Different

8

This man, Taeyong or whatever, pulled me out of the building. I guess I was closer to freedom than I thought. I sighed at the thought. He pulled us into a car where the backseats were facing each other. "Headquarters" was all he said before the car had taken off in a rush. His eyes stripped my clothes away slowly. I wasn't sure how to react. Was he trying to remember what I looked like and see if he'd seen me before? Or was he sizing me up? He clarified for me when his tongue played with the corner of his mouth and he said "It's going to be interesting around here now"

"What did you say?"

His brow furrowed as he cocked his head and studied my face. "Good luck figuring that out sugar." His mouth broke into a grin, followed by light laughter. A second later, the grin was gone, and he eyes turned into black marbles. My arms went limp at my sides as I moved farther back in my seat. He seems absolutely crazy. His eyes slowly return back into focus as he shakes his head. "Want a drink?" He asks, showing his little collection sitting on the side door. "No." Was all I replied with. "Why not?" he said, cocking his head again. "Let's just say the last time I did, I regretted it." I say, turning my head to study the contents of the world. He laughs hysterically, bringing my vision back to him as he points at my neck. "So you've been bitten, but you haven't bitten. Who did it?" He says, small chuckles continuously escaping his lip as he bites on it. He closes his eyes and takes in a deep breath. "Mm, Jimin. I can smell him on you" He continues "You smell so nice". This is just getting creepier and creepier.

The white, sharp teeth disappear back into his mouth as his lips seal into a firm line. His knuckles stretch into a shade of white against his whisky glass and his eyes start to darken again. "Good, that's good. Me and you are going to have some fun then." He says, his lips barely moving an inch away from the comfort of their line. "I'm not his bonded. That's why I got out of there you idiot. He doesn't want me for anything other than ransom." I say, and his expression darkens. Maybe I don't want to see this man's bad side. "I don't plan on torturing you, I plan on torturing him. If he was even planning to bond to you than you obviously mean something more to him than that." He says. He's on my seat in a flash, a firm grip on my jaw with his dark eyes pouring into mine. The lighter purple of his hair makes him look soft, but this expression doesn't.

"One thing I will let you know is that I absolutely, do not tolerate being spoken back to. Do so and you will be punished harshly. I don't care for patience, nor do I have any." He says, his other hand reaching for my neck. Long, wispy fingers brush the hair off of my neck and it reveals the still visible bite mark. Out of the corner of my vision I see the lust flare up in his eyes. He whispers incoherently, mostly to himself, before slightly sliding away. Even though the air can pass between our arms I can still feel his presence. It's like his aura is colliding with mine, bouncing against it with a pounding force. The feeling grows stronger and stronger, some sort of pull trying to drag me away from him.

The car stops, and the feeling disappears. Taeyong pulls a strap out from under the seat and roughly grabs my wrists. I let him hold them loosely, so he knows that I'll cooperate. Rubbing my wrists raw is not something that I plan to let happen, again. It's turned dark outside already. How'd that happen? When the car door opens, the smell of lovely meadow is gone, replaced by an odor that isn't repugnant, but it isn't nice. He decides not to let me walk. I'm not sure if that's because you have to step in certain places to get in, or if he doesn't trust the strap on my wrists. In one large swoop his hands place mine on his neck and he grabs a handful of my back, forcing my legs around his waist. This position has my face leaning against him and it feels very degrading, but at the same time intimate. I don't like this feeling, with Jimin it was just annoying. But with this dude, it seems more like I'm about to be raped. I decide to mentally slap a stop sign in my way before I go any further. When we enter the building I see the same boring features, concrete and more concrete. At least they have hard wood floors. "Would you mind telling me who you are?" I ask. "I already told you my name, what more do you need?" He whispers sensually. "You know what I mean." I say, my anger levels starting to rise. 'I'm not a piece of meat!' Is what I want to scream in all of their faces. He chuckles, sensing my emotions on the subject as we turn a corner.

"All in time sugar, all in time" He says. We turn down off of the long hallway and I close my eyes. I won't be able to remember my way out anyways. My head starts to spin after a few minutes and I can feel the pull of sleep tugging at the corners of my vision. As soon as I start to drift, I'm lifted out of my position and onto a chair, jolting my senses back to life. I start to take in the new scene. Lighter hardwood floors surround the white and grey furniture. A desk sits in a corner, next to a fluffy white bed and has a few random papers strewn across it. No light comes through any windows, there are none, but the lights strung across the ceiling light it up just fine. I sit on a loveseat which is positioned next to a small table that functions as both a coffee table and a pull-out dining table. A large white door in the corner most likely leads to a bathroom but he goes to the door next to it, stepping inside and poking his head back out at me. "Don't try and leave, the door is guarded." He says, shutting himself inside the mystery door. The sound of running water comes from inside so I guessed wrong. He must be in the bathroom and mystery door is the other one.

I believe him when he says that there is security outside and being caught trying to sneak away isn't something that I want to have happen to me today. Today has literally sucked. I've basically been kidnapped. I had sex with my ex-best friend. I've been bitten and had my blood drained. And I've been told that no one really knows what I am. Oh yeah, and I was kidnapped from my kidnappers. After a few minutes steam rolls out onto the floor when the door opens. A half-naked Taeyong steps out, towel hanging loosely from his hips. My eyes go wide, and I throw myself on the couch, taking the image away from my poor eyes. I hear his feet pit pat their way over to me and hear the swish of fabric as he leans down towards my head. "You're lucky." He whispers sensually, sending shivers down my spine, not the good kink. "Why is that." I whisper back. "You're lucky because if I had already talked to the rest of the members before you came here, you would be getting it so bad right now." He whispers, then he pit pats away towards the mystery door. When he disappears behind the door I grab the fabric around my heart and let my breath finally quicken. "Dang it Jess, you could've been raped any second ago." I whisper to myself.

I turn myself over onto my back and stare up at the ceiling. The image of Taeyong's abs flashes through my mind. He's toned without being highly buff, but it suits him. I could see his bulge through the thin fabric of the towel and the curve of his hips at the towel line. Heat creeps up my neck as my stubborn body refuses to let go of the picture. 'Rapist, rapist, rapist' I try and think to myself. His face appears in my vision creepily and I jump. The light chuckle that he lets loose tells me he found it amusing. He smiles and opens his mouth "What were you thinking abo-

"Nothing."

"Mm" Was the only thing I got in return.

I sit up and turn to face him, my tied hands resting in my lap. He had changed into simple adidas sweats and a knit sweater, out of his bloody black clothing. "What now?" I ask him quietly. Whether I wanted to admit it or not he had me cornered. He obviously knew that I meant something to the members of BTS and he knew that they underestimated me, leading to me being able to escape.

Security was going to be tight and I was going to be under constant lock and key. Escaping wasn't an option... yet. "You can stay in here until I get back." Is all he says, the coldness in his voice returning. He walks towards me at a slow pace, causing me to sink lower in my seat. He throws his leg and hand onto the other side of me, facing the back of the couch. His face is inches from mine, other parts of his body as well. I find myself staring deep into his dark eyes. They remind me of something comforting even though their hue wouldn't be considered 'airy'. The staring war continues for an endless couple of minutes until he curses under his breath. "Be a good girl" He whispers. My eyes are frozen in place of where his body just was, the feeling of fabric against fabric lingering in the air. Something about him makes me more aware of his presence, it demands to be felt. I take a long breath, pushing the feeling towards the back of my mind. He pulls out a pocket knife and breaks the bonds that hold me in place. The black fabric slips loosely off my wrists, falling towards the ground. They aren't raw, but they feel a little uncomfortable. Rubbing my wrists lightly, I look up at his face.

"You can stay in here. Do whatever you please but there will be consequences if you try to escape." He says, the dark side returning. I'm pretty positive that I don't want to see what he'll do to me, so I nod my head once. He spins on his heel and leaves the room, and audible click of the lock once he does. If I had the chance to escape, I'd be scouring this room for anything to pick the lock, but I think he's too smart for that. This room has probably been wiped and body guards on constant watch and rotation. I know I should be trying though, my hair's going to turn back white soon. Explaining that to him is not something that's going to happen.