*Bell POV*

“Hey. Wake up, bastard.”

I poked Jungkook's cheek trying to get some sort of response from the still man.  

“Are you dead?” I put my fingers under his chin and lifted his face up. His eyes were closed but his mouth slowly parted to breathe.

“Aha, I knew it. Better wake up now and face your punishment. You don't wanna chicken out like some sort of rich person with no commitment huh?” I smiled as his eyes flew open. His gaze fell on me and he sent me a chilling look.

I popped my tongue and started pacing slowly in front of him.

“Tsk-tsk. I do feel bad for you I’ll admit that. I mean, obviously I never had to worry about my next meal, or if I was gonna wear Gucci or Supreme, or if I was gonna fuck my boyfriend in my BMW or my Mercedes….but you. You poor bastard you've had it pretty rough huh?” I stopped in front of him and cocked my head to the side.

“You go a few nights without food huh? You had to wear the same old pair of clothes for weeks?” I crossed my arms and he bit down on his teeth, making his jaw twitch.

“You're fairly good-looking. Why didn't you become a stripper?” I lifted up his shirt and admired his abs as he pulled at the ropes holding his hands up. 

“Shut up Bell….” He turned his head away as he scrunched his nose.

“Oh no, I'm completely serious, bastard. You should've become a stripper. Us rich folk loving going to strip clubs to waste our money on desperate little bitches like you.” I grabbed his chin and forced his face towards me.

His eyes went dark and as he started breathing heavier. The muscles in his arms standing out as he pulled harder at the rope binding him.

“But then again, your parents were so stupid that they couldn't even fix your financial situation so no wonder you were an idiot too. Like parents, like child. And in your case I guess poverty just runs in your veins.” I laughed at the joke but he lunged forward and tried to bite me.

“What the fuck!? Scratch that, I guess poverty AND bad manners is your heritage.” I took a step back to the safe zone and pulled my jacket off.

“Don't test me Bell, I'll rape you just like I raped your little excuse for a brother.” He stared me straight in the eye and I felt my blood boiling.

I took a step forward, made a fist and then drove it into his face as hard as I could.

I heard something crack and pain was evident, more on Jungkook's side then mine but as soon as I pulled my hand back I felt it.

“Mother fucker!” I knelt on the hard, coarse ground holding my wrist to my body. I felt like it was on the verge of breaking into pieces.

“Oh my fucking God, you're even weaker than Jimin! He had least had some strength to resist me.” Jungkook's laugh went straight into my ears like poison to a bloodstream and I slowly stood up and walked to the work bench nearby.

“You think you can get under my skin, Bastard?” I picked up a large metal wrench and turned around, walking to him slowly.

He swallowed as he saw the metal tool in my hand. 

“You're damn right you can.” I got a strong grip on the wrench this time then whacked his face with it.

This time bone was crushed, skin was broken, and pain was heard.

“Oh my God, are you okay?” I looked at the blood trickling down his face with wide eyes and he turned back to me groaning quietly.

“I think s-”

I smashed the wrench into the other side of his face shutting him up immediately.

“Only speak when I tell you to, fuckface.” I moved my head to each side, stretching my neck muscles.

At this point Jungkook's face was primarily covered in blood. Such a deep red color it was quite nice actually.

“It hurts huh? When someone does something you don't want.” I pressed a finger to his forehead and pushed his head back.

Damn, he was really fucked up.

“I'd rather you just turn me in.” His chest heaved up and down with heavy breaths as he looked at the ground.

“Oh that will come later after I've had my fun with you. Now pull your tongue back and close your teeth.” He sent me a confused look and I sighed annoyedly.

“I forgot you're an idiot.” I stepped back and hit him with the wrench again, this time in an uppercut way.

He spit out a profuse amount of blood, some of which sprayed onto my brand new heels.

“Are you fucking kidding me!?” I took a few steps back looking at the strong red blood stains.

He didn't answer, he was probably too banged up to even talk properly.

“How am I supposed to go out like this? I look like I got my period and forgot my tampons and swoosh, it all came down on my shoes.” I shook my head in disgust.

“It's just a pair of fucking shoes…..you bitch.” He tried to bring his head up bought dropped it in exhaustion and pain.

“No, it's not just a ‘pair of shoes’ you uncultured swine. These are Gucci heels worth twenty-four hundred American dollars. And they're now covered with your poor, shitty heritage, poverty stricken blood.” I dropped the wrench on the ground and bent down, undoing the latch on my wounded shoes.

“If you don't shut up…..I'll kill you.” Jungkook's voice came out deep and deadly serious. It made me feel scared for a split second but I remembered I tied him up good.

I've learnt well from past experiences.

“No bastard, you don't get to make threats here. The only thing you'll ever be making is amends. For the rest of your poor miserable life. Now….” I took the shoe off and held it to Jungkook's face.

“Lick.”

His eyes widened and he shot me a look of pure disbelief.

“Suck my dick, Bell.” He scrunched his nose again and barred his jaw, remaining stubborn.

“Oh Bastard, it's such a shame. I didn't want to have to do this but you leave me no choice.”

I grabbed the special item from my bag that I was all too familiar with and already heard Jungkook pulling at the ropes holding his arms in the air.

“Bell, what the fuck do you think you're doing?” I turned to him and saw him backing up as much as he could from me.

“Oh this? Well I thought I'd just give you a taste of your own medicine. You know? For Jimin.” I stepped to him with the large strapon and an evil smile on my lips.

“Don't worry though, I know very well how to use this so you'll live. Although I don’t know how you're going to leave the warehouse after we’re done but first times am I right?” I lifted the heel again and shook it in front of his face.

“Anyway you should be used to doing stuff for rich people so choose your poison, rapist. ” I raised an eyebrow tauntingly and he stared at me angrily.

“You're sick.” He put out his tongue and forced himself to lick his own blood off my shoe.

I watched in surprise, not expecting him to actually do it.

“You know, I know I gave you a choice before but…I still have to punish you before taking you to the police station.” I grabbed his body and turned him around, pushing him into the wall that was behind him.

“Bell get the fuck off me! Just turn me in for fucks sake!!!” He tried to get me off but I grabbed the back of his head and slammed his face into the cold concrete wall.

“No!! You didn't listen when Jimin asked you to get off!! He's a good kid, with a sensitive heart and you destroyed him!!  It's only fair I do the same don't you think!?” I grabbed the front of his belt and started undoing it.

Just as I was about to pull his pants down the big warehouse doors swung open making me and Jungkook look to the left.

As soon as I saw who was there I froze, not even breathing.

“Bell....?” Yoongi looked back and forth between Jungkook who was tied against a wall and me who was behind him, strapon in my left hand and Jungkook's belt in my right.

“What the fuck are you doi-”

“It's not what it looks like!!  I…I can explain this.” I dropped the items and turned to Yoongi.

I completely went balnk of what to say. If I told Yoongi what really happened he would pressure me to turn Jungkook in if not do it himself. I still had to get Jungkook back for Jimin, I wouldn't feel at rest otherwise.

“Bell....we're through.” Yoongi sent us both a hurt and disappointed look as he turned around and left.

I felt panic creep into me at those words. I couldn't lose Yoongi….I had grown to like him too much.

“Stay here, bastard.” I grabbed my jacket and put my shoe on as I ran after Yoongi.

I don't have a fucking choice!!!” Jungkook yelled as I burst through the doorway, looking around for my husband who had horribly misinterpreted this whole situation.

He was already walking to his car and I felt my heart hurting at the sight of him leaving.

“Yoongi wait!! Let me explain, Goddamnit!!!” I started running towards the car but he got in and closed the door.

He winded the window down a little as I stopped in front of it and looked at me with pain-filled eyes.

“Stop trying, Bell.” He turned on the car and shook his head angrily, a strong hint of remorse in his voice.

“I don't want you anymore.”