BTS Kidnapped

Part Seventy-Six

Mathan lay on his cot, not able to find comfort in the softness of the bed in his room, forcing himself to take something for all of his aches and pains. He had already suffered through Sven's doctor checking him out, giving him the salves and antibiotics he would need to treat the deep burn he now sported on his chest just above his barely beating heart. Mathan could feel the burn all the way to his spine and he worried how far back this would push the escape plan he refused to abandon.

He worried that his health was failing him faster than he could afford - faster than any of them could.

Mathan had laughed in the face of the monsters here, had not once flinched when they wished him to hell, hadn't spoken into existence the knowledge he had that this injury could very well be the end of him. But he knew the truth and didn't really know what he thought about it.

For the first few hours Mathan's vision had been blurry and he couldn't breathe - had sworn he was going to be smothered to death the way his lungs seized from the pain of injury and disease. He ached. He couldn't get enough air into his lungs. He was feeling the truth of his condition and it hurt. He had prayed to a God he didn't believe in to heal him long enough to set these men free.

If there really was a God, some mystical figure watching over everyone deigning to exact punishment or pleasure, there would be a firing squad waiting to free him of the misery his body held him in when all was said and done.

'...less than six months...'

'...we will try to keep you comfortable...'

'...there is nothing more we can do unless you have the surgery...'

Mathan took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He didn't have time for a steady decline.

Couldn't spare himself any sympathy for the fate he had incurred.

He needed to be whole... now.

And there was more. Mathan was troubled by all of the visitors he had received.

Sven had just stood by the door, smiling at him, Jimin not with him this time.

The sadistic fuck of a doctor had 'tsk'ed at him the entire time he examined Mathan. But it was the smile the doctor sent him as he bowed and said 'thank you' that caused every danger instinct in Mathan to flare to life.

Carl walked in a few hours after the doctor left, adding salt to the wound.

"I have to congratulate you on remaining so calm, all things considered," Carl said, a smug smirk gracing his features.

Trying to shut out the man by laying an arm over his eyes, Mathan pretended that he hadn't heard his uncle speak.

Carl went on, knowing that the pain he was about to inflict would be just as damaging as the burn eating a hole through Mathan's chest. It made him positively giddy.

"You should have heard him. The doctor wouldn't shut up about his evening with the beautiful Jin. He kept going on about how wonderful a lover Jin was; what a gorgeous body he had; how romantic their time together had been. I mean, I guess I can understand it. He does have a nice ass... and to be the first to feel it? Ahh, that must have been a treat that old man never expected to have-"

Mathan was off the bed and Carl was flat on the floor in a matter of seconds.

With his breath wheezing out of his burning chest, Mathan was at the steel door of BTS' cell in less than a minute. Pushing the door open, he walked in. His body registered what was going on before his mind did - who was there and not there, the body language, the pall over the room. By the time his conscious mind caught up, he was already fighting back the urge to throw himself on the floor.