PT5 : passion

"Did I ask for you to move?" The boy drawled,  his slated eyes glaring towards my form, as his teeth bared the slightest, Jeon mustn't be in a great mood.

We were in a lurid and dim room, the floors were perfectly intact, along with the walls, everything to couches and lights were just modern looking. Maybe it was just the group of demons watching me as Jungkook strapped me down into a leather chair that made me feel so...frightened.

I didn't think Jungkook's hands would be as soft as they were, or even soft at all. But I could feel as he mindlessly pulled tight against the restraints around my wrists and ankles.

I felt a little self conscious, who wouldn't? I was still wearing my school uniform from  yesterday morning, I probably didn't smell too good either, adding up to it, these crazies were all watching me!

Jungkook had finished tightening my restraints, and I had observed as he walked back towards his Hyungs, giving them a rapid glance before looking towards the dusty flooring.

"So..." Namjoon awkwardly tried to address, looking towards Marni then to Jin with a cautious look, eyes slating over in deep thought, he couldn't seem to think of any words.

"Oh god... Please go stand away, i'll do it." Marni sighed, pushing the blond back beside his brothers, Namjoon's cheeks turned a fare pink before he recomposed himself, and although I tried not to freak out, and was acting pretty collected right now.

Namjoon had pulled a long knife from his pocket, passing it to Marni.

"Ma-" I rapidly tried to stop whatever was in her head but I was cut off, were they going to kill me? I thought we were finding out who I belonged to?

"Shut up, Just let us do what we need to do." Taehyung groaned, impassively watching with clouded eyes as I struggled in my chair, how could I let them do this? 

I opened my mouth to protest, but no words left my lips after Marni had quietly patted my head and gave me a reassuring look as the room went tongue tied, no sound emitted anywhere but from Marni's red tinted lips.

"Now." She carefully hummed, hiding the knife gingerly behind her back to perhaps rural my nerves. "We need to collect blood, this is how it works. If anyone from these six men react badly to your blood, they're your master."

I raised a brow. "But don't you all like blood? I mean...You guys are Demons."

Namjoon finally spoke again, he was nonchalant and calm as he crouched beside Marni and held out a glass vase. "That's the thing, This test is probably the most unassailable and most effortless test we can use on you. It's a fact whoever you belong to can't have your blood, its heard to be to odious for them to handle."

"So... that means one will-" 

"Have to suffer drinking disgusting blood? You are correct." Namjoon sighed, before placing the glass vase beside my arm, looking over to Marni with a wired and set facade. 

"On the count of three?" I asked hopefully, despite the fact Marni was too interested in grazing my arm, probably finding the veins, she nonetheless nodded, not even looking up or giving a distinct reaction to my words.

"Okay- AHH."

I tightly sealed my crystal eyes from being able to see anything, and hoping it would at least dimmer the pain, feeling the metallic weapon on and now in my skin made me want to whimper in pain or scream, I'd rather not hope for the latter.

I was trying to hook onto a voice, listen to it so it could distract me from thinking about the blade.

"Push deeper. We need more blood."  

I presume that to be Hoseok, During the breakfast we had together he had downed at least two blood filled wine bottles on his own. 

"It's enough. Do we want her to die?"

"I do."  

Now that voice, why was I comfortable with it, why was I hooking onto it to calm me down? They even just told me that they wanted me dead? 

In a second, the agony across my arm dismissed. I could finally open my eyes, I could steady my breathing and I could turn bucolic.

A hand grazed over my cheek in a calming manner, before patting my head. 

"Are you okay?" Her voice soothed me, and I unknowingly mitigated. "I'm sorry if I was too quick on you. The boys can get out of control if we don't work fast enough."

I sighed, lazily closing my eyes when Marni started to untie the bounds to the chair, I then reopened my eyes to answer, but they were now too interested in Taehyungs deep glare, which unconsciously gave me goose bumps.

"I've been better."

Marni then let me sit in the chair and watch as Namjoon handed out the glass of blood, he then gave off a serious look, especially towards Hoseok "Don't take more then a mouth full." He ordered, by all means they needed enough for all six of them.

I watched with clouded, yet curious and slightly anxious eyes.  I felt tears well in my orbs, either from anger or happiness because Hoseok wasn't the one. Yes, Hoseok is one of the brightest and most amusing out of all of them.

But by far the most ghoulish.

Hoseoks eyes widened while sipping the cup, and Namjoon had to pull hard against his restraints to get the rest of the blood off of him. Namjoon had successfully did so, before passing it onto Jin.

I watched as Jin lazily drunk from the cup, before watching as Hoseok smirked like a screw loose, wiping the access blood off his lips.

It was deliberate torture, watching as it then was passed to Jimin, who seemed to adore the taste of my blood, and again was snatched from his hands, as Namjoon sipped on it before he was quick to pass it on.

No one disliked it yet.

"That makes two left." Jin murmured, the rest of the men along with Marni and I watched intensely as Taehyung took a sip from the vase, along with Jungkook.

One of their faces morphed into distaste and abhorrence, dropping the vase of blood, smashing the glass as crimson had spread across the dusted flooring.

"Oh shit."

A/N - Who did you think it was? why?