Amber

It was around 3:30AM when I heard him, he was shuffling about in his room. Namjoon had refused to stay in the same room as me for fear of his episodes. Which I understood, can't say that it hurt any less though. A loud crash sent me sprinting out my room and right into his. What I saw will forever be burned into the deepest parts of my memory.

A scream escaped my trembling lips.

Namjoon laid on the ground back arched in a grotesque way, his fingers knotted hard in the carpet, his legs sprawled out in a way that looked like someone was pinning them that way. His pupils were dilated, not a single bit of the beautiful brown to be seen. Frozen in place my heart raced in fear. What was happening to him? It wasn't like the seizures... this... this was different. Far more frightening than anything I have ever seen.

The lights flickered everything becoming extremely cold. My breath came out in wisps of white smoke. I ran to Namjoon falling to my knees to take his face in my hands.

"Joonie baby..." I cried patting his cheek lightly. His eyes darted back and forth as if he was trying to find me. A hard knot was forming in my throat, a fresh wave of tears threatening to crash down.

"He's mine now..." a deep sinister voice whispered it's hot breath close to my ear. However when I looked no one was there. My breath was shaky, looking back at Namjoon his eyes seemed vacant. The light that was there before was dimmer. He was still there.

"No!" I screamed with so much anger and sadness that the cold air returned to normal and the lights stopped flickering.

"Joonie... you got to fight! Keep fighting baby I'm here!" I reassured him and myself as I rested my head against his forehead. His body collapsed to the floor, hands relaxing, and a calm look took over his once fearful one.

Namjoon

I haven't been here before. My body won't move at all. My eyes drifted to my hands and I flinch in horror. Both my hands and legs are shackled to the chair. The iron was thick sending waves of hopelessness through me. My white shirt was stained with sweat and the vile ichor that escaped my cracked bloody lips. I groaned making the demon stir in the darkness. I guess this is where I let him have what he wants in exchange for Callie.

"Joonie...." Her sweet little voice sang through the darkness before she appeared in front of me.

"Don't give in.." she whispered then vanished just as she came.

What do I do then? The ground around me was trembling, clearly the demon was enraged by what just happened.

"Her soul is mine... and soon so will yours be."

I feel like we've been through this before. I wasn't as willing to give in before. But now after Callie spoke to me. I know she is still fighting him even after he said he had her. So we will keep fighting.

"Fuck you!"

He didn't like that...