MERCENARY 3: Descent into Madness |BTS JIMIN FF|

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'This is it?'

'It is indeed. That one.' He pointed towards a third house in the row

Yoongi and I sat in silence of the car, hidden beneath the trees and darkness of the quiet night. It was eerily quiet if I'm honest. Not a single person out on the street. Not even an animal. Nothing.

'This is where you found me? Under the house?'

'This entire street, everything under us, it's all a massive base. It stretches throughout the entire street. It took us almost 10 minutes to go through the halls down under. Never seen anything like it.'

I tried to imagine what it was like. Despite being in there for so long, I never knew what it looked like apart from the room I was in and the bit of hallway in front of me. I never got out, at least not conscious. When I was out, I was deep in my sleep. I barely even saw anyone apart from Ren, Yu Min, and guards who'd bring me food and water.

I flinched a little in shock when Yoongi's hand gripped my own, bringing me out of my zone-out. He never really took my hand like this, but it seems this is as needed for him as it is for me. I smiled a little and threaded my fingers through his, comforting him like he did me. He may not have zoned out, but I know he feels the same. Or similar. He was taken just like me.

'What was it like for you? What did they do to you?' I never asked, too into my own nightmares to remember that there are more of us having them

He swallowed harshly, his hand tightening around mine. 'Not... fun.' He took a deep breath, then spoke again, a fearful, pain-ridden tone coming out of him. 'The night they took me, they beat the living shit out of me. Ren, of course. He used me as his punching bag, broke a few ribs, and hung me up to dry for days. I woke up some time later in a completely different place. It was a random garage of sorts. There were cars and shit there, but it must have been somewhere remote where no one could hear a thing because, let me tell you, I screamed like I never had before.'

Another gulp and he continued. 'He used the tools for melting off the paint from the cars on my back. He didn't even need anything. He didn't ask a thing. He simply tortured me because he could. He said he always wondered if I could actually scream. And scream I did. I didn't mind the bones breaking, the slashes and lashes. Fuck it, I'd rather have a cock up my ass than that brenner thing. He melted my skin in slow, thick lines. The pain...' He shuddered at the memory, and all I could do was squeeze his hand tighter, and share a bit of my pain in hopes he finds some solace

'Afrter what he's done to me, I would have rather taken the burns. The way he... touched me... I can still feel him.' I grit my teeth at the memories that I'll never lose. 'He kept me locked up in a room and kept me drugged up, then took his turn on me whenever he felt like it.'

'They kept me locked up as well. In a dog cage. For weeks.' He added to my words, his own laced with understanding

'A dog cage?'

'A dog cage. Metal cage. He gave me over to whoever, and they kept a dog lash around my neck with my name on it.' He clenched his jaw. 'They fed me dog food in a dog bowl. Forced me to eat that shit then made me walk around on all 4 like I'm an actual dog. When I refused, they lashed the shit out of me with some leather whip, but it honetly felt like metal chains. Ripped my back open all over. I look like I've been grated.'

'When I couldn't anymore, when I was too weak, they shoved me in a cage and left me there, covered me in the darkness and left me to die quietly. I have no idea how long I've been there. I kept going in and out. If Jimin didn't find me, I would have withered away. Literally. Every time I look in the mirror, I wish he did leave me. I never minded scars, learned to even like them, but the way I look now...'