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The light blinds me. I shield my eyes with my cuffed hands while forced onto my knees quickly. I feel the hard ground around me and the chilly air blows right through me, freezing my bones.

I don't know what chills me most. The deadliness of this situation or the fact the air is freezing itself. Either way, it's not helping the rapid thoughts that slip into my mind.

On his knees standing tall and proud beside me is Jungkook. My eyes are focused solely on him, but his are far away. He stares at the cops and the men dressed in SWAT uniforms. I catch his eyes drifting to the large guns and gear on their persons.

His jaw is clenched and his fists are, too. He looks like he could tackle any one of them at any given second. The rage in his eyes is enough to send a wild lion running with fear. Those beautiful, yet dangerous, piercing eyes of his have always been so captivating to me.

I want to reach out and hold his hand, but soon enough, the commanding voice from a man unknown to me shouts for our hands to remain in our laps, our lips closed tightly, and our eyes focused on him alone.

More than anything I want to stand up and tell him this isn't right. The way these people act like they are above the law to do and act however they please.

These men, camouflaged in black uniforms, shield their identities from us, except for the cops, who stare at us with sinister smiles it could bring sickness to anyone's gut.

I want to leave. I would rather take my chances in a courtroom than here with this large group of men who stand over us with such a large ego I can practically smell the way they think that they have control over us. As if we're nothing but rag dolls who bend to their every command.

"All of you are here because of your crimes against this city. Most of you, if not all, have actively participated in some form of violent actions that do include terrorist activity." The man in the center says briefly, taking a clipboard from one of the cops next to him.

"We have all of your identifying information in our records, and we will make sure each of you are correctly tried for your crimes. As of this moment, you will be held in a private prison far from the city—"

"Just let us go! You've done more than enough now. Our crew is practically gone, so let us go, and we'll tell any others we come across to drop our old goals, okay?" One of the guys, who I remember to be the one disgusted with Taehyung about getting supplies for feminine products, steps up proudly.

He slowly stands on his own two feet, careful not to cause alarm.

"Sir, there are only twelve of us here. We're not dangerous at all. Let us go, and I promise to find a way to repay you—"

"If I let you go, you'll have to pay not only me, but every man standing guard here. That kind of money would add up quickly to half a million if not more. I don't take those kinds of risks unless I know for certain I'm getting something out of it." The man says back, addressing his plea while another man comes up behind the guy and shoves him back down on his knees again.

"I am the sheriff, and I have been tasked with making sure I collect every one of you viruses—as the mayor has said. You will be locked up for approximately seven months before all of you will be dealt with together. Some of your hate crimes will be worse than others, and some of you will have less time than some of your pals here," he pauses, handing the clipboard back to the same cop.

"This little game is over. All of you will be sent directly to your new home. You will be given one cellmate, men and women will be separated, no phone calls or visitations are allowed, and maybe, if your behavior is good after a few weeks, I'll see about letting some of you interact with one another." The sheriff admits in a nasty tone.

"Don't take my offer as one of kindness because I will gladly shoot any of you who try something funny with me. If you work with me to make my prison peaceful, then I'll work with you to make sure your time there isn't as bad as I can most certainly make it be. I have the power to erase any one of you from off the earth as if you never existed. So don't try to be smart—don't try to escape because it will end badly." The sheriff's eyes darken to one of pure coldness.

I can see the grey inch out of the top of his hair and the way he's upholding a dominant posture in the way he appears. He's older, but I can already tell he'll make sure to be as hateful as he can be.

"Now that you've met me, you'll be escorted to our private prison. This prison is out of city limits, but for certain cases like yours, the state made an exception with the prison being two hours away. Everyone will be handed new clothing and will be thoroughly searched upon arrival, and there will be no bullshit when we arrive. I have strict orders to do whatever the hell I please if anyone steps out of line, so be thinking about that on your ride there."

"Separate the women and men and place them into the appropriate vehicles. I don't have time to waste. I'm heading back to prepare the prison, so make sure nothing goes wrong." The sheriff adds to the men surrounding us and then walks off to a black truck.

When he starts driving away, the men around us start grabbing us up one by one and shoving us into different vehicles. As they tear us away from the group of people, I'm caught off guard by Jungkook's hands suddenly grabbing mine.

"Vee," he says low enough for me to hear. "Be careful," then he comes closer and places a deep kiss on my lips before I'm suddenly tugged up and shoved in the direction of another vehicle.

I turn back and watch two men yank Jungkook up to his feet and push him in the opposite direction. The whole time the men lead us away from each other, we turn back and watch one another.

We keep our eyes locked onto one another until we're forced inside two different vehicles and the door slams behind us.

I hear the faint sounds of crying from inside the women's vehicle, and although I have no idea what to expect when we get there, I feel like crying, too.

However, I don't. I think of Jungkook and how worried he must be. I think of him and force my tears and depressing thoughts away. I only think of him in the darkness of this vehicle, and I pretend he's somewhere in the darkness with me.

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