Little Peach *Completed*

Chapter 26

Master's POV

As I stand over her, my blood boiling at her disrespect towards me, I hear her start to whimper. However, the longer I listen, the more the whimpers sound like laughter. She's fucking laughing...

"What the fuck are you laughing for?" I snap.

"You! I'm laughing at you, you fucking moron!" She laughs clutching at her sides.

"What the fuck did you just call me?" If it was even possible, I am now even angrier, she clearly has a death wish today.

"I called you a fucking moron." She looks straight at me, a smug smile on her lips.

That did it, that pushes me over the edge. I lunge for her, my hand quickly and firmly circling her throat. Call me a fucking moron? Try now!

I squeeze tightly, my other hand reaching to join the first as I place myself over her pinning her to the floor. "Sorry slut, I don't think I heard you, could you try that again?" I smirk, my voice cold and emotionless.

I continue the pressure, her face turning a deep red as her eyes widen. I cock my head and pout at her in fake sympathy, her hands failing to pull mine away before losing strength as I cut off the oxygen to her body. "Be a good girl and go to sleep, I think you need a nap." I tease as I watch her eyes slowly close, her arms falling back to her sides. Someone has forgotten their place...

Yoongi's POV

"Ya listen to me! I don't care how much it costs, money isn't an issue, but it needs to be done today!" I say forcefully to the person on the other side of the phone.

"To get it done today I'm going to need more people working on it, so that's going to cost extra."

"You're not quite getting the urgency Soobin! If you're not going to take this seriously, I will go elsewhere!" I snap, knowing full well he can't miss out on the money.

"Fine! I'll call the others and get on it. Wire me 20k in the next half hour or it's off." He says hurriedly before hanging up.

"Namjoon, 20k to Soobin in the next 30 minutes." I instruct slipping my phone back into my pocket.

"I'll move some things around in the accounts." Namjoon mumbles as he walks out of the room heading towards the study.

"Now we just have to wait." I sigh flopping down onto the sofa next to Tae.

I've never seen him like this, it's hard to see. We're all obviously upset and pissed off, we all cared for her, but I think he cares in a different way.

"We'll get her back Tae, you'll see her again." I say softly, my hand giving his shoulder a squeeze as he stares blankly into space.

I just hope she's ok...

Grace's POV

I open my eyes, wincing as I turn my head to see where I am, instantly remembering the last thing that happened. My hands go to move to my throat, but they're stopped by something holding them in place. I tug against the restraints feeling the cold bite of metal digging into my wrists as I do. Handcuffs...

"Are you ready to be Master's good little slut again? Or have you forgotten how to behave?" Comes his disgusting voice from the doorway.

"I'm not scared of you." I spit, my confidence still unwavering. I'm tired of being a victim.

"Is that so? I can remind you how scary I can be if that would help, unless of course you'd like to change your mind and just do as you're fucking told." His voice was cocky, but by the end you could hear it shake with fury. He's not in control here, I am, and he doesn't like it.

"I'm good, thanks." I snap, not backing down.

"Wrong answer!" He growls, stepping furiously towards me and grabbing my face forcing me to look at him.

As I'm forced to stare into his vile eyes, I think of the seven men who had welcomed me into their lives, accepting all parts of me without question. They cared for me when I couldn't care for myself, and now I will suffer through whatever punishment he comes up with to keep them safe. Without realising, I'm smiling. The thoughts of them driving me to maintain my composure as his face seethes with rage mere inches from mine.

"Oh Grace, I'm going to enjoy breaking you again." He whispers into my ear, my body involuntarily shuddering at his words. I'll go through it for them...

Taehyung's POV

I'm jolted back to reality when Yoongi's phone rings from next to me. My aching heart pounding in anticipation, hoping it's the call we've all been waiting for.

"Yes?...How much more?...Fine." Yoongi snaps,  ending the call.

"What is it, what did they say?" Hobi asks desperately.

"Jimin, go a let Namjoon know he needs to send another 10k now." Yoongi says firmly, his hands tightening into fists.

Jimin hurriedly walks to the study, as the rest of us sit staring at Yoongi waiting for an explanation.

"Apparently he's a hard fucker to find, so they need to pull more people in to help." He says rolling his eyes.

"How much longer? She could be..." I start, stopping myself not wanting to say it.

"She's not. Not that the alternative is much better, but there's still hope, we can still get her back." Jungkook says with a degree of optimism. I'm glad some of us aren't just thinking the worst has happened.

The more I think about how I'm wallowing, the more I start to get pissed off. Snap the fuck out of it Taehyung! She went to keep you safe, all of you safe, and you're sat here crying like she's gone for good. Get your shit together!

I shake my head, sitting up suddenly, eyes falling to me in confusion about my sudden burst of energy.

"You're right, we can get her back, but we need a plan." I say with determination.

Grace, hang in there...