Blood In The Water / Mafia / Kim Taehyung

~ 1

"If you don't get your filthy hands off of me I will cut them both off when I get the chance," I screamed as I thrashed my body around, trying to escape the tight grip around my arms and legs.

"I thought you said she wouldn't put up much of a fight," one of the two men said through gritted teeth as he grabbed my arm tighter. My body was pushed down into a chair, my arms and legs tied to the back of it by plastic zip ties. With a blindfold over my eyes, I had no idea where I was. The last thing I can recall is walking back home from the shops before I was ambushed by two men in all black, both their faces covered with a mask. I'd been forced into the back of a van before I was dragged across concrete which had left bruises and scratches up my arms.

The blindfold was removed from my eyes and I finally got the chance to check out my surroundings. The room was small and musty but well furnished. A chandelier dangled elegantly from the ceiling and a dining table centred itself in the middle of the room surrounded by 7 chairs. "You'll wait here whilst we get the boss," one of the men spat at me, their face still obscured by the mask.

"It doesn't look like I have much choice," I rolled my eyes, looking to the ties around my wrists and ankles. They left the room without another sound whilst I calculated my escape plan. My eyes glance to the window on my right, shit, we were on the third floor. Unless I wanted to break a couple of bones on the way down, the window wasn't an option. I shifted my eyes to the door that was clearly locked and looked as sturdy as a brick wall. With no luck I changed tactics as I searched for anything I could use as a weapon.

My thoughts are interrupted as the door opens to reveal a tall man with jet black hair that fell over the brightest brown eyes I'd ever seen. He wore a white dress shirt tucked into black jeans held up by a silver belt. What caught my attention was the small mole situated on the end of his nose that seemed to soften his entire appearance. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this moment." His voice is deep and raspy, perfectly matching his image. He spoke quickly and confidently as if he had pre-rehearsed the whole conversation.

"Nice to meet you too, I'm Hanna" I shoot him a smile, annoyed I couldn't outstretch my hand for a handshake to add extra sarcasm.

"I know who you are," he spoke bluntly, clearly a little pissed off with my response. I frowned, raising an eyebrow up at the fact he already knew my name. "Are you going to introduce yourself then or just stare at me?" I scoffed at him. He got closer to me, bending down slightly with his hands in his trouser pockets so his eyes were in line with mine. "You're not afraid of me, are you?" He questioned with a tilted head and what seemed to be an admirable smirk. He exuded a shameful amount of self-confidence. I laughed at his question almost falling off my chair due to the lack of balance I had with my hands tied behind me. His smirk fell from his face to form a confused expression.

"Are you being serious?" I choked out through laughs, "honestly I've had scarier dreams about failing math." I manage to stop myself laughing, taking deep breathes to regain a steady breathing rate. The smile on my lips falters as I watch the man lift his hand in the air. It hurtles itself towards me at what seems like a hundred miles per hour. My eyes immediately squeeze shut as I wait for the loud sound to ring through my ears, followed by the sharp stinging of my cheek. Yet, a second later, the room still stands silent. Slowly, I peek out from under my eyelids, where I'm met with a teasing smirk. "I thought you weren't afraid of me? Not so big and mighty now, are you?" He laughs bitterly with narrowed eyes.

"Just some ground rules Hanna. I am in charge around here, you speak to me and treat me with respect." As if possible, his voice had deepened even further to a low growl. I stopped myself from responding with a witty remark. I knew when to pick my battles and this one wasn't worth fighting. He was a narcissist to put it plain and simple. With an easily damaged ego, he's built walls around himself, using aggression to conceal his vulnerability.