(Y/n pov)
* Three weeks, it's been three weeks since I've been in the torture room. Ever since I tried to escape and get caught by one of Suga's men, he locked me here and tortured me. Every single night, he comes and hurts me. He only let Sookyo in the room to clean my wounds and give me clothes to wear and food to eat. I'm skinner than I was back then and paler than Suga now. I'm sitting on the chair, my hands were tied on my back with a rope. Head hanging low, I'm hungry, so hungry. I'm also so thirsty. Licking my chapped lips trying to wet it. I raise my head, looking at the door that still hasn't opened yet this morning. Wiggling my hands by any chance, it loosened a bit from all the nights I'd tried to tag and wiggle it, but all I received was a burning sensation around my wrist. I groan, hanging my head low again in the air. I felt something dripping from my hands to my fingers; maybe it was my blood. The door makes a creak sound, looking up. I saw Sookyo having food in her hand that was placed on a tray; it had more food than usual. She also has a plastic bag hanging on her hand that contains my clothes. She looks up at me when she finally closes the door; I weakly smile at her, mouthing a "hello". She rushes to my side, placing the tray on the floor. *
Sookyo: I'm so sorry, Y/n, Lisa, and Jennie had been ordering me to do things. I'm so sorry.
Y/n: I-it's oka- *cough.*
* My throat feels so dry... Fuck you Yoongi, for fucking real... *
Sookyo: Here, drink this; you must be thirsty.
* Sookyo grab the glass full of water from the tray, moving it closer to my lips making me drink it carefully. I start to drink it, and some water drips to my chin. After I finish drinking it halfway, she wipes my mouth and then feeds me the food. I munch it fast, then swallow it before opening my mouth again and asking for more food. *
Sookyo: Munch it slower, dear; you might choke. *Said worriedly, Y/n nod.*
She starts to eat slowly until she finally finishes it; she drinks the water then Sookyo goes out, grabbing a bowl with water on it and a towel, followed by a first aid kit.
* Why did no one help her??? Where's the other maid??? At least help Sookyo carry it... *
She started to wipe the dirt from my skin carefully, dipping my wound slightly. She grabbed the first aid but stopped when I said;
Y/n: You don't need to treat my wounds anymore ajumma. Suga will hurt me again anyway, why still treat it???
Sookyo: *sigh.* I don't want you to get an infection...
Y/n: But...
Sookyo: No buts, I will treat your wounds as long as I'm alive in this world and as long as I'm by your side, I will continuously treat your wounds.
* All I can do is sigh and let her be, she starts to change my clothes. For those three weeks, I still felt embarrassed and shy to change my clothes. But then, she walked to my back and loosened the tie around my hand, and I heard her sob. I start to panic a little. *
Y/n: What are you doing? No, Why are you crying?!
Sookyo: I-I should've done this ever since you got locked here; I'm so sorry, Y/n. You have to suffer so much... *Cry.* you-... You were like my own child that I've never had before... I can't bear you getting hurt anymore...!!! *Sob.*
Y/n: Don't cry-
Jennie: YOU PEASANT!!! WHERE ARE YOU!!! COME HERE NOW, SOOKYO, BEFORE I RIP YOUR HEAD OFF YOUR BODY!!! *shout from the living room.*
Y/n: Go, ajumma...
Sookyo: B-but... You need to get out of here!!!
Y/n: I can... I will, I promise...
Sookyo rushes to grab something from her pocket, then brings it in front of your face; it's a key...
Sookyo: I'll leave, but here is the key; it's the key from the inside of this room so you can escape whenever you want, but please, escape as soon as possible... Okay??? I can't see you suffering anymore... Hmmm??? *You nod.*
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