HOUSEKEEPER - JAEHYUN x READER

silhouette of a man

"I said, knock her out, Jackson," Juwon yelled at him.

I looked at Juwon. He was so horrible. I thought of him as broken before, but now I understood that he was far worse than just broken. The thirst in his eyes was still there, the thirst to see more chaos and fucked up shit happening.
The thirst for control.

He was walking towards Jackson slowly, but determined. He knew Jackson wasn't going to just hit me, he knew what he had to do in order to get what he wanted.

"Knock her out until she fucking collapses, "Juwon said with a voice filled with eager. The horrible man I once liked, now put the gun against Jackson's head.

"Or else we'll torture and rape her so fucking hard until she dies in front of your eyes and you beg to die yourself." Juwon nearly whispered into his ear, but he made sure that I heard it as well.

I looked at Jackson through the holes of the mask that was pulled over my head. I nodded to him, with full understanding in my eyes, trying to make him understand what he had to do.

None of us could die now, especially not Jackson. I can't be the reason to his death. We have to live on longer. We have to get out, and I need to get my shit together.

"I won't," Jackson said in his raspy and deep voice, looking directly into my eyes. "Knock her out, or she will die painfully after the four of us are done with her,"  Juwon said and smirked over to his fellow gang members, and they winked back at him.

"Do it." I made myself clear, taking a step towards  Jackson,
    My friend,
          My third brother.

There were five seconds of deadly silence until Jackson raised his fist and aimed it towards me.

There were five knocks against my sore face until I couldn't take it anymore, and fell to the ground.

Darkness.

...

I woke up in the corner of a cold cellar. It was a small room, with an old staircase going somewhere I had no clue where was. There weren't any windows here, not anything else, really. Besides a blanket that I was laying on, the pillow my head was resting on, a glass of water beside me, and an empty chair at the other corner of the basement.

I tried collecting every piece of memory of what I could be doing down here until I realized, also making me understand why my head was hurting like a bitch.

I tried to sit up, but my body wasn't cooperating at all. I wanted to find Jackson and get the hell out of here.

If he even was here.

What happened to him?

An uneasy feeling grew inside of me, and I didn't know what to do with myself. I tried to collect enough strength to raise up my hand and take a sip of the water from the glass beside me, and after a couple of tries, it worked.

My hurting belly was screaming out for some food.

I also noticed that my phone was gone when I searched through the pockets of my pants.

Fuck.

I took some deep breathes, trying to calm myself down despite being held as a hostage, and go through everything that had happened trough my mind one more time.

I should have just stayed at the god damn restaurant.

The burning feeling of trembling went through my body the second I heard the door at the top of the staircase open up, and a black silhouette of a man stood there.