Sanctuary

Chap 8: let me out

Jimin doesn't fight, squirm around or scream for help he didn't do anything but lay there. He let Kai do whatever he wanted to him, his body and mind were to enlaced with alcohol. He could feel Kai's rough hands roaming his body, sliding up and down his bare skin, sending his body shivering at his touch.

"You're skins so smooth Jiminie, completely untouched." Kai softly hovers his lips over his exposed stomach, gently placing them down.

Jimin sucks in a shaky breath, tensing at the unwanted touches Kai was giving him. His eyes begin to water, lips quivering between his teeth as he bites down on them.

"S-Stop..I-don't want this." Jimin tries pleading, though his voice was horse and faint.

"Shh don't lie to yourself Jimin, I know you want this just as badly as I do. I want to be your first." Kai slides his cold hands into his pants, yanking them down with aggression.

That's when Jimin begins freaking out, he wasn't ready, he didn't want to lose it like this. He starts weakly thrashing about, trying to get the dominating man off him. Kai instantly overpowers him, gripping both his wrists in his hand he hold him down.

"Stop moving Jiminie, just lay there and fucking take it." Kai's delicate voices turns into a harsh one, his nails digging into Jimin's tender skin.

Jimin begins crying, his warm tears dripping down his cheeks onto the bed. He knew even if he screamed no one would hear him, the music was blaring so loud it drowned out any other sound.

"I've been wanting to do this for so long, every time I laid in bed with your sister I always imaged what it would be like if it was you." Kai sits back on his knees, fumbling with his belt.

He unhooks his belt, undoing his button, sliding down his zipper before using his fingers to pull his pants down. Jimin looks up at him through blurry vision, his eyes soaked in tears. His head hurts, it pounding in his skull. The alcohol was still pungent in his system, every limb in his body loose and limp.

"Just stay quiet and everything will be all right, I know you're secretly a slut whose desperate to be fucked. I know you Jiminie." Kai lifts his shirt up, pulling it over his shoulders.

Jimin squeezes his eyes shut when he comes back to loom over him. His legs get forced open, Kai's icy hands pry them apart. Jimin tries closing them again, using the little strength he had but it wasn't enough, Kai keeps pulling them open.

"P-please Stop..Kai-your my sisters boyfriend." He chokes on his words, trembling all over.

"Not for tonight Jiminie, I'm all yours." Kai clamps down on his neck, Jimin winces at the instant pain that follows.

Kai with one hand keeping his legs open and the other holding Jimin down. He positions himself at his virgin entrance, not bothering with prep or lube for the inexperienced boy.

"Ahh-Stop! Stop!" Jimin's face is forced to the side, Kai's large hand covering his small mouth to muffle his cries of pain.

"Tell me you want it Jimin, tell me how much you fucking want it." Kai collapses his entire body into his weak one, desperately snapping his hips at a brutal rhythm.

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Jimin jolts awake screaming, feeling the same excruciating pain he felt that night. His eyes stung, he begins blinking away the loose tears that invaded his sleep. He wipes his eyes with the back of his sleeve, dampening his dirty jumper. He hasn't had that dream for so long, he almost forgot about it, his subconscious blocking that night out.

His body unconsciously shivers, still believing it was still there with him, trapped in that bed. He curls into himself, hugging his knees to his chest. The same painfully bright white light still shone strong, it hurt his eyes.

He'd lost count of how long he's been locked in here, it's felt like years though he knows that can't be. All he wanted to do was get out of here, this room was driving him to the brink of insanity. Bringing back bad memories he didn't want resurfacing. While he got lost in his aching mind the door which has been permanently locked opens.

His expression immediately sours, eyebrows farrowing when he sees whose walked in. Jin comes strolling through the door, the same stomach churning grin.

"How are you this morning Jimin? Feeling anymore compliant?" Jimin tries holding in his growl, the audacity of him made his insides crawl.

"Fuck you! You can't keep me locked up in this fucking room, it's inhumane." Jimin uses the wall to help him climb up, standing on his wobbly feet.

Jin sighs deeply, looking at him through soft eyes, an almost sympathetic smile on his lips.

"If you weren't so disrespectful or resistant we wouldn't have to resort to this. We give you three square meals a day, we're not starving you in here Jimin." Jimin scoffs at his reasoning, it was pathetic, utterly pathetic.

"Let me out of this fucking room! Please it's killing me being in here, I can't take it." Jimin started off angry then slowly faded into begging.

Jin tilts his head, studying Jimin's emotions, the way he collapses helplessly to the floor. He had broken, appearing as though isolation had worked. Jimin hasn't used the word please since he's been here. This form of rehabilitation was clearly working.

"I think this is actually good for you Jimin, help ease your anger. You're already seeming to be slightly calmer, it's an improvement." Jin gives a reassuring smile which did nothing to comfort him.

Jimin's eyes widen at that, struggling to believe he really thinks this is good for him. Being locked in a tiny room with no windows or bed, no distortion of time. How could this be good for him.

"What? No! No please I don't want to stay here anymore, please let me out." Jimin's voice wavers, sounding cracked and broken.

"It will just be for another day, you'll be better I promise. We're only trying to help you Jimin, that's all we want to do." With those haunting last words he walks out the room, locking the door.

Jimin sprints to the door in desperation, trying for the handle in hopes it will open. He bangs weakly on the peeping window.

"Please let me out! Please I fucking can't-I fucking can't." Jimin keeps pleading, though it was pointless, no one was coming back.

He slumps to the floor in defeat, slamming his head against the door. He didn't want to be here, where was Jungkook? Why couldn't he keep his stupid mouth shut and just play along with their little game. All he wanted to do was live his life the way he wanted, be who he wanted without being crucified for it. He was happy with being gay why couldn't anyone else see that.

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Jin you meanie !

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