Sleep With Me | KNJ x Reader

Ch 32 | Zip Ties

⚠️Warning⚠️
This chapter contains and/ or mentions the following:
Blood, violence, assault, SA, death

Viewer discretion is advised

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Y/N's POV:

An icy sensation floods over your body, ripping you back into consciousness. You groan as the wound on your head begins to throb, shooting needles through your skull. You slowly open your eyes, blinking a few times before realizing you can't see much out of your right eye; there's too much blood pooling into it.

"Wake up you stupid slut," you hear from a few feet in front of you. You shiver as you feel another bucket of water splash over your body.

You sluggishly start to sit up but are tugged back as you feel a tight squeeze on your wrists behind your back, keeping you in the chair you're sitting on. Your wrists are restrained against the back of the chair with zip ties, while your ankles are strapped to the legs. The restraints are so tight they've already begun cutting into your skin, making you whimper in pain.

As your vision slowly starts to clear up, you look around to get your bearings. You seem to be in a large, empty space surrounded by concrete walls. There are three figures standing before you in the direction the voice had come from.

You don't recognize the two bulky males clothed in all black, but you do recognize the grimy bitch in the middle.

"Hae-Ran," you grit, trying to ignore the pounding in your head.

She's also dressed in all black, wearing a black hoodie and black joggers with a beanie on top of her blonde head. The two men next to her are dressed in simple black t-shirts tucked into black jeans. They've got to be at least be 6 feet tall, and have more muscles on them than Namjoon and Jungkook combined. They also have beanies on, the only difference between the two being a scar that runs over one of their cheeks.

"Good morning, sunshine," she grins, taking a few steps closer to you. She gets within a few inches of you to grip your chin, yanking your face up to look at her.

"I just don't get it," she frowns, pushing her lips out in a pout. "Why did he pick an ugly whore like you?"

You try to speak but she releases her grip from your chin to wrap her hand around your throat, making you yelp as she slams you back against the chair. You momentarily forget about the ache in your head as she begins to crush your windpipe, smirking down at you while tears form in your eyes.

"Don't speak unless I give you permission," she seethes. "You got that?"

You lightly nod your head as much as her grip allows, knowing you're going to have to follow her orders if you want to survive. She releases her grip on your throat and your lungs beg for air as you lean forward, coughing violently.

You slowly sit up in your chair as you catch your breath, Hae-Ran still smirking down at you. Looking to the hand that wasn't around your neck, all the blood drains from your face as you see the daunting knife she clutches in her left fist.

"Oh, this?" she grins, holding it in front of her chest like it's a shiny toy. "Don't worry, you and this little guy will get to know each other well."

Your scream echoes off the walls as she takes the blade to slice a thin cut across your right thigh, blood immediately oozing from the wound and dripping down the sides of your leg. The sound of her laughter fills what you've realized is an empty parking garage that she's brought you to.

"Okay," she giggles, almost sounding innocent. "That was fun. You can speak now."

You stare at her for a moment, trying to gather your words. Your mind is in overdrive, your adrenaline coursing through your body making it hard to think.