**** depictions of {minor?} torture in this chapter. Skip if violence will make you uncomfortable! Picture of flowers as a divider, you should be safe to read from then on ****

"I'm giving you one last chance. Tell me where the base is."

I collected the saliva in my mouth, staring into his eyes, as he rested his hands on the chair so that he was leaning over me. I waited until my mouth was full, and then I spat it in his face.

I smirked at him, or, I tried to at least, but the swollen cheek made it pretty difficult. The blood and spit dripped down his cheek, and he was frozen. He looked furious; perfect.

"Bitch! Tell me, cause I've got all day, and the fun hasn't even started yet."

I snorted; this was most definitely fun, my bruised ribs and split lip was certainly the cause of too much fun.

The cut above my eye was proving to be most irritating - the blood was slipping out of the wound, and mixing with my eyelashes, some making its way into my eye. Still, I kept my head high; I had to be strong.

He raised his hand as if to smack me. Even if I hadn't been tied to the chair by my hands, waist and feet, I still wouldn't have flinched.

I wasn't scared of him, even if he did prove to be very liberal with his torture methods.

"One last time, Sin, tell me where they sleep."

"You know, B-Free, when you say one last time, every time, it just takes away from the intimidation of the phrase."

He scowled at me, and I grinned at him, delighting in the fact that he was more unraveled than I was, even though I was the one in the chair receiving the hits.

"Oh, I'm not intimidating? Really? Well, then, by all means, let me bring out the big guns."

I didn't want to be scared, and I wasn't worried about losing my cool, but that didn't mean I was exactly looking forward to this less than enjoyable event.

I tried not to move my hands, as I was sure that he had pulled at least 3 of my fingers out of their sockets. But it was getting to be hard to stay still, as he was taking steps towards me, a rat cradled in his hands.

I had always liked rats.

I didn't, however, like them when I couldn't move. I knew what this was. Some rats liked the scent of blood. Plenty of murderers had used rats to clean up their messes after the murder.

I wasn't too keen on getting up close and personal with this rat, not like this.

I tried to keep up the careless facade, but my heart was racing as he dropped the rat in my lap. It sat up, sniffing me before crawling up my arm.

It's nails scraped my sore skin, it's rough tail rubbing against my hands. This was most definitely not fun.

I had gone through something of an initiation in order to get to the higher ranks of Bangtan, and that did involve torture. But then, the boys held back, not wanting to hurt me. B-Free had no problem with drawing my blood, and it wasn't something I was very happy about. Especially with a rat on me now.

It turned around, sniffing the cuts on my hands. I couldn't see, but I could tell well enough that it bit me when I felt the pinch of it's teeth latching onto my skin.

I held in the yelp, trying to turn my fear into rage, and I let out a yell, scaring the rat so much it fell off of me.

"That's no way to treat my friend." B-Free glared at me as he put the rat back in it's cage.

Thank God.

This torture was more than I had expected, but still, I wouldn't give up the location.

"Look, I've told you I don't know, they kept my head covered with a bag whenever I got close, and if I had, you definitely would have extracted it from me by now, so please, give it up. I won't be much use to the Double Dragon with any more damage. I can hardly see, and I can't move my waist, I think you've proven your point, you're obviously the Dragon's chief torturer. Let it rest now?"

I couldn't keep the demeaning tone out of my voice, and B-Free, idiotic as he was, actually caught on.

"What, you're not impressed?"

He almost sounded offended.

I leaned my head forward, pulling against my waist constraints.

"You want to know how to really torture information out of someone? Watch Jimin and Jungkook for an hour. They'll do more damage in that time than you have this whole day."

My lips pulling into a snarl tore at my split lip, but I didn't care; it hurt either way.

B-Free laughed as if he didn't take it seriously, but his eyes were on fire.

"Jimin and Jungkook, torturing? Ha, you're full of shit. They're just pretty boys, they wouldn't lift a finger."

I wanted to smack the smirk off of his face; nobody would talk about my boys like that, especially not in front of me.

"Yeah, they wouldn't, because there wouldn't be a finger to lift once they're done with you."

Every word slipped out of my lips with force, rushing out like a tsunami.

He looked at me, clearly doubtful, and he raised what I assumed to be a clench to break my finger, but a knock on the door interrupted him.

He rolled his eyes and pointed to me.

"This isn't over sweetheart, try not to miss me too much."

"Oh, I guess I'll just have to try my best."

I pretended to pout until he left, and then I let out a quick exhale of pained relief.

Spitting out as much blood from my mouth as I could, I turned to see the other people that seemed to have spent the whole time watching me.

"I feel kind of violated to have you seeing all of that. As you can tell, B-Free and I are very close."

I heard snickers, and I tried to focus on the direction that they were in. With my one good eye I managed to see 2 young men, tied to chairs, just like me.

"Well, I've never seen anyone take torture quite like that."

I smirked at the red haired boy, as the white haired man began pulling at the ties.

I chuckled, shifting my hand until I could feel the hidden scalpel against my fingers.

Stupid B-Free used so many instruments, he didn't keep track of them. It was almost too easy to grab the scalpel from his hands as he stabbed it into my hand.

I bent my hand, holding the scalpel so it could rub against the ropes on my hand.

Once I freed my hand, I cut the rest of the ropes, and soon I was standing, shaky but confident.

I walked over to the boys, playing with the scalpel in my hands as I stared at them.

"Why are you guys here?"

The white haired boy looked away, but the red haired boy grinned at me. They were both handsome, even with the blood on their faces.

"Well, apparently the Double Dragon doesn't like people stealing from them. Who would've guessed?"

I snorted, quickly cutting them free.

"I like you guys, keep causing trouble, won't you?"

They paused at the window, looking at me like I was crazy.

"You're not seriously staying here?"

I grinned, shrugging.

"It's all part of the plan. Trust me, I'll be fine." I winked at them and they shook their heads, clearly thinking this was a suicide mission, before they jumped out the window and ran away.

I put the scalpel in my pocket before heading for the door, pulling it open and walking out confidently.