the two broken boys.

Chapter Eleven.

WARNING!

Mentions of abuse and rape in this chapter. Please don't read this one if you're not comfortable with these topics.

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As soon as he unlocked the door, he threw me in the room. It was dark, and I heard the door shut. Jungkook was in here with me, I could tell. He finally turned on the light, and my eyes widened at the sight before me.

There, scattered on the walls, were all types of guns, knives, and torture devices. Even sexual toys too. I gulped. I could feel the anxiety rushing through me. Jungkook picked me up and put me on the chair in the middle of the room. He crouched down, so our faces were close to each other.

"Do you want to play?" He said with an eerie smile. I shook my head. "You went into a room you're never, ever, supposed to go into." He raised a hand and slapped me across the face. "Bad." He stood up and walked to the wall with the torture devices. He scanned them all, and then carefully pulled out a whip. He turned back to me, still smiling.

"Get up." He instructed, but I stayed in the chair. I stared at the ground, my body shaking violently. "Please," I whispered, and he crouched down to my level again. "Hm?"  He hummed and gently grabbed my chin to make me look at him. He tilted his head to the side a bit, with that damn smile still on his face. 

"I-I'll be good. Please. Take me back to your room. I'm sorry." I said, holding back tears. He laughed and shook his head. "I really didn't want to hurt you, Taehyung. But bad boys need to learn their lessons." He stroked my hair, and that was it. I started to cry. 

"Please. I don't want to go through it again. I don't want to go through it again." I said over and over. He looked confused now. "Go through what?" He said. I was hysterical crying now, and he raised his thumb and wiped the tears off my face. It didn't help, though. More just flowed down. "N-No more," I said between sobs. He slowly got up and placed the whip back.

He has seen me cry, but never this much. My face was already red, and my face was wet with my own tears. I was shaking more than I ever have. I felt weak and like I was going to throw up. He walked over and reached out to touch me again, but I flinched. I got up out of the chair and dashed to the corner of the room, crouching there. He stared at me and slowly walked over.

"Taehyung, come on. I'm not going to hurt you. I-I'm sorry for scaring you." He said quietly. I furiously wiped the tears from my eyes, but like before, it didn't help. I nodded slowly and put my arms up, making grabby hands at Jungkook. He got the message and picked me up carefully. He held me in his arms and we walked up the stairs. I continued to cry into his shirt. He whispered things to me, but I couldn't hear them. Probably just telling me that it was okay.

I was starting to get a headache. We walked into his bedroom, and he put me on the bed. He walked back to the open door and shut it. I had crawled backward and covered my whole body with a blanket. "Taehyung, don't hide." He said. I know he wasn't trying to scare me. So, I slowly pulled the blanket down. He opened his arms out and I crawled over, hugging him.

I didn't know why I was hugging him. Everything about him made me relax. I didn't understand any of this. This boy was about to whip me in his basement, and now I'm sitting here hugging him. I was supposed to want to leave, but I didn't. I wanted to stay with him. But, I was scared he'd hurt me. He gently stroked my hair and planted a kiss on my forehead. It made me giggle and blush. When I finished crying, he pulled me away from his chest. "Look Taehyung, I'm sorry. But you can't ever go in that room. I beg you, please never go in there." He cupped my face in his hands and I nodded. "I don't want to hurt you, but I won't hesitate to. If you're bad, you're getting punished. I only stopped then because I saw how you reacted." I nodded once more.

"I want you to feel happy here. That's so weird to say since I kidnapped you, but I want you to learn to like it here. I like you, Taehyung. Ever since I laid eyes on you, I liked you." I giggled again. "It's only been four days, and you already like me?" He chuckled and nodded. "I want you to like me too, but I know it'll never happen, because of this. But regardless, you need to stay here." I slowly nodded and he let go of me. "Now, can you tell me why you just broke down? Why you kept saying that you didn't want to go through it again?"

I hesitated for a bit. I was too tired to cry again. I might as well tell him. "You just scared me. Being down there reminded me of when I was a kid. M-My father used to do that too. The whip." He nodded slowly and stared at me. He looked so concern. "When I was six, that's when it started. I came home and my dad was drunk." I fiddled with my fingers as I explained. "H-He was watching a movie, and there was a sex scene. I shouldn't have said anything. I asked him what the man was doing to the girl." I looked down. "H-He got mad because I was w-watching it without saying anything. He said I needed to be taught a l-lesson. He hit me, over and over. And kicked me, and punched me. I was only six years old. My mother wasn't at home." I felt like I was going to cry again. Jungkook gently placed his hand on my thigh and slowly rubbed it. That calmed me down a bit.

"After he was done hitting me, he dragged me to the couch and crawled on top of me. He told me that he was going to show me what they were doing. J-Just me and him. He called me TaeTae. I hate that fucking nickname." I said and frowned. "He raped me. I was only six fucking years old!" I yelled, grabbing at my hair and tugging it. Jungkook grabbed my wrists and held them tightly. I didn't realize I was crying again.  "That cycle repeated every day. He took me into a room one day, threw me in and locked me in there. L-Like what you did. That's why I was so scared..." I muttered. He looked up, realizing how much he had put me through by just putting me in a room.

"He came back after a long time, and I hid under the bed. He screamed for me to come out, otherwise, it would be worse. I didn't want it to be worse, so I came out. And then he did it again. He used me. After every time, he would always tell me that if I told my mother, he'd kill her." I was shaking again. "I-I was so scared. He said I deserved it. I deserved to be used. Said I was a dirty little slut. After he used me, I showered and I went downstairs. My mother was home and they were having dinner. I was sitting quietly and eating with them." I drew in a sharp breath.

"He told my mother he loved her. And I broke down into tears. My mother was panicking and he was asking me what was wrong. All I could say was 'dad.'" She didn't understand. Before I could speak anymore, my father grabbed me and said he would take me out for ice cream. I was still crying, so I didn't protest. He dragged me out of the house and into the car. We drove for a while, and when we stopped, he came to the back seat and beat the shit out of me. Till I was bruised everywhere and till I coughed up blood. He beat me until I fainted." He let go of my wrists. "And I woke up, all cleaned up and back in that room."

"Then there was the day when he finally started to use things. W-Whips. Handcuffs. V-Vibrators." He rubbed my back and I drew in another sharp breath. "Hours. Hours and hours. There was one day that I almost told someone, and he found out. He took me into that room and w-whipped and beat me so much. It was getting to be too much." I gently rolled up my sleeve. My scars were visible. Endless nights of slitting my wrists. He stared at them quietly. I gently lifted my shirt so he could see the bruises I had on my stomach and my chest. I rolled up my pant leg for him to see them on my legs too. I was surprised since he didn't see them when he was spanking me. "It went on for three years, and he finally got caught. W-Went to jail. My mother caught him, and she screamed and cried and called the police. She was always by my side, but she was different. One day, she left and she d-didn't come back. A policeman came to my house and th-they told me." I started to breathe heavily at the memory. I remembered what the policeman told me. I kept breathing heavily and I started to feel light-headed.

"Tae?" Jungkook said and grabbed my shoulders. I shook my head over and over, shutting my eyes tightly. I kept breathing heavily and I felt weak again. I felt sick and tired. I was crying more now. I felt like I was about to die. And when I opened my eyes, everything went black and my body hit the bed. 

I fainted right in front of Jungkook.