Blood In The Water / Mafia / Kim Taehyung

~ 2

I'd spent an hour in the poker room with still no explanation of why I was here. What I had concluded however, was that these people were insane. They were completely out of their minds. Every single one of them screamed danger. Not once had they stopped bragging about their successful kills which only left me feeling sick to my stomach. I didn't know if it was just a scaremongering tactic but something told me they weren't joking and my hunches usually aren't wrong.

"It's bedtime. You've got an early start tomorrow," Taehyung instructs, pulling me to my feet and leading me out of the room while the others watched silently. "Are you being serious? Could you at least tell me why I'm here?" I don't realise I'm shouting until Taehyung glances over at me with a look that could kill.

"What did I tell you about respect?" Taehyung barked lifting his hand to hit me. I didn't flinch, knowing if I did he would think I was scared. He looked into my eyes as I stared down into his. Slowly, he lowered his hand and I let out a breath of relief. "Your training begins tomorrow. You should be up and ready by the time my clock reads 8am, if not it's me you'll be dealing with, understood?" Taehyung watched me from across the room, his arms crossed over his broad chest. I ignored him. He might be the boss around here but he certainly isn't the boss of me.

"You know, respect works both ways." I make my voice as intimidating as possible and I was pretty satisfied with my response until Taehyung's entire body froze up from my tone and he glared at me harshly. "You're right Hanna. I could have locked you in any one of these rooms. I could have left you to starve, I could have beaten you. I could have completely destroyed you, but I didn't. I think you need to stop underestimating what we are capable of. I know the shit you've been through, you should be thanking me for taking you in."

I stood there numbly. This is what he wanted, he wanted me to fear him and if he continued at this rate he would achieve exactly that. "You kidnapped me, you didn't take me in at all. I don't need saving. Certainly not by you," I snap back.

"Is it still kidnapping if this life is better than your old one? Actually it sounds more like charity work to me," Taehyung says matter-of-factly, slowly moving closer to me as I'm forced to stand my ground. I stood in disbelief. How could someone be so ignorant?

"That is a complete load of - " I begin but I'm cut off. "Shut the fuck up Hanna. Do you how whiny your voice gets when your annoyed?" Taehyung takes one more step forward, forcing my back into the cold, bare walls of the bedroom. I push at his chest trying to get him to step back but he doesn't budge, instead he watches with a content smile as I struggle trapped between him and the wall. "Stop. You'll hurt your head again," he says with fake compassion, cupping the back of my head so it's no longer pressed against the wall.

"Please, just get off of me," I plead, the sudden claustrophobia bringing back the trauma of being trapped. Taehyung stares down at me with an almost quizzical look, noticing an abrupt shift in the tone of my voice. He finally steps away from me, allowing me to sit on the edge of what was now the bed I'd be sleeping in. His eyes follow me, watching me cautiously.

"There's spare clothes in the drawers and I'd suggest you take a shower," he gestures over to a door on the other side of the room which I assumed was the bathroom, "and before you even try it, all the windows and doors are locked at night, if I were you I wouldn't even think of trying to escape." He bends down to speak into my ear, his warm breath tickling at my skin, "and if you do, I promise there is no place on Earth you can hide or run to where I won't find you. Goodnight Hanna."

He lightly kissed the top of my head before leaving the room. As I heard the door open and close, I finally let the tears gathering in my eyes fall freely down my face. I fall face first into my pillow, allowing the soft material to soak up my salty tears. I was struggling to breathe, but honestly, I think dying like this would be a better way out than anything Taehyung had planned for me. What did he mean by training? What was I training for? My stomach twisted and I felt the overwhelming urge to be sick all over again. As fast as my legs can carry me, I run into the bathroom connected to the bedroom. I fell to my knees in front of the toilet but no matter how hard I tried I couldn't be sick. It hit me that I hadn't eaten in hours and my stomach growls lowly in confirmation.