The world around Jisung seemed to stand still. Nothing had happened since he was brought here and this disgusting guy made fun of him.

For the first time, he had just crouched together in the corner and prayed that the creep would not come back.

At some point, after his legs had started to hurt, he had gotten up and looked around the small room.

Not that it helped him anyway. Apart from the mattress and a table screwed to the wall, there was nothing.

There were two doors. The one through which the two guys had disappeared was probably the exit. And the other led to a small, equally windowless bathroom. It smelled just as pathetic as the room with the mattress.

But he was very relieved to be able to go to the toilet. Nevertheless, he held his nose disgusted.

Then he turned on the faucet and when he was convinced that really water and not just anything stale came out, he drank some water.

Finally, he also looked around thoroughly in the bathroom, but here too there was nothing that would have helped him.

Nothing he could have used as a weapon.

Frustrated, he let himself sink back onto the mattress. He had tried to gather all his remaining courage and energy to look for a way out, but it hadn't helped him at all.

Angry, he hit the wall with his fist. He knew that his fear and panic would come back soon and he really had hoped to be able to do something beforehand.

Tired and desperate, he looked down on his hands. He had wanted to take his courage together and fight. But he had nothing to attack the guys with.

His gaze got stuck on his bracelets. If he couldn't help and free himself, then he might be able to leave Minho at least a hint.

With a heavy heart, he took off two of the bracelets, raised the mattress and placed it under it.

Tears ran down his cheeks. Minho had given him the bracelets for their first anniversary.

He fervently prayed that Minho would find them and bring them back if he didn't find him while they were still holding him here.

If they wanted to sell it, they would hardly do it here. They would probably take him somewhere else soon. And they would probably stun him again. Then he could stop all escape attempts directly. He wouldn't be able to do that anyway.

And as soon as he had finished the thought, he felt how slowly the panic crawled up in him again.

Chan and Changbin had offered him to come to the studio so many times so that he could train with them.

Even Minho had tried to persuade him to take a self-defense course from time to time. But then other things had come up and the work had been more important again.

Although he doubted that such a course would have helped him even a small bit. Not at the kidnapping and even since he was here.

The guys were professionals, apart from the fact that they were stupid enough to kidnap the wrong person...

And since no one knew he was engaged to Minho, the guys couldn't know what danger they had put themselves in.

Because Jisung knew Minho's demons and he knew exactly what Minho would do if something happened to him.

On a tearful night when they were both convinced that they were not good enough for the other, Minho had finally told him everything.

Why he usually hid behind a wall of sarcasm. And that he had less control since he let Jisung into his life.

And he, too, had revealed all his fears and self-doubt to Minho.

The next day Minho had proposed to him. Not big or spectacular, but all the more important for both of them.

And as if he had not earned the bit of peace of beautiful memory, he was brought back to reality by nearby steps.

He tried to take a deep breath and suppress the panic inside. Put on his knees, he sat again in the corner of the mattress and stared at the door full of fear.

The door flew against the wall and the creep came in.

"Well, if that's not my favorite piece of dirt. Get up!"

He came closer, but Jisung shook his head.

"Oh, are you getting naughty? And I thought I wouldn't hear your screams."

He knelt almost carefully on the mattress in front of Jisung, gently reached for his chin, lifted it up and then struck so hard that Jisung hit the wall with his head.

"I said no obvious wounds!!," the other guy screamed from somewhere.

But Jisung didn't really realize that. Tears poured down his cheeks and he had bitten his teeth so tightly that it hurt. But he wouldn't scream.

The creep stood up and Jisung followed him with panic in his eyes and trembling legs. He didn't want to be beaten again.

Grinning, the guy threw clothes on the table.

"Get dressed!"

Jisung stared at him with his eyes open.

"Now? Here?!"

"Yes, now and here! And I'll watch you do it. Unless you prefer me to change you when you are unconscious."

Again, he tried to suppress the rising disgust and panic and slowly approached the table.

There were tight trousers and a top that didn't really deserve the name, because actually it only consisted of some cords.

Doubtfully he picked it up and tried to understand how to put it on.

"Will you soon?! Or do you need some help?"

Jisung hadn't noticed that he had stood behind him and almost screamed when the guy rudely grabbed his hair and tore his head backwards.

"I can help you with that," with a smug grin he reinforced the grip in Jisung's hair, while his other hand wandered from Jisung's waist, over his stomach, to the button of his pants and opened it.

Jisung shook his head panicked, which was really painful through the hand in his hair, but he definitely didn't want to be undressed by the guy.

Laughing, the guy took his hands away and Jisung was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when he felt the guy grabbed his shirt and pull it up jerky.

Jisung had the feeling that he wanted to tear off his head with it, but eventually the shirt ended up on the floor.

And before Jisung realized what was happening, the guy pushed him forward so that he lay on the table with his upper body and pressed his pelvis against Jisung's butt.

"You're fucking hot for a piece of shit. And this waist. I would love to fuck you until only screams come out of you!"

Jisung felt that he was close to throwing up again and bit his teeth. Tears ran down his cheeks again and once again he shook his head panicked.

"Then finally change your clothes! We don't have all day!"

Just when Jisung had straightened up again and tried to unravel the top with trembling fingers, the guy grabbed him, held him pressed him with his left arm, put his right hand provocatively over his pants in the crotch and bit him in the shoulder.

In the first few seconds he could still endure the bite and the pain, but then it hurt so much that Jisung could no longer hold back the scream.

"Are you lucky that I don't have time for you right now? I'll be right back and if you haven't changed, we'll have a little more fun together..."

With these words, the creep left the cell and slammed the door behind him.

Shivering, Jisung unbuttoned his pants and hurried to take them off and put on the black faux leather pants.

He had a little more difficulties with the top, but eventually he had somehow put it on.

Now he sat on the mattress again and tried to wipe away the tears, but there were always new ones.

Again, the door of his cell flew open.

"God, you are really hot... time for a little fun"

And before Jisung could even react at all, he had a needle in his arm again and the guy injected something that immediately knocked him out.

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I'm so sorry... T-T