(⚠️⚠️MATURE THEMES AHEAD ⚠️⚠️)

Jackson stood outside the hut, days had morphed into more and yet they were waiting for the perfect time to attack. He hadn't received anything else from Jin or Suho for the matter and he whilst he was anxious about the lack of communication and mental trauma he was grateful to not have to look at her how damaged she had become. It was something that now haunted Him every time he made attempts to close his eyes, yet with the chief position being passed into his hands, his responsibilities grew within minutes. He had everyone one on high alert across army divisions and he had sent in a few spies within their base to start to backfire their plans and they had managed to sink a few already. Yet as he dished out orders he couldn't help but think. Irene had done this single handily. She had fought and sunk each and every plan on her own and here he was still trying to grasp the ropes of the power he had. But everything had gone according to his plan, he had successfully infiltrated the boys without them knowing. He had parasites amongst them and more importantly he had eyes on his wife, she wasn't far away now, just a few more days and she would be back home with them all. He had used their game against them, and now it was time to sit back and watch as it burned them. Jackson turned to the girls who stood out on the forefront of the army complex their eyes solemn and his own eyes closed imagining her, the thoughts running in his mind; she stood dressed in her white wedding dress whilst running into his arms. He looked up at the sky light, the  cerulean sky bleeding out hues of pink and purple. "Hold on for me Babygirl." He whispered.

Irene pulled her knees up to her chest. She didn't know the time of day and she had no real way of telling. There were no windows for natural sunlight or even a clock to display the time. She was being kept like an animal on a leash. Yet she took the time to recuperate. She knew her body needed it and so she let herself sleep, she could feel the sickening bile in her throat and she struggled to swallow the nauseating feeling that plagued her body. She heard the door open, a plate of food, thrown in her direction. She looked down at the simple meal, grateful that It was something reasonably edible. She waited until she was locked back into her confinement before wolfing down the contents on the plastic plate. Yet her tummy rumbled louder. She was still hungry yet she knew this was their line of torture: starvation. She had done the maths, and if her calculation was correct then this would be her first meal in five days. The torture was yet to begin, she knew better. They were waiting to inflict more pain on her and with the small whispers she had heard from outside her door, it was to begin today. Her mind wondered back to her husband, her eyes displaying his image in front of her mind, an apparition she was praying was real. "I need you." She whispered into existence, her heart believing he would come. Her mind, her fragile mind, already set to her default. A mode that Suho had switched her to when he had uttered his cruel words. She brought herself closer for warmth, her body shivering with the lack of heating.

Hours, Irene had guessed had gone past until the door was flown open and she knew this was the start. Suho looked at her Jin coming in and sitting down on a chair, as others followed, her eyes meeting that of her fathers brother, and she looked down, her confidence faltering. She mentally slapped herself, 'Stay strong Irene. For jack.' She told herself, her eyes sauntering back up to meet the three beasts of her life. The fear masked and head held high. She received a sharp slap from her uncle to the side of her face, her head thrown to the side as Suho dragged her fatigued form over to the bed. "Anyia (No)." She called out of desperation. "Suho stop!" She called again, she was forced onto the bed, a guard coming in and tying her hands with rope, yet she still tried to fight. Ignoring the rope burns that had already started to pain her skin, she pushed her legs into his chest. He gripped a rag, tying her mouth up to suppress the screams he would be responsible for and in seconds he had ripped her clothes to shreds, his touch assaulting her now bare body. She was still begging for help, and over the screams of torment she could hear Jin and her uncle laughing out in satisfaction. He was rough with his movements and she had incoherently been begging for Jackson, over and over again. She called him, and no avail. He wasn't coming, Suho left her used body, turning to Jin who smirked down at Irene, coming to continue the acts his brother had started. And now the tears she had greatly tried to restrict flew from her lotus like eyes. She was whimpering and begging for them to stop. She fought against the restraints but she could do nothing but let them have her. They ignored her pleas for mercy taking satisfaction out of her disheveled and weak form. It was becoming more and more painful and when they had finally had their fill, they left her, bleeding and bruised from their administrations, "Blame your husband for that Irene. He messed with our plans and killed our finest men. What better way then to teach him a lesson then through his wife right?" Begun Jin. Yet Suho remained quite. He called his maid, "clothe her." He said. As Jin looked at him. "Now what's the point brother, we will be ripping it to shreds soon enough." Suho glared at him. "We need to start work. You've had your fun." Jin rolled his eyes walking out with Suho waiting for her uncle. She smelt him. He was approaching her and her whole body tensed. He stroked her face and Irene turned her face away. He laughed bitterly, Suho holding the door open for him as he passed. The door shutting loudly behind them.

The restraints were undone, and her hands were marked with rope burnings across them. She was cleaned, the water burning her insides as she winced at the pain of her lower region. Her body was clothed and once again she was left in waiting, the door locked as she slumped against herself. "Jack." She called out. "Please." She begged. "I need you." She finished. Her tears slipping down like an untamed waterfall, her body shaking with her sobs that ripped violently at her throat. She kept calling his name like a silent pray. A pray that would save her from this hell and yet she became frustrated at the pray that was left unanswered.

Hours must have turned into more days, Suho and Jin each having their share of fun with her body, yet they had their fill and decided to play the old game that Suho and her uncle were fond of playing. Russian Roulette. Expect the bullets ended grazing her goddess like skin, piercing her flesh until she passed out cold from the torture. She could hear the cackles of happiness, they had crippled her to a state that left her numb, she no longer fought against them, she no longer protested. She sat and she endured every inch of their inhuman acts against the purest angel to set foot on earth. Gods finest warrior stood defenceless, with no more will to fight. Jin walked up to her, placing pressure against her wounds. "Where's that husband you kept begging for? Did me and Suho knock his name out of your system?" He jeered, watching in satisfaction as the angels eyes remained broken, her body no longer showing recognition to his words. He laughed as he threw her back into the room that was good enough to be called home at this point.  And she sat for what she assumed another four hours staring at the blank wall in front of her.

"He's not coming." She finally said to herself. And this time she believed it.

TBC

Authors note:
Hey guys. The torture will soon be over, I know it's cruel, just one more chapter and the climax will have been reached. I hope your still enjoying this story, if not I'm sorry. Please do comment your thoughts I'd be interested in hearing what you have to say. Lots of love and best wishes. Stay safe x