Are You Calling Me A Sinner? {BTSxReader}

27. Super Spy

tw; (kinda)rape/non-con and torture

"I'm going to ask you one more time, where is it?"

"Where's what, you stupid bitch, I have no idea what you're talking about!" You blanch, your head whipped to the left as you're slapped.

"You know what I'm talking about. Where the fuck is it?" Again you're slapped, this time slapped on your left cheek. Muffled cries come from the men you love as they continue to torture you, the treatment only getting worse.

"Fine. Don't. Bring the bucket in."

You stay silent, your cheeks burning from the abuse. You know what's about to happen.

"Maybe this'll help you remember." The braid bitch covers your face with a large towel, and then there's the sound of footsteps walking into the room, the sound of sloshing right next to it.

"Oh fuck, please don't!" You beg, trying to shake the cloth off your face.

In all honesty, you don't truly know what she's talking about. Like, you have a feeling it might be about Marshall, but then again, it might be about Bangtan.

"You don't even know who I am, why-" you're cut off when ice cold water is thrown on your face, causing you to gag and gurgle on the substance that leaks through the towel. "Please- Stop-" you choke our, trying to breathe, but only sucking in more water in the process.

"Let's hear what your boyfriends have to say, huh?" You can't say anything, just shake your head in opposition.

"Please! Let her go! Do what you want to us, just leave Y/N alone!" You hear a voice cry out, sounding to be on the verge of tears.

Finally, you swallow down anything that was drowning you and try to take a deep breath, just coughing after. "Ji-Jimin! I'm okay-" a coughing fit interrupts your words, "-okay, it's okay, I'm fine. It'll all be okay!" Again, more water is dumped out on you, this time a slow pour, elongating the amount of time you have to hold your breath.

"Y/N, this time I'm only going to ask once. Where is he hiding?"

"Who?! I'll tell you anything!" You cry, wanting to comfort a crying Jimin, who still has his gag off.

"Marshall."

Your heart stops. Everything goes silent. You're presented with a crossroad. Tell whoever wants to know and be free, which will also let the guys know that you've been working with their enemy, or betray the man you have a signed contract with, who you've become friends with. He's in the Bahamas, hiding from someone again. And so, you choose.

"I have no idea who you're talking about."

"Wrong answer, Y/N, sorry," you can hear the smile in her voice. She's enjoying this.

You hear shuffling, and then zapping. Zapping. "N-No! Please! I'm telling the truth."

"Please don't do this! Torture any of us! But not her!"

They let Yoongi speak now, Jimin crying out in agreement.

"Shut the fuck up, you two," you spit, knowing what's about to happen. All seven of your boyfriends are shocked into silence. "I love you all. Give me all you got, bitch..."

     It's a car battery. It's set on your lap, and then it happens. The jumper cable clamps are pressed to your temples. It hurts. Hurts so bad that you don't even know a good word for it, but the pain is agony. Your body stiffens then jolts at the electricity running through your body. Quickly, the metal is taken away, but the cloth stays on your face. You sputter and pant, laughing like a maniac. "That all you got?"