Jimin P.O.V

It wasn't unusual that I'd take the bus of 22:17. It was the ride that could get me back home from my full time job the quickest. The bus would always be half full, only a few business men and random students in them.

However, that evening was an unusual one. I was alone at the stop, waiting for my bus to arrive, when a van stopped in front of me. I watched as the door slammed open, making me jump slightly.

"Get in!" A woman yelled from inside. I raised my eyebrows is surprise and declined as politely as I could, saying I was waiting for my bus.

"I wasn't asking" the woman showed something in her arms, it was a baby, with a knife against it's small throat, it was crying.

My eyes widened, shooting a look at the demanding woman before growing slightly angry.

"This is a horrible prank you know" I shook my head. But when I saw the knife being pressed against the baby's cheek, drawing blood, I knew it wasn't a prank at all. The little child cried harder, clearly scared of its surroundings.

"Whoa whoa stop! What the fuck!" I took a step closer, my eyes unwaveringly on the child.

"I said, get the fuck in!" The woman yelled. I nodded hastily and stepped inside, anything to make the woman stop hurting the innocent child. Even if it might hurt me.

"Close the door" The lady said, and I followed her orders, closing the door behind me, my backpack left forgotten at the bus stop.

The engine roared to a start and it left with haste, making me fall back in the seat and the woman nick the baby's skin with the knife.

"Watch out!" I yelled at her. The cut was near the child's eye, I was worried about its safety.

"Shut up" she placed the baby besides her carelessly, making me pick it up quickly and support its small head with my hands.

"Do you not know how to take care of a child? You're a woman" I frowned at her.

"I said shut the fuck up!" She pointed the blade at me. I nodded and tried to calm the baby down, rocking it to stop it's crying.

The woman said something to the driver in a low tone, probably to make sure I couldn't hear her.

We continued to drive, nearing the edge of town. It made me nervous, because I had so bravely stepped in, but what of they were using the baby to lure me in and kill me as well? The small bundle of innocence was more important though, I concluded.

It wasn't long before the van drove into an abandoned looking motel, the pink paint wearing off the walls and neon signs flickering or not working at all. I gulped, rocking the baby a bit quicker to hide my own nervous tendencies. Like biting my lips, my was leg shaking, and I was flexing my fingers nonstop.

The van had stopped but the driver wasn't moving, neither was the woman. I could taste blood, my lips raw from biting them too hard.

"Give me the child" I shook my head hesitantly head to the woman's demand. "I would listen if you want that thing to be safe"

The driver suddenly got out, a man, but I couldn't see more due to the hoodie and sunglasses he was wearing. I was anxious to what would happen next, the unknown man out of sight.

I once again eyed her suspiciously but carefully handed the to her. The woman smirked at me and when the door behind me opened I realised I was right to give it to her, or the child would've been hurt.

The unknown man, now surfaced behind me, pulled me out of the car, covering my mouth with a cloth, not chloroformed, I was quick to take notice of.

I tried to struggle against the larger male, but to no avail, the other was deficient stronger and bigger than I am.

I could see the woman's sinister smile, the baby placed on the backseat without any protection as the woman also got out, slamming the doors closed and cutting off my sight of the child.

I was dragged backwards, through an open door, which was closed and locked as soon as all three of us were inside.

I was placed on a chair, only weakly struggling. The man had cut off my airways, and my lungs were aching in lack of oxygen, my muscles tired already.

The cloth was taken off my nose and stuffed in my mouth. I couldn't make a sound, but I could finally breathe. After that it was only in a matter of seconds before I was sloppily tied to the chair with thin ropes. They cut in my wrists and ankles uncomfortably.

I whimpered quietly, afraid of what would happen to me now, I couldn't move or shout, I could only watch as the woman handed the knife to her counterpart, letting him drag the knife loosely over my thigh. It's light pressure made me shiver in fear. That pressure soon got harder until it cut though my jeans and made a thin line over the length of my thigh, not jet cutting in the skin.

I heard the woman groan and realised what was happening. The strangers before me were sadists, enjoying my panic and soon probably also my pain. I could only shake my head mutely in disbelief. They were sick.

I tried to struggle against the rope, managing to loose them before slipping one if my small hands out. Guess they were good for something after all.

Suddenly the knife came to a stop, and I glanced down to see it was taken away from the surface of my leg, not looking fearfully at their faces anymore. I watched as the couple(a not so rough guess I made) walked to the bed and suddenly they started making out, I looked away in disgust. They had obviously not done this before, the kidnapping I mean.

There were too many faults and risks they were taking, not paying attention in the high of the moment, too caught up in something I could only think of as arousal.

But I didn't wait another second to mull over their dumb mistakes before untying his other hand reaching for the pocketknife in my back pocket. I only remembered it after feeling the uncomfortableness when sitting on the hard chair. The couple was too busy making out to notice as I ungagged himself, trying to subtly pull out the cloth without making too obvious movements

I cut my legs loose and wasted no time in unlocking the door and running out, as quickly as I could. I slammed the door behind me, knowing they had already seen me and were soon to be chasing me. I was about to run out to the street when I remembered something.

I went to get the baby.