Until Death Do Us Part~ A Kim Namjoon Mafia Fanfiction (COMPLETED)

Chapter 14

*WARNING: The following chapters include high amounts of sexual/physical assault, including rape and torture. If you are sensitive to these topics, I do suggest you refrain from reading until further notice.*

*Two months later*

I walk out of my bedroom holding my two month old son on my hip, having just changed into a clean shirt for the second time this morning. "Hyun-Jae, I'm leaving for work!" Namjoon shouts from the kitchen. I enter the kitchen with a bright smile before meeting him by the front door, planting a soft kiss on his lips. "Have a good day, honey." I say, lifting Won-Shik onto my chest. "Ah, can't forget about my little guy. Bye buddy." He replies, leaving a kiss on our son's head before walking out to his car. I look around after he's left, not sure what to do with myself in an empty house. I lay Won-Shik down for a nap before going downstairs to make some lunch. I have pasta simmering on the stove when I hear a few creaks from somewhere in the house, followed by the sound of shattering windows. I turn the stove off frantically, running upstairs as quietly as I can manage.

I lock myself in the nursery, picking my son up carefully before entering Janice's room, which has a door that connects to the nursery. "Janice...try not to panic, but there's someone breaking into the house. I need you to take the baby, take good care of him." I whisper to a very frightened Janice. She nods, lifting Won-Shik out of my arms. I make sure to lock all of the windows and doors in her room before going back to the nursery, sliding a loaded pistol into my back pocket as I inch towards my bedroom. I finally make it inside, locking the door before pulling myself to hide underneath the bed. I lay on my stomach, one hand on the cool metal handle of the pistol. I try to steady my breathing as I hear more crashes from outside of the room. Warm tears begin to fall from my eyes as I realize that I will be very lucky to leave this situation at all. Let alone alive and breathing.

I cover my mouth with my free hand as the door to our room is barged into, three or four men flooding into the room, all wearing identical pairs of black combat boots. Next thing I know, I'm screaming as I feel a firm hand grab my foot and drag me out from under the bed. "No! Don't touch me! Let me go! Let go of me!" I scream while trying to hit or kick someone, trying to get them off of me. One of them kicks the inside of my knees, making me fall harshly onto the ground, kneeling as the two of them that dragged me out hold my arms back. Another man enters the room, his tongue clicking as I slowly look up from his feet. I am met with bleach blonde hair and the piercing blue eyes that I told myself I never wanted to see again.

Those eyes haunt me, showing themselves in my nightmares, watching every move I make, every breath I take feeling tighter than the one before it. I glare at the man standing in front of me, baring my teeth at him, my pink lipstick smeared over my lips. "Hello princess. Long time, no speak." Chan says smoothly before flicking his wrist towards the others, who I assume to be Stray Kids. "Go to hell." I reply with a growl. I see him take one last look towards me before a cloth covers my face, and I am knocked out.

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I wake up slowly, my vision blurry and my head pounding. I look around at my unfamiliar surroundings, the feeling of cold metal cutting into my skin. I'm kneeling on a cold metal floor, my left wrist handcuffed to a chain that is bolted to a wall next to me. My right wrist is also handcuffed and chained, bolted to the wall on my right side. I look down to see that these bastards have removed every piece of clothing off of my body except for my bra and underwear. A door squeaks open and slams shut in the distance, shuffles of feet flooding the room. I'm guessing my captors just entered the room. A hand grabs my chin firmly as I'm forced to meet Chan's chilling gaze. "Oh, my little pet's awake. How lovely." He purrs, running a thumb over my cheek. "I said go to hell, asshole." I reply, spitting at his feet. I raise my head just to be met with a harsh smack across my cheek, the skin turning red.

"You disrespect me again, you'll get a worser punishment. I came here to tell you the rules and what will be going on while you're here so you can prepare yourself. First of all, you disrespect me or the others and you will be severely punished. You must obey everything we say to you. You get fed once every day. There's a bathroom down the hall, ask one of us if you can go and we will unlock the door for you. You will have the chains off only when this door is locked. You are in for endless days of torture. We will torture you until we see it that you cannot live in these conditions anymore. Physical torture, mental torture, whatever we see fit. You are going to be fucked senseless by every one of us, except for the minors. This will happen twice every week, both days being the same person. You are here as our plaything, we are using you as our sex toy and there is nothing you can do about it. During sex, you must not cry, scream, moan, whimper, or whine. If you do, we will either decide to severely punish you or kill you altogether. Do you understand me?" Chan says, every word biting into me harder.

I don't respond, the words echoing off the walls and weighing on my shoulders as if the world is crashing onto me. Another slap on the cheek. "Do you understand?!" He yells. I nod multiple times, anger and despair fueling my veins. "I will see you later, then. Minho, she's all yours." Chan replies before leaving the room, the others following suit. Minho closes the door, turning towards me before beginning to remove his clothes. "We're going to have so much fun, princess." He murmurs before walking to me. He kneels, taking my face into his hands. "No response? Let's get started then." He says.

My undergarments are left on the floor in torn strips of fabric, Minho pounding his own body into mine as his hands form bruises on my thighs, silent tears flowing down my cheeks as I stare up at the ceiling. It hurts. All of it hurts. It hurts to be treated like a doll. Like something you can just throw away. He's been at this for two hours, releasing multiple times but never finding himself satisfied. He thrusts into me faster and rougher, releasing into me yet again. Minho finally pulls out, standing up and putting his clothes back on. He doesn't say a word to me as he leaves. After the door has been locked, I sit up, pulling my knees to my chest as the sobs begin to reveal themselves. I look like a mess. Hickies all over my neck and collarbone, bruises on my thighs and legs. My hair has been pulled and messed with. I sit there crying, wanting all of it to end. Sometimes I wish I were dead.