Six Unbreakable Chains

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(don't wanna be a killjoy but this book will contain rape. If you are not comfortable with the theme, I'm sorry. I'll make another book with a more happier beginning.)

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Yoongi was just a normal boy who joined a k-pop band. He never expected to be tied to chair by his own members.

Then again, he was the one being naive. He believed they just wanted to get closer. They did. But not in the way he thought.

Min Yoongi was tied to chair in the middle of a room.

His hands tied to the arms of the chair and his legs tied to the legs of the chair.
His eyes were covered by a thick cloth.
His mouth covered by duct tape.

He knew they had drugged him. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been here.
'They' still had plans.

Yoongi couldn't see, but he could hear. He heard their voices.

"He's so perfect and beautiful"

"I wonder what his moans sound like"

"I can't wait to make him mine"

"Tie him down on the bed already."

"After all this time, you can't run away now, Yoongi~"

Five.

Five different voices. He knew them all but one person was missing. Where was Namjoon?

He heard footsteps.

They became louder as he felt them step closer to him.

Then they stopped.

A wave of silence washed over the room. And then he felt his vision become alive.

They had taken off his blind fold and now he could see who his kidnappers were.

His vision was blurry, but his eyes became wide at the people he could see.

Jin.. Taehyung. Jimin. Jungkook. And Hoseok.
No Namjoon.

All the people he thought he trusted. All the people he thought he could be friends with.

The people who drugged him and kidnapped him against his will.

They were standing in a circle around him. The person in front of him was Taehyung.

He smiled at him, which gave him a shiver down his spine.

"Don't worry, Min Yoongi. We all love you and would never hurt you."

He pet his hair a few times before kissing the back of his hand.

He felt tears well up in his eyes as He became overcome with betrayal.
He felt someone pull the duct tape off of his mouth.

"You look so beautiful when you cry."

He heard one of them say. He didn't know which.

"Let's play with him."

"Yeah. Let's make him look more beautiful."

"I want to hear him moan."

They ripped off his shirt, earning a yelp from him.
They then tore away his pants, leaving him almost completely naked.

His boxers and socks remained on his pale skinned body.

"I'm gonna drug him again."

He felt a needle go into his arm. Injecting the drug that has kept him limp and now continues to do so.

He felt them untie his legs and take off his socks.
He felt them untie his arms and they carried him and placed him on a large bed.

"Why are you doing this?"

He told them weakly. He saw them all climb on the bed, taking off their shirts and pants.

"Because we want to make you ours."
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