TWISTED 2| Sequel| MYG| 18+

12.

"Fuck you," I screamed in pain as I was thrown on the cold hard floor. "Gladly." Suga kneeled down in one leg and leaned towards me as I backed up. He had that twisted smirk on his face that I wanted to slap off so badly but right now I was too exhausted to even argue. He leaned further and I turned my head to my left secretly praying he wouldn't do anything. As if God heard me, he leaned further only to open a cabinet behind me. I turned around to see that it was empty and the only content inside was on Suga's hand right now. Rope. He took both of my hands and started tieing.

"I've had enough for the day Suga please." I started struggling out of his grasp to which he only tusked and gripped my hands tightly. "Stop Suga!" I said a bit louder and he roared. "You do not tell me what to do." My patience was running thin.

Okay, I get it, he wanted to punish me. But is one punishment not enough for a day? I saw his crouch right above my left knee. And without further due, I hit him hard right where the sun doesn't shine. His hands reflexed and he grabbed his little friend as he cursed loudly. His face twisted in pain. I took this chance to break through the lightly wrapped rope around my hands and took off running towards the door. I knew, I couldn't make it and when I would get caught I would be as good as a dead deer but which protagonist doesn't make stupid decisions?

"Hana, get back right now."

The room was itself a maze, a lot of shelves made of metal were all around the room with different cartons of different sizes placed over them. The room had only a few lights on, and some of them were covered by the shelves, so they were practically useless. I could hear Suga warning me but all I did was keep running.

"Hana, you are making it hard for your own self." His voice had an edge to it. I kept going. Only a few shelves were left before I would reach the door but suddenly I felt someone push me from my right. This caught me off guard and I couldn't keep my balance. I landed on the ground and quickly turned around. Who the fuck was hiding in the dark because I swear to God there was no one when Suga took me here and no one entered after that.

"Such a naughty kitten you are." Jhope's face appeared from the dark and my blood boiled. Why him out of all the people in this house?

"You fucking drug addict." I spat and started backing up, my hands frantically searching for some kind of thing to throw at him. He reached forward and grabbed my injured ankle, dragging me towards him.

"Not that ank- Fuck!" I screamed in pain as Jhope twisted my ankle painfully. "Hyung pass!" He turned to Suga and Suga threw the rope towards him. With one swift motion, Jhope turned me around keeping me firmly underneath him as he sat over my legs.

"If your history would have been clear of Suga, I swear I would gladly fuck this beautiful body." He pulled both my hands at the back and started tieing them, a bit too harshly. I kept kicking my left leg as my right one felt like it's broken.

"Jhope, limits." Suga's voice was calm but heavy with anger. "Sorry sorry." Jhope apologized suddenly. He got off me as soon as he was done. "Done, nice and secure."

"Leave." His one word was enough for Jhope to rush out of the room. His gaze never left my body as I laid there breathing heavily. "That was not a nice move, Hana."

"I know." I looked away, ashamed. I legit thought, I grew smarter but I guess, all I learned was how to curse. I don't curse usually, mostly because I'm always with Minjoon. Even when I was with Eunwoo, I used insulting names not swear words. I guess my words are the only way I can get my anger out on BTS, that is why I'm cursing a lot in front of them.

He reached out and grabbed my ankle, examining it closely. He turned it a bit and I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from making any sound.

I am strong.