➳The Wolf Hour ¦ jjk #wattys2018

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"Lumberjack? Red riding hood? Big bad wolf? What is this. A children's book?" I clicked my tongue. My body urging me to get up to punch that smug smirk off his face. But my body was dead weight. Have you ever hit your foot, toe, hand, or finger so hard you can't feel pain, rather it's so numb that you can't feel touch? I can't feel my muscles, all I can feel is the boards of the floor—infested with curled up pieces of wood.

"Sit her down" the blonde spoke, keeping up with the smug act.

The two large men behind the blonde one came forward, picking me up by my arms. I wish I couldn't feel pain instead being useless, I had to feel the ache of my arms being dragged from above without any support. Nevertheless, I'm not dumb. Whoever is ordering these three men must've done it for reason. They wanted me to feel pain.

"Who are working for?" I ask, needing to know who would be that sick. "You will know soon, however the reason your thinking is not the reason why you can still feel pain." He has icy eyes, eyes that don't fit his masculine body. Cold, blue eyes that doesn't let anybody in. So lonely that he seems almost vulnerable. "What are you looking at?" the other spoke with a gruff voice, and a harsh tone. It was like he emphasized every word. "Obviously Obi's eyes, who else wouldn't notice those star blue eyes" the other one rolled his eyes—his voice was soft spoken. It almost seemed like he was hissing like a snake, ready to attack his prey. "Whatever, let's do what she wants us to do" the gruff one spoke with irritation.

The soft spoken one walked up to me, skimming his finger across my lips. "It's just like Obi said, you're not meant to feel pain" he shifted towards my ear, his eyes closing up into eyes of a serpent. "But pleasure" I growled hearing the hiss of his 's', all signs of his body screamed danger. He cupped my chin harshly, pulling my face towards him. "I may be a little rough, your heat is really getting to me"

Fear sits on me like a pillow over my mouth and nose. Enough air gets by it, allowing my body to keep functioning, but it's crippling all the same. I shouldn't be panicking but I am—Jungkook marked me so it should be fine.

Right...Jungkook. I wonder what he is doing at the moment—is he worried about me? I miss him.

Tears form at the thought of never seeing him again and the feeling of breath getting closer and closer to my neck. My eyes tingled as I try to keep my tears back, but I know it's helpless—I can feel my barrier breaking into pieces as I let the first tear slip.

"MpH!"

The sound of a jaw clashing together omitted after the strangled cry. I face towards the soft spoken one who is on the floor cupping his face, blood dripping down from his lip. He smeared the blood and his eyes directed towards Abe. Abe had punched him. "Sorry Nic, I can't let you do that" Obi spoke with a tired sigh, like he finally lifted a huge boulder off his shoulders. Fires of fury and hatred were smoldering in Nic's small narrowed eyes as he weighed the pros and cons of the various and creative means available to him for exacting revenge on Obi.

Learning all these new names, and who was on who's side, jumbled my thoughts like a bunch of organized cards being thrown up into the air.  I felt an arm snake underneath my legs and around my back—"Nic is not going to be down for long and the other is not just gonna stand there" Obi huffed as he lifted me up.

"Let's get you out of here"