The Secretary

As Bleak As Wuthering Heights

Yoongi had a pretty good idea of what was coming. He wasn't locked in a room in yet another house with another creepy basement, he was taken upstairs to a bedroom, hands tied above his head to a metal bed frame, ankles tied together. Then he was given a shot. Of what he didn't know but it definitely made him sleepy and weak. He still felt the pain though, his ribs had been rebroken when he tried to escape on his way up here. He'd taken out two men but the sheer numbers subdued him.

He found surprisingly that he really just....didn't care anymore. He felt numb. He was tired of reacting, of jumping whenever she wanted his attention. He hated giving her whatever it was she wanted but....he was also just tired of this game.

As if on cue the door opened and he turned his head, trying to see through his blurry vision. He needn't have bothered, the chuckle that rang through the room told him everything he needed to know. He turned his head back, the energy to try and look was too much.

He heard her approach the bed and fought to keep his breathing steady as he felt her hand cradle his cheek. It felt repulsive but he fought to not flinch away. Let her take what she wanted, then maybe he could sleep.

Suddenly her hand was around his throat, choking him, forcing him to look her in the eyes. She was close enough for him to see the sadistic grin on her lips. He tried to gasp in a lungful of air and failed miserably, starting to see spots before his eyes.

When he thought he was on the edge of passing out she tossed his head back, making him wince. That hurt.

"Daddy's been a bad boy." Her sing-song voice contrasted sharply with her demeanour just a moment ago as she sat on the bed next to him and let her hand slide down his shirt. "Baby tried so hard to make Daddy happy but all he does is turn Baby away." He used to find that pout cute, now he wanted to throw up. She looked up at him, her voice changing to a serious one. This time when she ran her fingers down his shirt he felt her nails through the fabric. "I remember how you like it. Rough. I'll give you rough." She smiled again and he knew from looking in her eyes that she was just fucking crazy. "And when I'm done I'm going to go to her and teach her to never steal my things again." Yoongi jerked instinctively, eyes widened in horror. No, no, no, no....they'd gotten her? Jungkook, was Jungkook even alive? What about the kids?

Kristy laughed at the panic that crossed his face but there was no mirth in her voice.

"I guess you really did pick that bitch over me..."

"It's not like that..." He hated how he sounded. Pleading. But he couldn't let it happen again. He couldn't let someone innocent suffer because he'd dated a crazy bitch.

"Don't lie to me!" His cheek stung from where she smacked him. She bit her lip and suddenly a knife was being turned over in his vision. She ran it over her lips. "This man, he's new. But he gave me what I wanted so he can do whatever the hell he wants with your friends. I'm going to take you, like I've wanted to for years. And you're going to hate every minute of it." That sadistic grin again. "Then I'm going to kill her. And finally, when I'm certain you know there's no chance of escape and your new love is gone....I'll end your pain." She nicked the tip of his chin with the knife and he felt warm blood drip onto his shirt.

The knife was at his collar, cutting down, exposing him completely. He jerked on the cuffs keeping him attached to the bed, but it was no use. He was completely at her mercy. There was nothing he could do.

-

Jin was taken to a large room and tied to a chair in the middle of it. His head hurt from being slapped around after he'd dropped his weapons and he was sure he had a nice bruise near his knee from being kicked.

"Well, well, well. Kim Seokjin." It was dark, Jin squinted to see who was talking. He could vaguely see a figure standing a little ways away from him.

"Who are you?" He asked, gently testing his restraints. A light flicked on and he blinked as a single bulb swung above their heads. He'd never seen the man in front of him before. And based on the grin he was being given that was probably a good thing.

"I suppose it's time I tell you. It's been so hard to hide in the shadows while you walk around, acting like the king of the jungle. But my patience has paid off." Jin decided not to point out that he'd basically been in hiding the past couple of months, not out and about, but something told him being a smartass was a bad idea. "My name's Paul." Well....that was a rather unassuming name. Jin would've expected something more along the lines of Hearteater or Doctor Evil. The man was huge.

"Um....nice to meet you?" The man threw back his head and laughed.

"You put up a good fight Seokjin, but it's time to let the big dogs play now."

"And who are the big dogs?" The man shrugged.

"Men with an interest in your markets in Korea."

"Other...mafias?" The man nodded.

"From other countries. You have a good trade route here and it's honestly really impressive how minimal you've kept the bloodshed here."

"Till you came along." Jin couldn't help muttering.

"Yes. You see Seokjin, my employers like money." Don't we all, Jin thought. "They really like it. And Asia is a lucrative market. The problem is, of course...."

"Me."

"Yes. We all know the main trading routes are under your protection." Jin could see where this was going.

"So take Bangtan out and take it all for yourselves." The man nodded, seemingly pleased at how quickly Jin caught on.

"Why haven't we heard of you?" The man grinned again.

"I'm sure you have to be caught or put in a database for your contacts to know who we are. When you have the police in your pocket that's not a worry. We, for the most part, stay on the legal side of things. Our activities are very, very underground."

"But that's changing with Asia."

"Yes, of course." The man paused as a door opened and Jin heard a clicking and a clacking. A man he didn't recognize rolled a cart in and left. Jin gulped slightly as he saw the array of torture equipment laid out. Paul picked up a particularly evil looking device and turned it around in his hand casually. "It's very simple. You tell me everything I need to know about your routes and markets. I kill you quickly afterwards."

"No." Jin didn't care what the man did to him. He wasn't going to sell out all his allies and ruin the peace for his own skin.

"I thought you might say that." Jin heard the door open again and dread filled his heart as he heard someone struggling. A chair was placed in front of him and a moment later a struggling Jimin was brought into his line of vision and forcibly tied down. He was gagged but his eyes said everything Jin needed to know. Jimin was scared. They were never in positions like this. They had always been on top. But his eyes also said to not give in, no matter what. "So I thought I'd show you who your decision to be silent affects." The man gestured to Jimin who shook his head slightly at Jin. Don't give them what they want. No matter what they do.

That was one thing about all seven of them. They were in this together. They believed together. It was their cause, together. Maybe they were on the wrong side of the law, maybe it wasn't right to take your own justice. But they didn't take people out without a good reason, the people under them had been safe and thrived, and they had brought stability to their corner of the world.

But when you're successful all the other dogs want to eat you.

"I'll ask you again. Tell me about your routes." Jin took a deep breath and looked Paul in the eye.

"No."

"Very well."