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

Chapter 16💖

(I put a pink heart because this chapter is a little softer)

Again and again, day after day was the same damn thing. Not broken. But numb. It was notable, the fewer screams and cries she let out. The more stoned, expressionless face she gave as she was abused in ways no one would or should be used in. Of course after they left, she showed emotion. But it was a small amount now. Her thoughts were "If I can make them bored...I can get out. They'll think I've broke." Of course, maybe she was completely wrong. It was a stretch, but one she was fully devoted to now. When they came in, she did not move. She did not make a sound. She did not flinch. The sound of the hard metal door slamming against the wall was a sound she had gotten accustomed to. Not in a good way of course. She stared at them, soulless...dead eyes. "Princess, princess, princess...why so dull? Where are those screams?" He smacked her. Hard. In just a few moments, it left a mark. She didn't make a peep. No change in emotion. Now this Hyun-Jae...this Hyun-Jae was dangerous.

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I feel disgusting. I haven't showered in days. The space between my legs aches from all the rough sexual contact. I have multiple bruises on my legs and arms, cuts on my face, scars and gashes on my back. My cell smells like sweat and dried blood. Salt mixed with iron. Not a good combination. They finally unchained me from the walls. My wrists are bruised and marked from being handcuffed for so long. I've been trying to bore them. No emotion has been shown from me for the past few days. The more they play with me, the more I ache to get out. But that despair only makes me work harder for my freedom, staring dead into their eyes while they terrorize me, not showing any pain on my face. Not one bit of it. I haven't eaten either. They haven't fed me in days. I'm starving.

I mentally roll my eyes as the metal door slams shut, boots shuffling toward me. But...only one pair. I don't know who it could be. I've forgotten who they all are, their names jumbled in my brain and their faces blurred when I try to picture them. "Hyun-Jae?" A deep but soft voice lulls me out of my own head as the boy puts his hand on my cheek. "Hyun-Jae, can you hear me?" He asks again. A subtle nod. "Good. It's Felix." He replies. I open my eyes, meeting them with a pair of soft brown eyes that have freckles sprinkled underneath them like stars. I swat his hand away, backing up into a corner of the room as reality comes into focus. "Don't touch me." I bark at him.

"Hyun-Jae, I need to do this and I need to do it quickly. My hyungs will be back in an hour, and you need a bath along with some first aid for your wounds. The bathtub is already filled up with warm water." Felix says softly. I look at him in confusion, staring him up and down. "W-Why are you helping me?" I ask, my voice cracking as a tear slips down my cheek. "Because nobody should be treated like this. Even though I'm working with Chan doesn't mean that I agree with his decisions." He replies before walking closer. My body relaxes as he swiftly but carefully picks me up and starts walking out of the room.

Felix opens the door and looks around before taking me into the bathroom, locking the door behind us. He sets me carefully into the tub, then rolling up his sleeves and sitting on the edge. "I've seen the things he does to you...and believe me when I say I've seen worse." He starts as he grabs a bottle of shampoo. He pours some into his hand and weaves it through my hair, massaging my scalp before rinsing my hair out.

"It's not right for anyone to be put through this. And you are a very brave woman, but I know you can still feel everything. I can hear you sobbing in the middle of the night. I know you don't sleep. My room is right next to yours." Felix goes on, putting conditioner in my hair and then rinsing it out. I sit quietly, listening to him talk and enjoying the care he's giving me. "Holy fuck...he messed you up...it's really bad." He says before running a washcloth soaked in body wash over the scars on my back. He does it softly, making sure not to hurt me.

He helps me wash the rest of my body before rinsing me off and helping me out of the tub. Felix carefully dries me off with a towel, then setting me on the countertop. "I-If you don't like what he's doing...then why are you still working with him?" I finally speak. His eyes go wide and then soften, focusing on the ointment he's spreading on my wounds.

"I don't really have a choice...the hyungs have been raising me since I was 17...they're like brothers to me. And if I left, Chan would probably hunt and kill me." He responds with a small chuckle.

But I know he isn't joking.

I've seen how ruthless Chan really is. I wouldn't be surprised if he killed one of his own members. "I just want you to know...that I don't see you as an object. You are not someone's property. I see you as a woman. A human being." Felix says. I nod as a thank you, my eyes facing the floor. He puts dabs of ointment on some cuts on my face before putting the tube down. "There. All done. I will take you back to your room now. Seungmin will bring you some warm clean clothes, Jeongin will bring you some food, and then I will be back in there with you." He tells me before I get off the counter.

I walk back to my cell, Felix following before closing the door as I sit and wait for the others. Soon enough, there's a small knock before who I assume to be Seungmin brings in a pile of clean clothes. I nod to him before he leaves, Jeongin bringing in a tray of food right after him. They both leave abruptly, shutting the door to leave me alone again. I stare down at the clothes and food, hoping that Felix will walk right back in to help me before I go completely insane. Sure enough, he comes back and locks the door behind him. We don't speak to each other as he helps me get dressed.

I slip on my own undergarments myself before he helps slip an oversized hoodie over my head, tugging it down and lifting my hair out of it. "Is it warm enough?" He asks. I nod, playing with the strings as I shuffle my feet back and forth awkwardly. He sits down on the floor and pats his lap, beckoning me toward him. I sit in his lap, pulling the tray of food towards me and munching on the slice of bread slowly. "I can't believe they're starving you as well. I thought they would be feeding you at least once a day, but they didn't stick to their promises." Felix says as he brushes through my wet hair. I move on to the soup, eating quietly as the warm broth coats the back of my throat when I swallow. "Thank you, Felix." I mumble, leaning back into his warmth.

"Of course. They've put you through enough suffering already." He replies. I finish my food, pushing the empty tray away before flinging my legs over his other thigh and burying my face in his chest. "You must be exhausted. Go ahead and sleep. You need the rest, and I'll be right here if you need me." He whispers, combing my hair softly as I begin to drift off. I appreciate him helping me, but I need to get out of here as soon as possible. I feel like something very bad is going to happen very soon.