When blood drips (Discontinued)

28: repeated torture...

⚠️this chapter contains a few graphic scenes⚠️

"Jimin we're trying. We'll get him back I promise." Jin-young said as he stared intensly at the computer screen displaying the horrid scene.

"B...B-but how did this even happen...? I was talking to him yesterday a-and all of a sudden... oh Jungkook... what do I do..." Jimin said as he hid his face in the latters chest because he couldn't bare to watch the video again.

"Shhh, Jiminie. Everything is fine okay? Atleast a hundred officers are scanning the area as we speak." Jungkook hugged the fragile boy in his arms staring at the computer screen, scanning for any clues as to where that might be.

The video displayed a dark room where only a single dim light was shining in the middle. Under that light, sat Taehyung, tied with heavy metal, spiked chains causing blood to flow endlessly. Taehyungs mouth was tied with a thick cloth that muffled his screams. Every second or so, there were inaudible whispers that were incapable of being understood. After the mumbling, Taehyungs eyes would widen with fear and he'd try to shake is head and get free only to shrill with pain as the spikes dug deeper into his skin.

The glitched voice of Yoongi's echoed throughout the walls, repeating the same sentance over and over again as the video was set to replay in a loop. Each time the video replayed, the voice became harder to decipher. Harder to hear. Yet the words still felt so clear to Jimin.

I warned you

I̸ ̴w̴a̷r̸n̴e̴d̶ ̶y̶o̷u̵

Ì̶͕͜ ̸̢͕̀̿̓̆͊͛ẉ̸̨͆ǎ̸͔͖̳̬̗̈́̍̀̚ȓ̵̗̈̋̓̍̎̃n̷͙̳̝̲̲͙͗̒̏̆̏é̸͇͖͕d̶̢̢̛̥̠͙̘̂̀̀ ̵͔̒͊͂̂ỹ̵̘̔͋o̸̧͓͉̣̞̹͛̏̄̌͘u̷͎̰͐

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I̴̗̪̮̼̻̦̺͙̤̳̗̲̿͆́͒̈́̽͜ ̷̫̳̤̜̙̗̭́̔̀́́̚̕͜͜w̶̡͔̜͂̉̀͛͑͂̀͌̉͗͘̕á̷̡̻̠̩̤̱̅̾̃̍̽̄̎̏̂̔̒̈ŕ̷͇̤̬͈̼͉͚͎̪̳̻̯̊̋͋n̷̠̞͎̻̜̬̣̠̑̄̎͜ẽ̴̛̬̞͕̘͓̪̠͔̰͔̀͐̄̾̊̀̒͘̕͠͠d̷̺̆̋̅̀̏̓͂̔̓̎͐ ̵̭͇͙̗̜̲̟̒͑͋͌̀͆̀͒̄̔̃͘y̸͇̝͒̇̌̀͊̅̊̚o̵̮͍̝̪̜̼̯̒ų̷̧̺̜̘̯̣͇̼̀̿̽̌̑̑̄̄́̽̕͠͠

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Į̶̬̳̟̬͈̱̈́̔ ̸̡̧̮̘̻̪̞̫̪̹̭̻͈̙̳̘̺̗͙̭̟̝͈͚̣̲̯̯̝͎̪̭̳̺̥͇̟̘͚̫̱͍̟͇͚̈́͗̈́̋̃̑̓̈̂̑͋̐̾͒̀̑̍̾̏̉̃̔̀͘͘͠ẁ̷̡͍͓̬̟̘̲͙̐̔̿̓̀̃̅̆͌̐̄̿͊̃͒͆̐̓̔͊̓̀̅͛̿͗̋̔̆́̉́̂̅͊̅̚̕͘̕͝͝͝a̶̤͗̈́̇͆̾͋͒̐̔́̏́͗̀̂͐͛̂̋̂̊̊̍̊̎̈̀͋̈́̂̿̎̚͝͝͝͠͝͠r̴̨̢̛̛͙͔̖̮̣̙̤̬̩̝̦̞̫̝̫̽̄͋̆̏͆̈͆̃̎͐͂̌̾̃̀̉͛͋̎̓̂͐̈́̊̇̊̀͛̉̉̔̑̔̕͝͝n̸̨̨̨̦̪̳͖͈̹̯͍͖̠̟̟̦̲͔̙̝̥̰̮̞͓̙̱̫͉͇̈́̑͆̀̈́̅͋̈́̈́́̾̿̂͒̃̊͘͘̚͠ͅe̴̡̢̢̧̢̢̨̛̬̰͕̭͍̯̥͕̦̳̙̳͍͚̯̤͖̬̖̣͈̣̹͓̼̩̦͓̱̥̘̞͚̥̤͙͚̼͉͇͇͖͖̞͌̀̈̈̅͒͆͋͂͆́̃̓̈́̒͌̄̍̿̿̈́͘̕̕͠͝͝͠͝͝ḑ̷̧̡̢̢̛̖͖̼̠̝̳̳̩̙̬̜̜̫̰̠͉̥̭̤̺̤̦͓̪͙̦͔͉̙̝͉̖̭̱͇̬͓̖͈̯͚̦̦̙͓̽̉̔͜͜ ̸̧̨̢̨̛̛̻͚̻͚̮͙̤̙̹͚̤̣̗͔̉͗́̈́̈́̌̉̓̄͐̒͊̾́̋̅̃̔̎̈́̔͛̀͊̈́̂͂̓̀̉̍̋͐̎́̈̑̋͌̚̚̚̕͘͝ͅŷ̴̨̨̧̡̢̢͕̲͙̦̥͈͙͇̫͖̞̞̰̦̠̺̳̟̦͈̬̮͖͙̗̯̜̪̻̙̲̱̺͈̥̗̫̝̲̄̄͂̃̽̃͆̾̇͌̐̇̎̃̿̅̀͊̽̓̏̾̚̚͝͝͝͠ͅͅơ̵̢̧͔̠͎̲̩̝͔̺̝̠̱̠͈̝͎͓̤̟̪̻͕͇͔̼̞͈̱͓̔̈́͆͌͒̓̀͗̎͊̑̈͑̚͜͜͝ͅͅͅu̷̡̨̧̯̝͖͉̯͓̝̮̭̻̱̠͓͙̤̜͍̰̗͎͈̔̋̽̄͌̅̂͗̇̈́̏̔͒̀̂͋͊̀̾̓͂̄͆͊̂͗͂̑̅͂̍̀͘̕͜͠͝ͅ

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Ȋ̷̢̛̛̝̩͔̺̺͚͕͇͙̼̟̜̽́́̽͂͐͂̀̿͑̌̍͛̏̇̾̍̇̏͊͐̇̌͒̊̐͌̒̈́̀̏̆͒̊̇͋͗̐̀̋̉̽̄̎̿̂̐̈́͆̋̐̀̿͋̈̈̆͂̄̏̊͒̈́̃͛̒͌͌̀͌͋͛̈̏͌͆̅̎̒̿̎͛̐̈́̄̔̀͒̔̈̈́͂̒́̿̽̂̒̂́̆̈́̉̕͘̚̕̚͘̚̚͘̚͘̚̚͝͠͠ͅͅͅ ̷̨̛̛̻̻͎̖͔̞̩̺̲̦͎͕̹̠͇̝̪̠̰͎͓̈͌̉͑̓̇̉̽́̈́̇͑̀͋̐̾͂͆́͗̈̌̋̀̽̈͊̐̊̎̈́̀̓͊̌̓͌̋̒̈́̇̉̿́͌̃̃̑̈́̌̈́́́͋̑̽͊͆̆̑̀̓̑͑̀̀̒͗̀̾̓̾͌̅͌͆̓̅̉͊̈́̃́͑͗̓̈́̈̌͗̾͑̔͒̆̊͑̐̀͐̃̽̇͆̇̇͛͘̕̕̕̕̕̚̕̚͜͝͠͠͝͝͝͠͝͝͠͝͝͠͝ͅw̸̢̨̢̨̧̨̨̧̨̧̡̢̛̞̰̣̲̮̞͓̗͔̻͉̘̲̥̥̟͕̤̻̺͇̫͉̳̮̗̲͓͙̗̥̥̰͎̲̼̗̙͎̣̫̹͕̘̙̱̲̗̼̼̺̠̥͍̦̜̤̩͚̥̥͖̣͇͈͖͕̲͙̭͕̭͔͕̜̺̻͙̦̞̬̗͙̗̰̹̪̫͍̙̬̼̰͉̟̘͚̭͚͓̮̥͍̩̯̜̭̺̣͚̺͕͍̻͇̗͉̗̺͔͔̞̖̖̲̮̙̪̌̇̄̿̐̆̀̅͐͗͂̋̀̆̂̊̔̈̊͊͆̓͐̇͂͛̋́̌̓̐͒́͆̾̅̄̾͊̿̀̈́̀̇̉̋̉̈́͗͒̿́͐̿͂̾́́̓̔̓̀̒͛̑͊̅͆͒̿͌̓̿̚͘̕͘̚͝͝͠͠͝͝͝ͅͅͅa̷̢̨̨̢̨̧̛̛̛͖̙̙͚̮͇̝̟̤̫̩̟̥̺͎͖͔̖̹̼͎͓̩͓͍͔̥̘̭̙͖̮̝͕̥͚͍͓̗̖͓̮̠̦͉̮͇̟̠̘̎͌̾͛́̇̓̔̍̋͑̓̀͊͗̾̀̽̈́̈́͊̃̓̽́̈́̽̄̒̔́̊̄̄̓͒̉́̋͊̓̈́̋̓̍̏̓̈́͑̈́̏͑̅̔̿̾̈͑̓́̇̇͌̌̂͗́͆͑͊́̀̈̌̏̒̂͑̈́͋̓̈́͒̃̎̓͆̒̿͐̈́̈́̌͂̀̓̃̎́̎͗͒̄͛͑̽͂̂͛̀̂̄̌̐́́̒͌͂̓͋̅̀́̈̍̒̽̍̍́͘̕̕̚̕̕͘̚͘̚̚̕̚͜͝͝͝͝͠͝͝͝͠͝͝ͅͅŗ̶̢̧̡̧̢̢̢̢̡̡̡̢̧̡̛̛̛̼̪̮̯̼̙̗̫̜̣̫͕̩̩̗̬͎̰͇̩̮̳̘̱͙̖͓̺̘͙̙̜̻͔̜͎̤̖̞̥̺̤̮̮̞̜͙͖̙͇̺̺̗̣̭̤̹͙̖̠̘͎͍̲͙̞̟̰͚̲̖͖̠̹̰̻͖̗̝̺̰͈̥̻̜̪͚̼͚̲̟̰̬̲̤̝̜̞͖͓̞̻̖̩̥̱̩̥̭͉̫̟͕̗̲̳̯̥̻̤̞̜̞̝͈̗̱̦͖̳̣̟̭̗̜̜͖͖̯̝͕̟̘̦̙̤̺̑̀̊͐͂̋́̔̃͑̋͆̂͛̀͒̓̃̀̍̔͂͒͂̍̀̂̇̈́̄̈́̿̐͊̉̉̆̊̀́̈́̎̉̉͂̒̒̂̅̈̍͊̽͆̑́͐͊̐̑͐̒͊͐̃̿̿̀̀̔͘̚͘͜͜͜͜͜͜͠͠͝͠ͅͅͅņ̶̨̨̢̢̢̛̪̳͉̪̺͖͇͙͍̟̬̙̲̫͓̤͙̦̟̼̺̗͇̭̗̱̠̫̘̻̦̖͓̗̳̗̗̥̫͍̤͙̮͓̫͗̀̐̀̽͊̄̏́̏̇̊͂̋̄͊̃͐̊̋̃̎̓̃̍̿͛͗̿͑̎̓͛̒̎̊̅̐̐̂̇͛̋̑̃͒́̽͆͋́̍̅͑̅̈́̏̆̎̄͛̀̊́̓̒̑̀̈̊̏͗̄̑̓̆͘͘̚̕͘͜͜͜͠͝͠͠͝͝ȩ̷͉̝͈̜̬͍͖̇̋̔̿̀̾̋̏͋̀͋́̍͛̎͒̀̽̅̀̃̈̄̽͗́͒̏̇̔̃͊̔̾͂̏͂͊́́̐͗̏̏̀̂̐̃͑͆͊̈́͒̒̄̄̓̀̀̈́̚̕̚͠͝͝͝d̵̡̢̛̛̛͍̻̙̤͔̭̠̥̦̣̰͖̼͕͕̜̯͔̼̠͍̬̯͖͈̹͈̙̺̯̺̦̺̘͔̱͕̦̣͓̼̯͖̯̫̰̟̱̖͔̪̘̆͂̆̑̑͗̈́̅̑̿́̓͐̆́͒͌̀̏͗̊̆̉̀̒̎̂̀͗̑̇̂̾̃͋́͋̔́̔̉́̈́̔̈́̿̋͗̂͆̂͑̓̑̒̋̊͒̄̒́̋̄͋̾̑͋̾̓͐̅̑̌̉͗́̇̈̃́͐͂͐͑̄̾̾̓̀̿̃̈́͆̈́̂͆̈́̾͐̽́̇̋̌̍͒̎̓͒͋͛̀̋̓́̑̄̍͂̽̈̓͗̍̍͆̏̀͆̈́́͊̔̈́̈́̓̊̄͒͌̂̚̚̚͘̚̚̚̕̕̕͜͜͠͝͝͝͠͝͝͝͠͝͠͠͝ͅ ̸̨̨̧̨̡̡̢̡̡̧̡̢̧̨̡̢̛̛̛͎͙̮̲̺̥̝̦͓͚͚͖͉͙͓̤͎͙͉̤̟̣͍̱̪͔͎͓̞̱̲͓͍̙̯͇͇̞̦͔̼͓̯̠̝̹̯̤̣̘̬̭̹͔͎͎̗̻̺̣̟͕͎͕̝̮̦͙̳̺͖̦͍͇͕̘͈͉̙͔͓̯̯̻̠̘̜̝̰̘̝̟̻̰͉̺̬̬͈̱̭̱̯͓̲̻͎͎͈̫̩̯̼̮̘̤̳̣̳͔̜͙̫̠̦͕͂̅̓̈̀́̍͗̅̅́͋͂̋̀̐̿̆̍̒̆̓̑͋̆͂̋̒͊̽̽̆͋̀̍̓̂̑̑̔̈́̇̐̀̈̒͑͑̉̏̈̑̍̔̃͛̾̈́̋̌͆̒̇̈͌̔̌͂̔̓̋̎̋̋̾̿̈́̈́͒͂͒̌̊͐̑̃͛̐́̐̈̔͐͋̌̑̊́̆̔̑̃̍͛̾̑̋̂̎̂̐́̂͂͌̐̌̌̏͊̽̈́̂̏͐̽̃̈̈́̈́̂̑̈́̿̀̇́̀̐́͛̂̊̄͒̽͊͘̕͘͘̚̚̚͘̕͘̚͝͝͝͠͝ͅͅͅͅy̶̧͇̫̦͖͉̮̳̣͚͈̥̰̖͔̞̞̫̲͍̘̣̰̺̲̞̳̱̳̻̖̺̣̗̻͎̩͙̞̥͓̐̑̾̀̆͂̐̈́̌͌͊̑̓͆͋̀̾̄̈̆̎͌͌̾̀̄͂́̆̓͛͊͐̈́͐̂͊̇̄̈́̓͐̂͋͆͛͆̏̏́͛̔̄̆̑̀̌̀̈̽̏͗̊̆̃͒̋͂̔̈́͛̿͒̉́͂̒͒̀̆̑̐͒̌͒͆́̿̋̈́̈́̌̑̈́͗͆̓͑̌̈̇̋̏̈́̂̄̕͘͘̚̚͜͜͠͠͠͠͠͝͠͝͠͠͠ͅͅơ̵̡̡̢̢̡̧̧̡̡̨̢̱̣̞͉̰̲̯̺̰͇͖̖̻̙̭̠̭̗̘̱͕͍͓͓͙̤̰̼̜̪͓͔͉̪̻̼̘̜̙͙̗̺͎̭̝̮͈̩̩̺͇͉͕̺̩͖̯̬̙̦̖̹͎͖̗͖̻̺̫̲̱͓̬͍̜̫̮̣̮̗̗͍̯̞̬͈̠̝͓̦̜͍̝͙̣̪̜̙̜̖͈̭̤̙̺͕͇͇̘͉͔̩͓͖̭͚̟̭̘̤͉̥̰̝̳̯̬̖̣͈̣͕̻͇͚̫̖̘̣̲̖̫̞̝̝̤͈͋͒̌̉̋̄̏̅̏̇̐̀̊͊̅͌̂́͌̔̐̽́͛̊͂̅̆̏͊̄̅͐̓͛͂̂̎̏̎͗̾́̆̊͐͆͊͒̐̀͂̄̏̌̈́͛͗́͊͒̅͊̓̿̌͆̊͘̚͘̕͘̕͜͜͝͝͝͝͝͠͝͝ͅͅͅͅư̸̡̨̡̢̧̨̧̧̧̧̡̧͎̩̰̟̩̣͚̮̺̬͓̱̭̘̟͍̗͖̟̠̣̦̝̲͚̯͎̬̭͚̻̬͙̱͔̼͖̠̲̺͚̮̦̟͙̜̯̝̠̝̦̜͚̔̌́̊̃̌̆͒̒̓̈́̋̌͐̒̒͐̈́̈́̃̃̈̊͂̿͛͊͂͑̄̆͘͘̚͜ͅ

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(I just broke your wattpad... you're welcome.)

Jin-young paused the video and typed swiftly on his computer, attempting to hack the video once more. But nothing. There was a virus of some sort preventing him from accessing the location of where the video was taken.

"Any luck?" Jungkook asked with hope. His question was answered when Jin-young punched the table out of frustration.

"Jungkook, this is something I've never seen before. It's almost like its other worldly. This technology is just... too advanced. I can't hack it." Jin-young sighed sadly as he heard Jimins sobs increase. Jungkook hated to admit it but, this technology that Yoongi was using, was out of his reach.

Yes, this technology was vamperian but it was so advanced, even for Jungkook. There was nothing he could do. And Jimin knew that. Jimin was in deep thought, there had to be some way to get his bestfriend, his soulmate back. But how?

That's when it hit him. How could he be so dumb!? The answer was at the tip of his fingers all this time.

Jimin ran out of the office at the speed of light, shocking Jungkook and Jin-young. The chief, Jin-young, assumed it was out of grief but Jungkook knew better.

"Jungkook, could you give me a hand here?" Jin-young said, bringing Jungkook back to reality. Jungkook stopped staring at the door where Jimin had ran off and walked towards the chief, attempting to hack the computer virus.

Jimin continued running, determination filling his veins. He didnt stop to take a break not even when he felt like his legs were burning with the fire of a thousand flames. They hurt. A lot.

He just kept running towards the mansion, forgetting about his car. Forgetting about the world. Only one thing repeated in his mind. Over and over.

....Namjoon....

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