Dancing With The Devil

ego.

Fey Mansion - 16 years ago

He chased me. I ran and ran, hoping to reach home base in time which was the lonely leafless tree at the corner of the yard. Sehun clung onto the tree, too scared to leave home base. Jaehyun stood along the patio with a pool noodle, ready to whack Taemin if he got just a step too close. Taemin was 'it', tagging anyone he was fast enough to outrun. If tagged, you'd be tickled until you couldn't handle it anymore, until you called out to stop.

Inside the house and down a few steps, a man was being tortured ruthlessly for his wrongdoings by my father. He could cry for mercy all he wants, but he won't be getting any. He could cry for help as loud as he wants but it, unfortunately, won't be heard by anyone.

Bangtan's POV

"What is he doing?!" Jungkook yelled as we were all listening in through her mic.

"He's forcing himself on her" Yoongi said with no emotion as if he didn't care at all.

"What do we do?" Taehyung said into the walkie talkie to the other boys in the van.

"Nothing," Namjoon responded back, his voice almost defeated. "We can't do anything"

"What?! Why not?" Jungkook asked, snatching the walkie talkie from Taehyung's hand.

"That's Kwon property. We wouldn't make it past the front doors without getting shot" Hobi responded.

"She can take care of herself," Yoongi said.

Emrie's POV

He threw me onto my back on the bed, leaning over and kissing me. I tried prying him off but he was running on nothing but adrenaline and alcohol, leaving me helpless. He picked me up again and pinned me against the wall hard, kissing my neck and trying to rip off my dress. The nightstand shook and a picture frame hit the ground from the impact of my body.

"Stop moving babe. I told you I'd take care of you!" He said, kissing my neck roughly. I managed to shove him off me and he stumbled back onto the bed. He then got up and pushed me again. This time, instead of hitting the wall behind me, it was into a door leading to the bathroom.

Without anything to keep my balance, he pushed me down onto the shower floor, my head hitting the tile. He aggressively continued kissing me and holding my arms to the ground, taking full advantage. "We can do this in the shower too babe. All you gotta do is ask" he said as he's sucked my neck. Ugh no, thank you.

I couldn't breathe, as if he was choking me even though he wasn't. My heart raced and I wanted nothing more than for someone to save me, but sadly I knew no one was coming. No one ever does. In the game of mercy, when one kid cries out, the other listens and the pain stops. I wish it were that easy now.

It's not a game anymore, and we're not kids. I can cry mercy all I want, but nobody's listening. It's just me, screaming into a void. Jiyong was like my father and I had become the unfortunate soul that was vulnerable to suffering. Mercy wasn't going to get me anywhere.

The only thing I was able to reach was the temperature control valve and maybe turning on cold water would make him react slightly and I can get a chance to fight back because right now I was pinned down and completely vulnerable. I reached to turn on the lever, causing the showerhead to shoot out cold water. He tensed up at the sudden feeling of water on his back and I used this to my advantage and kicked him in the balls.