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Blood Eagle (BTS)

BTS

lots of violence, don't read if sensitive

really graphic, please don't read if you can't take it

contains blood, murder, torture, you know

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It was the same life, day in, day out. Bound by shackles and chains, every single day in Jin's life was the exact same. It was the only life he had ever known, ever since he had been dragged from his house two years earlier.

He was forced to work at a work camp. At precisely 5 in the morning, Jin was woken up and taken to his work site where he toiled for the rest of the day. His lunch and dinner consisted of two pieces of mouldy bread. It wasn't enough for Jin, and he often fainted from the lack of nutrition.

The whole place wasn't enough.

His back hurt from having to sleep on a wooden shelf every night, his hands had large blisters on them due to holding his shovel all day, Jin had truly forgotten what it was like to be pain-free. He missed a lot hete. Most nights he didn't get any sleep because his aching body kept him awake, and the next morning he was too exhausted to work. But he made sure to never skip work, oh no, because if he did, bad things were going to come his way. He had seen some people refuse to go to work, and they had been taken away; Jin never saw them again. He lived in a inescapable world of fear. Often, he tried to look for the exit, but either there was none or Jin was too disoriented to look properly. He was terrified.

Some mornings, a guard would come in and inspect his work. If they weren't satisfied, he would be hauled away. It had happened to Jin once. After being forced to take his shirt off and receive more than a dozen whips on his bare back, he made himself a promise. He was going to work his ass off at work everyday. If he got whipped often, he knew, he wasn't going to survive.

And yet, Jin had also learned what it was like to be truly grateful for something. Every day he wasn't selected to be tortured and killed in a "secret way" was one more day that he could live. When the large toiling bell rang at the end of the day, signalling the end of work, Jin's relief could almost overwhelm him. Though he knew pretty much nobody here at this camp (he knew a boy named Yoongi but he had been killed a few weeks after they met), Jin somehow felt okay. He kept his hope up that one day, one beautiful bright day, he would be freed. He would get to go back to his little house in the corner plot, back to listening to his neighbour Jungkook suck fruit flies up with his vaccume and his university professor, Namjoon, talk about his dreary love life.

One day.

But Jin didn't know whether that day was ever going to take place or whether it was going to be trapped in his imagination forever.

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"Stand up straight!"

Jin stood up straight as he could. He swallowed his fear as much as was possible. They were selecting people to kill today. He had passed all the previous trials, but would he be failed today?

He cast his gaze downwards as the clicking of the guard's heels started again from the end of the line. They came closer and closer... and stopped right in front of him.

"This one. Step forward."

Jin didn't move. He hoped that someone else was being talked to, not him. Selflessness didn't last long in this environment, it was the survival of the fittest.

"Move!"

A rough gloved hand landed on his shoulder and he was pulled forward. The gloves had little studs in them, Jin could feel them ripping his skin apart. He gritted his teeth.