SOPE

Turtle

Warning: this chapter has got swearing in it so if you aren't comfortable with that then I'm sorry. This may also be a sensitive topic for some people and features adult subjects like child abuse.
OK, on to the chapter....

I grabbed Hoseok's hand out of habit before lifting myself up off the floor. We headed back through the dungeon but not towards the foyer, instead we were heading towards the last place I wanted to be: the torture chamber. It was the same place I had been whipped and beaten as a child. Both Namjoon and Hoseok were confused but I was silently panicking as a single tear ran down my cheek. I felt Hoseok's arm wrap around my shoulder but he didn't ask me questions, he knew better than that. Namjoon also noticed and put his hand on my back, rubbing it soothingly. I was glad that I wasn't alone but I was scared for them; for what my parents would do to them if they didn't get there way. "Please, whatever you do be careful. They will hurt you if they feel the need to. I don't want you to lose anything because of them but I would rather that than have you get hurt." several other tears followed the first as Hoseok and Joon silently nodded.
We were shoved into the room as all three of us fell to our knees. I looked up with tears of anger and hate welling up; my parents both had a grin smirk in their faces as the dragged me away from the others to another room. "We are so happy to see you Yoongi!" My mother said through a fake smile as she leaned in to hug me. I stepped away from them, "Cut the shit what do you want from me and my friends!?" I demanded. Their expressions changed instantly and this time, my dad talked. "Don't speak to your mother like that or we'll hurt your precious friends." He mocked. I was about to answer back when I heard a torturous scream. "Hoseok!" I desperately yelled. I was about to run but the iron door was locked and my parents grabbed me by my arms and pinned me onto a testing table. The cold metal sting my back as the ripped of my shirt and attached illegal testing equipment to me I could feel to dried blood on the table too. My dried blood. Memories came flooding back to me, but not the good kind, the ones of me as a 9 year being whipped, my scream filling the room like a toxic gas. Memories of chemicals being forced into me to see whether I would live or not. Sometimes, I remember wishing that I would die from them so that I wouldn't feel that pain anymore.
I could still hear Hoseok and Namjoon's screaming and sometimes my own. This lasted for hours until my parents left me to suffer. They'd taken me down and given me a small slice of mouldy bread and dirty water but that was it. Soon after The other's scream stopped as well. I grabbed my top and used it to stopped the bleeding, I didn't put it on, instead I wrapped it around my chest and stumbled towards the door. I remembered the code to open it, of course I did, it was the one thing I needed to escape this shit hole. I was starting to feel dizzy and my eyes kept closing on me. No. I couldn't let myself pass out when one of my best friends was in the other room with my boyfriend. I smashed the buttons and tumbled into the room. "Yoongi!" Hoseok and Namjoon yelled just before I fell unconscious onto the stone cold ground.