Watch Me Die [Yoonmin] Sequel to Feel Me Bleed

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Yoongi's Pov

The room all around her was pitch black, all except the small area where she was bound to the wooden chair. The young girl with dirty brown hair and dark brown eyes stared all around, blood and tears slid down her once porcelain cheeks. 

"Someone please help me..." she begged.

Silence.

Her eyes darted everywhere, her lips quivered in a fast motion. She didn't even see it coming when she stood at that corner, waiting for her pimp to pick her up. Those thoughts must have been racing through her mind, most likely regretting running away from home to work the dark streets. 

"I promise I won't tell the cops, please let me go." Another plea for freedom echoed throughout the dark abyss.

Silence.

She tried to claw the thick rope that bounded her to the chair, in return blood seeped through her fingers, causing her to whimper in pain.

 "I'll do anything, ANYTHING!" she shouted.

Silence.

"I just want to go home...please..."

"How very touching." A voice echoed throughout the darkness. 

The girl looked all around for the source of the voice, her eyes wide with fear, anxiety, and a small glimmer of hope.

"Hello? Is someone there?" she whispered, her legs began to shake. 

There was another faint sound, followed by footsteps then a click. The lights behind her flickered like a neon sigh, thus revealing an ocean blue background of a medical lab, complete with a surgeons table. The dull color of the lights reflected off the floor, casting a shadow in front of her. 

The girl tried to look behind, but restraints on her neck could only make her turn a simple degree. "Hello...who are you?" she asked quietly.

"It doesn't matter who I am." The voice was much closer to her. 

She shifted her eyes to her right and from her point of view there was a tall slim figure of a raven haired man with black frame glasses . He had on a white dress shirt that was unbutton slightly on the top, just enough to reveal his hidden undershirt. His black pants reflected a small glow from the lights of the medical lab as well as his fancy dress shoes.

 "All that matters is you." he said as he stepped into view, allowing the girl to survey him.

"Who are you? Why am I here!! Let me go!! PLEASE!!"

Slap

Namjoon's hand collided with the girl's dirty cheek, smearing blood and tears onto her nose. She let out a shrilled cry of pain and tried to kick him. "FUCKING ASSHOLE!!" she fought back. "I'm going to tell the cops!!" she added.

Namjoon seemed amused by her actions and words. "My dear you just said you weren't going to tell the cops." He reached into his pocket and took out a scalpel and a white cloth. "Why the change of heart?" he smiled at his own words.

The young girl spat at his feet, fresh tears clung to her eyes. "Why am I here!!"

Namjoon looked over to my general direction, the girl's eyes followed, but she couldn't see me, not when I was among the darkness. 

"You are to partake in a great change in humanity." He began to rub the scalpel in the cloth, his eyes glanced away from me and back to her. "You should be happy, no one will ever get the chance of a life time like this." He added as he inspected the scalpel.