"So did you eat yet? When did you get here sweetie?" BamBam asked as he dug in the front pocket of his Hawaiian shorts, searching for the room key. You waited, hands clutching Harry to your chest, eyes hovering over the door panel to Suite 494, a numb feeling gripping your body.
You were free.
You were finally free of Min Yoongi.
"I've only been here since the afternoon," you said slowly, hands squeezing and unsqueezing Harry's belly as you watched him slip the card in. "He left me alone with his...with his friend and...I only just got out..."
And just like that, your thoughts flashed back to that cold metal cage, the biting pains of hunger, the fever that enveloped you after hours in silence and cold...
And Yoongi's wet lips, slightly parted as he stared down at your womanhood, its folds pulled apart by those two, long fingers.
"Here we go," BamBam interrupted your thoughts suddenly. A tanned hand extended out towards you.
"Come on sweetie."
You took it, still trembling.
"Hey, no need to worry, you're safe now," BamBam chuckled at your reaction, squeezing your hand tight before yanking you over the threshold and into the dark room. The movement immediately triggered the automatic sensors, and the suite burst into light, revealing a neat and luxurious room in white.
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"Here, why don't you take a seat at the counter and I'll get you something to eat," BamBam said, leading you to the kitchen before letting go of your hand. You slid into the nearest bar stool and placed Harry down, to which he immediately crawled over to nuzzle your hand, purring quietly.
"So why are you in Bairiki?" you asked as he removed a bowl of salad and some roast meat covered in saran wrap from the fridge. "Are you on vacation?"
BamBam shook his head. "It's just work for me, unfortunately. I'm in the shipment industry. Bairiki's my layover."
"Oh..." You watched him re-toss the salad and spoon some onto a plate before sliding it across the counter towards you.
"Here you go, eat up. You look half starved."
You glanced down at yourself.
Starved?
Maybe your arms were a bit scrawnier than usual.
"Has that man been starving you?" BamBam wondered as you dug in, suddenly realizing how long it had been since you had eaten.
Slowing down your chewing, you swallowed and looked back at your savior. "For a time."
He sighed, shaking his head in disbelief. "Well, I gotta say the cat looks healthier than you. How hard it must have been to be taken..." He shook his head again, shuddering. "But let's not talk about that. How old are you sweetie?"
