I.n.a.s Pt2 | BTS (21+)

chp 17

Its been weeks since I've been taken.
Eveyday I've been drugged since I've been here. 

They make the scentist strengthen the doses depending on how much they want me to struggle.

And yes, they. Hoseok and his terrible father both find it fun to alternate using me. They treat me like their own personal pet. Its completely humiliating.

Then there's Leo, a scentist the one thats been manufacturing and administering the drug. You wouldn't expect a guy with a voice like that to be such a monster. But looks are never what they seem.

Ive tried to convince him to stop this and help me go but he always ignores me with a bored expression. He sings softly as he mixes the drugs before injecting me. I hate it.

Hes here back on schedule early in the morning to administer those toxins.

"Hello y/n. I got a lot of praise for my last batch. Its good to know my creations  work so well. "

'Please let me go! Why are you doing this? Is it money? I can get you all the money you need!'

"Shhh. Maybe I should make a batch that controls speech like Mr. Jung suggested..."

He ignores my pleas as he goes into deep thought.

"Maybe this and this.... no.. perhaps.."

He rummages through his various ingredients.

"Hey y/n what do think of this scent? "

He holds up a tube to my nose of the random ingredients he just mixed.

It smells like metal and trash.

'Disgus.. disgust..ing. '

"Hmm just a whiff and its already that potent . I'll take it down a few notches. Dont want any irreversible damage. "

I shake my head . The effects were instant like the headache that followed.

After a few more mixes he picked a sample to use on me.

"This one should work well if my calculations are correct. "

He loads the syringe and injects me.

Things go hazy. My throat feels like its closed in a bit.

"So how are you feeling y/n?"

I lose my ability to speak from the persistent crushing feeling on my throat. It feels as if an invisible hand is cutting off my vocal cords alone.

My head turns in the direction of the voice unable to communicate how im feeling.

"Tsk your eyes seem to have gotten a side effect. "

I feel him open my eyes.

"Blindness. Fuck. Master jung wont like this" 

He shuffles around letting curse words out.

Theres a knock at the door.

"Hurry up with my wife. This is a big day. I want to take her to watch a movie. "

"Im running out of time. Hes gonna kill me.. I can give you this blend it'll make you able to see. Shit I dont know the counter effects on your mobility and reflexes.Dont try anything funny. "

When he injects me things become clear.  But I still can't talk.

His smile becomes big as I lock eyes with him.

"Great vision has returned now about those reflexes"

He reaches towards my face and I punch him in the nose causing him to bleed.

"Im coming in. I dont have all day. "

Please y/n! He looks at me with pleading eyes.

"Nows not the time for this. Im sorry this is my job. You can escape later when you're out at the theatre. Theres too many guards. I dont want to die here. Please pretend for now."

The door opens and in comes J-hope and two men in black.

"Hey beautiful. "

I look from Leo to J-hope.

He's right there are many guards and even though my mobility has improved I'm not fully recovered. This might not end well if I over react so fast.

"What happened to your face?" Hoseok questions

"Oh this is nothing. Its a slight side effect from one of my drugs."
He wipes the blood from his nose with his sleeve.

"Okay you should be careful with that. So hows my wife. Is she ready to go out? "

Leo looks at me with a hard stare.

I look away.

"Yes she is. Her vocal cords will be shut for 3 days to a week. She won't be an issue"

"Good. Thats what I like to hear. You men can leave now. I need to dress my wife up. "

The guys leave and J-hope walks over to me. Sitting on the bed.

"Im a bit sad you wont be able to speak. I do love how you moan when I eat you out. "

I shudder when he strokes my arm

"But being able to take you out to see the world without losing you is more important to me."

He leans forward kissing my forhead. I resist the urge to pull away.

"I love you. Now lets get you dressed up like the queen you are."

He doesn't know today I'm leaving him for good. Sweet words mean nothing when the actions never match up.