Fear | K.th [Editing]

Aimer sans Parler [52°]

i think this is the longest chapter i've ever written. wow. disclaimer: there's going to be french words in this chapter. do not fret. the translations will be beside the French words. i'll translate the title because it really does hold meaning to this chapter at the end. please enjoy

We arrive back at the hotel 30 minutes later. I walk up the stairs, Korain right behind. I glance at him before knocking on the door. He looks up at me, eyes shifting beside me when Taehyung opens the door a few seconds later, moving to the side to let us walk in. "What took you guys so long?"

"Calm yer vagina, Taehyung. We just went to a nearby noodle bar to eat." Taehyung sneers at his brother, shutting the door and crossing his arms. He looks over at me. I look away, walking toward the bed to take a seat, my hands falling between my thighs. "So, 'ere's how this gonna work, Doll." Korain steps in front of me, taking off the cap to run his fingers through his hair, exhaling. "We're gonna pack our shit up, a black car is gonna roll up here expectin' us to be ready n' out. Ya hands are gonna be tied behind yer back n' once we in the car ya gonna be blindfolded, 'cause I don't fuckin' trust you--n' don't you dare look over at yer pimp daddy for an intervention."

He points behind himself at Taehyung. The sheets underneath me wrinkle as my hand clutches the fabric between my fingers. I swallow down the protests that were on the tip of my tongue and stay quiet, nodding at his words. "A'ight, I'm glad we all understand each other." He grins, stalking beside the bed to pull up that duffel bag. I glance down at the object, asking him what's in it. "Parts of my victims mutilated bodies." He winks, earning a yell from his brother, telling him to stop trying to scare me. "She asked; I answered."

I wasn't scared. I knew he was lying because the bag doesn't smell like rotting flesh; from the moment it was put into the motel room to its departure. There was no odor. Maybe it was a stash of narcotics he managed to swipe before running out of Blue Rose or there could be wads of money in there he stole from Blue Rose as well. That strikes my curiosity. I was going to get my hands on the bag one way or another.

Taehyung looks out the window, noting that the get-away car should be coming soon. Korain pulls out some rope, tossing it beside my thigh. I flicker my gaze onto him. He was already smiling, lifting a finger up to his mouth. He tells Taehyung to tie my arms behind my back. I keep my gaze on Korain as Taehyung comes and starts wrapping the rope around my torso. Korain really was a sick human being and he was self-aware enough to realize this.

All three of us hear the loud honking of a car. We knew that was our cue to leave. Taehyung helps me to my feet, pulling out a blindfold to place over my eyes. I let out a sigh, my gaze catching on Korain who stands behind his brother, a bottle of liquor in his grasp as he smirks. He lifts his free hand up, waving at me with his fingers. I frown as the blindfold covers my gaze. Taehyung guides me out the door, hearing Korain following us as he closes the door to our room.

"Now that I think about it, this'll be the first I get to see yer torture chamber, Hyungie." Korain says, laughing. "I hope I get a tour of everythin'."

Taehyung interjects, "You're going to the institution to take Jeon with you. I'll pay for a private flight to wherever you want to go, but you're not staying."

"Yeah, maybe'll go to the woods to get a stick to shove up ya ass."

I flinch when I hear guns cocking and laughter erupting from one side of me. "Ooo~ yer gettin' faster at this. If ya weren't my brother I'd probably let ya screw me." Taehyung calls him disgusting, grabbing my arms again as he walks me down the steps. Korain clicks his tongue, "Can't ya appreciate a good joke once in–"

"I doubt Jeongguk will remember who you are." Korain pauses upon hearing the name. He asks me to repeat myself. I smirk, "He's so brainwashed by Taehyung he'll only want his cock despite you two looking alike." I gasp when I'm kicked to the ground. I fall onto my shoulder, the restraints not giving me a chance to brace myself.