hostage (jjk+kth)

Chapter Fifty Eight

Another filler- you get to see what's happening and things are starting to speed up.

Btw this will have physical torture in it- not like rape.

Jungkook Focus

I woke up cold and sore. The room -cell- I was in was small and like a damp cave with a door. My shoulder stung from three days before when I was beaten after my call with Taehyung. I promised him I would find a way out of this place. I think I lied. I thought, my confidence of escaping, slowly draining away,  leaving me even colder and without hope. Yeah might not escape.

The door to the cell slammed open. A very distressed leader barged in with a glare, red face, and a vein popping out of his forehead. I smirked at him and tilted my head up. "Having trouble?" I asked with a cocky tone. The leader slapped me. "Don't you fucking dare. You will tell me exactly where you are hiding him or I will kill you."

I snickered. "That loses the point, dumbass. You still need me. But I guess, if you want to kill someone so badly, then just do it. Clearly I'm not going to tell you where I hid him, and you don't need me for anything e-"

Another slap across the face. Ouch. I thought, as the sting travelled through my nerves and made my fingers twitch. Oh how badly I wanted to punch the shit out of this man. I couldn't, though. I had to keep my cool for the sake of Taehyung. The only reason I wasn't dead and Taehyung wasn't back here at the Tiger gang was because I told the leader that I sent him to a secret place. A safe house Where he would never be found.

It was hysterical how long it was taking Eun-Ho to figure out that I was lying. Or maybe I was going crazy. I had no idea if I would ever leave or what the leader was going to do next. I might as well go insane at some point. I thought.

"You know what?" Eun-Ho said, an evil glint in his eye. "We'll just have to do this the hard way." I rolled my eyes. Surely he was going to tor- "We'll just torture it out of you." He said. Called it. "There's nothing you can do to make me spill." I said.

"Oh secrets aren't the only thing you'll be spilling. We'll make sure you'll lose a lot of blood on the way."

I rolled my eyes again, trying not to let him see how much that scared me. What were they going to do?

I went back to not wanting to know the answer to that when I was moved to another cell and hung up by chains pulling my arms up by either side of the room. I couldn't move my feet either. They were bound by chains as well. I was terrified. Couldn't hide how my face paled.

For Taehyung. At least he isn't here living his worst nightmare over again. I thought. That was my only encouragement throughout the day, although it was fading fast. I hoped he would move on. I knew I was never going to get out of this place.

"What an amount of trouble you go only to receive someone you want to fuck," I said, cringing at my words. They made me want to punch Eun-Ho even more. "Don't you have others? Just kill me."

"Oh I have... reasons. Reasons not to kill you. It would be just sick for you to die at my hands," Eun-Ho said. I frowned in confusion, of course not receiving an explanation. "But we can do much more," He said. He turned and exited the room. I let out a sigh of relief only to be met with the door opening again and the leader walking in with someone else wheeling a table into the room.

On the mini table was... of course. Torture tools. Most of them looked like fancy toothbrushes that the devil himself would use. A painful array of spiked sticks, mysterious syringes filled with who knows what, and a large assortment of knives, big and small.