BTS Kidnapped!

BTS KIDNAPPED! Part Fifty-Three by Sandra & Kaelyn

[TRIGGER WARNING....Non-Con. Do not go further if you are triggered by this content.]

FLASHBACK

Christmas morning Jimin woke to the smell of breakfast and hot cocoa. Sitting up and wiping the sleep from his eyes he noticed a small box sitting on his bedside table, his name written in Sven's perfect scrawl.

Taking a deep breath Jimin slowly reached out and grabbed the box, holding it for a moment before opening it to reveal a silver bracelet. Yet another piece of jewelry to tie him to the monster he had captivated. Another chain binding him to the hellish life he now found himself living. His first instinct was to hurl the bracelet across the room and scream out against the cage he had willingly placed himself in.

Jimin's whole body slumped in tired defeat as he gazed down at the jewelry in the palm of his hand. Sven's rage at finding his gift so carelessly thrown away would no doubt lead to a great deal of pain for Jimin and punishment for his hyungs. Playing the part of Sven's loving jewel was the only thing standing between them and certain death but Jimin wasn't sure how much longer he could go on before he lost all parts of his soul and became the very thing that Sven wanted...a mindless doll.

Slipping the bracelet on Jimin stood and looked around before mechanically eating breakfast, drinking the cocoa, going to the bathroom, and washing for the day. By the time he came out his stylists were waiting for him and as he sat there being pampered he wondered what level of hell he would be subjected to today.

Just as soon as he was finished Sven waltzed in, a predatory grin on his face as his eyes raked over his prize.

"Jimin-ah," he breathed. "Look at how exquisite you are. And I see you found your present."

Jimin looked at Sven through the mirror, putting a soft smile on his face as he nodded, his stomach souring in the man's presence.

"Yes, Chagiyah," he said softly. "Thank you."

"Does my jewel like it?" Sven asked. "I know it isn't as extravagant as you are used to but...it is the highest quality platinum and as you can imagine, it cost a great deal of money..."

"I love it, Chagiyah," Jimin replied. "Just as I love you..."

"Good..." Sven smirked. "I am glad."

Jimin turned around in his chair to look at the man, something telling him Sven wanted more than to just ogle at him. The look in the Russian's eyes had searing fear running through Jimin's body. Was this the moment that haunted his nightmares each and every night? Sven had sworn to Jimin that he would not fully take his body until they were back in Russia and had courted and won Jimin's heart entirely; but so many promises from this monster had come to naught due to his whims. Had the destruction of Park Jimin's body and soul come at last?

"Did you need something? Chagiyah?" he asked, trying to sound innocent instead of repulsed.

"I was hoping you would have a gift for me," Sven said, sounding innocent himself.

It made Jimin's stomach drop.

"P-present?" he asked in confusion. "Chagiyah... I..." How was he supposed to have gotten the man a present when he was kept captive twenty-four hours a day?

"I want only your attention," Sven said, stepping closer. "But perhaps it is time for attention of another kind," he said as he wrapped his arms around the smaller man's waist and pulled him roughly into his embrace.