**** Warning, this chapter will contain torture. It will be more descriptive than previous chapters, and I implore you to avoid this chapter if any sort of violence or pain will cause you discomfort. ****

So maybe I wasn't as prepared as I had hoped.

Nothing could have prepared me for this; not Bangtan's training, not my willpower, not even my high pain tolerance.

God, it was anything but enjoyable.

Still, I did my best to act as if nothing was wrong.

I couldn't let my act break now, not after how hard I had worked to perfect it.

This wasn't over, far from it.

"You know they say-" It was diffucult to speak, as I was hissing between gritted teeth, resisting the screams clawing at my throat as B-Free was giving me slow, precise, small cuts with a knife.

He had started with my hand, moving up my arms, down my chest, carelessly tearing at the fabric of my shirt. He spent time on my stomach, leaving very deliberately placed cuts all across my skin.

The fact that it was so ongoing made any consolation impossible. I'd rather have been stabbed repeatedly, because the small cuts may have hurt less in the initial pain, but it was a constant sting as he made his way back down my other arm, slicing the tender skin between my knuckles. It was neverending, and that made it so much worse.

I could feel the blood soaking into my shirt, dripping down to pool at my lap, where my legs had been cramped for hours, unable to so much as shift my position.

My tailbone was throbbing in pain, and my elbows dug into the rough arms of the chair, as I tried to move my arms away from his seething knife.

Somehow the blood managed to pour out in amounts that must have been a record, continuous and agonizing. I wondered how I was even still conscious at this point, there was so much blood.

Satisfied with his work, B-Free moved on to my legs, continuing the slow, agonizing process of miniscule cuts down my thighs. It was as if he was drawing out an elaborate design, perhaps making a connect-the-dots form on my skin.

I didn't appreciate his artistic vision.

My skin was trembling, my lip quivering, as I did my best to stare back into B-Free's cold gaze.

He probably couldn't even tell where I was looking at this point, as my eyes were less than slits, the angry skin swollen and burning.

"The use of a knife suggests that you have a desperate need for control."

He plunged the knife into my leg at my words, the blade completely disappearing into my tense flesh.

I couldn't make out his face through the hazy blur that had diminished my vision.

"Are you feeling out of control?" This last part was whispered between clenched teeth, and tears pricked my eyes.

They managed to make it through the swollen flesh, streaking down my face and sending waves of shocking pain as they got caught by the various gashes covering my cheeks.

B-Free had, not so graciously, forgotten to take off his rings before punching me.

I was feeling out of control.

His voice rang in my ears; even his voice sent shivers of fearful aches down my stiff spine at this point. I tried to distract myself by imagining the most painful ways to kill him.

"I know this is your way to cope. But don't worry, you won't have to find any more bad insults, because our next event is to die for. Oh you're gonna love it."

"I think you must be talking about yourself."

My voice was hardly a tremble, my throat clogged up with coughed up blood, my tongue feeling swollen and clammy, suffocating me.

"Oh, I will definitely love it."

I thought I was numb now, but his brisk, rough tug at my feet sent shockwaves of trauma through my legs, tearing open the cuts further, and I was soon covered in a blanket of my own blood.

It was warm, but mixed with the cold sweat coating my skin, it turned to an uncomfortable chill.

Mixed with the sweat, the blood caused shivers to go through my body, only furthering the anguish that moving had on my body.

I felt my knees and ankles tied together; the blood caused a bit of a sticky situation, as the ropes kept slipping down from their places.

Once he had tied them tight enough to where they wouldn't be able to slip, I felt a traumatic pressure, and I felt rough, solid beams between the ropes, meeting in the middle and separating at my ankles.

Goddamn, I think I saw this in a movie once -

As if the beams were scissors, B-Free pulled at them, and I was blinded as the sensation of the deep, crushing pressure to my shins overtook any thought I may have had.

I couldn't even comprehend what was happening, I felt delirious, and all the other pains of my body were pushed away by this immense, excruciating pain.

You never really think about shins much, but God does it hurt to have them pushed, pressed like this.

I think I'd take the knife now, that would be better.

My shins felt as if they would completely cave in, and just before I felt the final pressure to break bone, the pressure was gone, nothing but an echo of the intensity.

Before I could even sigh at the brief relief, the pressure was back, and I let out a gargled scream, the sound hardly making it through my clogged throat to my cracked lips.

This went on for longer than I could fathom, and I found myself drifting to and from consciousness, the pain overtaking me in waves of anguished torment.

When it was finished, I held back the relieved gasp, as I knew this only meant one thing; it was going to get worse.

I felt my hands and legs untied, and I slumped forward, completely exhausted.

I felt rough, uncaring hands on me, fingers digging into the cuts on my arms as B-Free pulled me up and dragged me off.

He dropped me on a solid object, above the ground, and I heard the sound of screws shifting as I felt my feet flying upwards. Or was it my head falling backwards?

I couldn't tell.

I barely felt the straps across my body, until they were tightened so much my skin was pinched downwards. This caused the blood to pool out of the cuts faster, as more pressure was added.

Something was thrown over my head, scratching my sore cheeks and covering my bloody nostrils.

I coughed a few times, having trouble breathing with the blood crowding my throat.

"Oh, you think you can't breath now, just wait."

I felt the sensation of brisk cold on my chin, very slowly making its way down my face.

And then it was pouring into my nostrils, slipping through my chapped lips, and coating my eyelids.

It was fine, just cold, but fine, until the slow pace was interrupted by an abrupt downpour, and I couldn't breath, god I couldn't breath-

I did my best to hold my breath, but panic was rising, terror striking up through every pore, and I struggled against the binds, scratching my skin.

I opened my mouth to gasp, only letting more water in to fill my throat, burning my nostrils and constricting my airways.

God, I was drowning, I was drowning, ever so slowly-

The water flow stopped, and after struggling to swallow the water against the flow of gravity, I took a very shaky breath.

"Are you working for Bangtan?"

Before I could even answer, if I even would- and I was scared of the answer to that - the water flow was back, harsher this time, and the panic only caused me to scream again, letting in more and more water, it was never-ending, when would it stop?

And after struggling so much that I could feel the binds cut into my skin, the water once again stopped.

"Did Rap Monster send you in to spy?"

And this time I couldn't even scream. I couldn't tell the difference between the sweat, blood, tears or water, and I could barely shut my mouth. My body had been exhausted past the breaking point, and I couldn't even manage to take a breath, instead lying limp.

The water creeped into every opening, stinging my cuts, leaving burning pain on the gashes, slipping between my clenched eyelids to sit on my eyes, causing discomfort that I could hardly register past the intense, terrorizing experience of drowning.

The water filled my nose, and involuntarily I flared my nostrils a few times, as if that would help make the water pass faster. The cloth stuck to me like a mosquito, pressing against my face so tightly it was like another layer of skin.

The water filled my mouth, causing the sores in my mouth to scream in agony. It crept down my tongue to trickle down my throat, the trickle turning into a flood as the water was dumped on me, filling my throat, creeping down to my lungs.

I could practically feel my lungs filling, I could hear the echo of water dripping down to cover every inch of my respiratory system.

Maybe that was just the water falling to fill my ears in an irritating pressure.

I couldn't even struggle this time.

"Hey, you're alive down there, right? You didn't die, already?"

And I could hardly hear his voice through the rush of water filling every opening of my face, nonetheless recognize if he was concerned or demeaning.

My chest was rapidly rising and falling, but just barely, and though my eyes were already closed, I felt the sensation of my eyelids shutting. The blood rush to my head was hardly distinguishable from the water flow.

I was drowning -

The water flow was gone almost as abruptly as it had come, but the leftovers in my system took a while to settle in my lungs, and it was too much, too much.

I hardly felt the cloth leaving my face, but the abrupt movement of the board to a standing position shocked me enough to bring me back to alertness, and immediately my head flew forward.

I could hardly manage a cough, rather I just hung my head and let the water pour out of my mouth, barely rising up from my throat, and hopefully lungs.

"Th - ey didn't send me," my voice was weak, barely audible through the mounds of broken skin that made up my lips. "I came on my own. I was going to try and find away to ruin you, then return."

I was so deeply ashamed that I was admitting this, but I couldn't even manage to open my eyes a little bit, and I could hardly hear through the ringing of my panicked heartbeat.

If I had to do that one more time, I wouldn't make it. I was certain of it.

I couldn't see him, but I'm positive that B-Free was smirking proudly.

"And that is how you torture information out of someone, Bobby."

"Epic."

I hadn't even noticed that Bobby had entered. Or maybe he had been there the whole time. I couldn't remember.

I had to kill him too now.

Maybe when I could actually move my body, first.

"Now go do your job, she won't be causing any more trouble." I took a shaky breath, involuntarily whimpering as I felt someone grab me, pulling me from the board. "Just to make sure."

And my wrists were bound, and I found myself elevated from the ground.

My hands were cramped together, and the rough ceiling scraped against my sore knuckles.

My feet went numb almost immediately, but I couldn't stay awake long enough to really feel it.

I was definitely not prepared.