back up by his shoulders not forgetting to unknot the tie. As he dragged jisung back to the room he growled out a few words that Jisung almost missed,

"The less you speak the worse it will get."

He then threw him to the ground and slammed the door shut. Jisung managed to squirm over to Minho. With the little energy he could he wrapped Minho in a loose hug to find that there was blood along his lovers back. They sat on the floor with Minho leaning against Jisung using him for support. Jisung  had his arms wrapped arojnd Minho in hopes of comforting himself and Minho.

That sat in this position for what Minho had thought to be hours when in reality turned out to be a couple minutes. He finally broke the silence by quietly whispering," What is this about? What did the man ask you? What did he do to you?" He questioned all at once turning his head to where he though Jisung's face was as it was too dark to tell.

Jisung took a deep, yet quiet, breath and responded, "He shoved his thumb in my eye, ruining my vision, and kicked me the stomach. There is also many other bruises around my body just from him hitting me.  He said that my father had gone through trouble to bring me here and that I didn't belong here. He talked to me like I was some sort of different species. After kicking me the man said that no one could hear me scream because we are far below the facility and that the only people up there are other soldiers like himself. I can only imagine what kind of soldiers. Did he hurt you at all, if he did I'll fuck him up." Jisung stuttered a bit on some words in the beginning recalling the event but found his voice after a bit.

Jisung was undoubtedly scared, but if they hurt Minho all hell would be released on these people. He wouldn't hold back no matter what. Jisung would do what he could to make them regret whatever they did to him.

Minho was quiet for a minute trying to process all the information given. As he was about to speak he heard unknown voices from outside the door. The door he still couldn't see no matter how hard he tried to focus on it. He abruptly stopped and tensed up, surprising Jisung in the process.

Minho heard the door being ripped open and felt hands wrap around his arms. The hands and smell of the person felt strangely familiar but he couldn't place it even if he tried. Minho's brain then seemed to register he was being pulled away from Jisung. He started kicking his legs and flailing trying get the stranger to lose their grip so he could get away. He knew he probably looked stupid flailing like a little kid but he didn't care his main priority was to get away.

Jisung started freaking out again as he felt Minho being pulled away from him. He screamed something along the lines of, "LET HIM GO YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!"

His screams were high pitched and his voice cracking a little towards the end based on the fact his throat was dry from not ingesting any water like substance.

But to no surprise this did nothing to get Minho back. The door slammed shut behind them leaving an echo stating their depart. Since Minho was taken,  Jisung was left alone again in the cold, pitch black, and quiet room.

Minho was placed in chair. He wasn't thrown to the ground like a rag doll. Which surprised him greatly because that's what the previous man had done. But based on the actions on this man he was different and from Minho could tell he didn't want to hurt him.

The new room wasn't brick like the room he was questioned in or the room where he was kept in. The walls seemed to have a lighter color, contrasting against the dark, and the floor being smoother. The room also smelled of something good but Minho couldn't and didn't have the time to decipher what the smell was.

The stranger suddenly and to Minho's surprise turned on a light. Which in return got a groan and quiet "fuck" from Minho as his eyes were adjusted to the pitch black lighting from before. Out of instinct Minho's hand shot up to cover his eyes. He then realized that his bondage had been taken off somewhere in the process of getting to where he was. Minho was blinking rapidly whilst slowly taking his hand away from his eyes.

Only for the stranger to turn around and say
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I'm not sure if I mentioned
But these two stories will meet up in the end, they take place a bit apart but in the end everything will make sense