You heard crashes come from a smaller house on the edge of the city, yet nowhere near your home or the forest. The door was left open.

You stood there, the urge to just walk finally ceasing.

You looked up the overgrown path. Yells and whimpers coming from inside.

Inside. Go.

A voice inside of your head coaxed you into the house, slowly and softly. Taking tips from when Jimin tiptoed up behind Jungkook to scare him.

You followed the sound of the smashing and crashing, the sounds of pain and aggression.

Your body took you there of it's own accord, almost like you couldn't control your own body.

When you got there you froze, you were hidden from sights, but you could see everything.

"What was it that I told you?" The woman yelled raising the fly swat.

"Never disobey my Mistress." He spoke quietly, his eyes down on the floor. A small wound under his eye was bleeding, and his lips seemed completely busted.

He was in pain.

"And what did you do?" Her arm was shaking, she was filled with pure anger. "Do I have to punish you harder?! What did you do?!" She was practically screaming at him at this point and your feet moved beneath you.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you neared the duo. The stinging sensation ripped through the left side of your face, a loud cry of pain leaving your lips.

"What? Who are you? How did you get in here?" The woman snarled. "Is this your toy is it Yoongi? To pleasure yourself with when I'm not here?"

"I will not let you treat a hybrid in such horrible ways again, they're still human." You spoke, your voice wavering as you did so.

You were in pain, but he was worse off.

You were scared.

But if you left him here he could die.

"What are you going to do about it?" She laughed bitterly.

"I'll-" you didn't know what you were going to do about it.

"Just leave." The pained voice from behind you spoke quietly. "You'll make matters worse. Please leave."

You looked around and realised that this woman was worse off. It smelt like sex, and you could see the alcohol bottles around the room you were in.

"I'll pay you." You spoke without thinking. "I'll buy him off you." The word tasted foul in your mouth, buying a human.

"You can't pay what he's worth." She laughed. "He's a rare one and he's my toy, aren't you Yoongi?"

He kept silent.

"How much is he 'worth' then?" You had to swallow back the thought of vomiting at the words.

"At least ten thousand." She smirked.

"I'll pay you triple that." Conveniently your cheque book was in this coat. "Thirty thousand."

She watched with wide eyes as you pulled out the book.

"Do you have a pen?" Your voice broke the stunned silence.

"Y-Yes here you go." She stuttered handing a pen to you.

"Please stop. You don't have to do this for me." Yoongi, the injured hybrid behind you, spoke softly. He sounded weak, broken almost,

You signed the paper and handed it to her.

"If you go to the bank tomorrow morning when it opens again, you'll be able to have the money straight in your account." You spoke standing shakily, your left eye had swollen slightly.

That bitch.

"Yoongi isn't it?" You turned to the injured hybrid on the floor. "You're coming home with me."