Once we arrive, jimin hops out and walks to my side. I really don't want to leave, I doubt he won't hurt me.

"Get out."

I don't budge "get out." Yet I still remain still. Jimin sighs in annoyance. He suddenly grabs my waist and throws me over his shoulder. I scream for him to put me down but nope, he doesn't listen.

I watch as Jimin carries me up the stairs and  into a familiar room "no!" I scream, those black walls and tinted windows taunting me.

"Jimin! No!" I punch his back with all the strength I have in me but it does not affect him one bit. Un-fucking-believable.
He grabs a wooden chair to tie my hands behind my back with a rope. I protest, although I know its useless. Still, it's better than doing nothing about it.

He then walks around me in a circle "pretty pretty minseo" he clicks his tongue. Stopping right behind me, he bends down by my ear, giving it a small blow. "how dare you get me jealous with that playboy."

His finger tips run down from my jawline to my shoulder.

"What is this?" He gripped onto my top, pulling it further away before letting go, the straps slamming against my skin, causing a little sting.

"A married woman, going out to party with inappropriate clothes."

"a married man, having an affair with his wife is totally normal but a forcefully married girl may I add, goes out to enjoy the little amount of freedom she has is bad? Wow, nice Jimin, very nice." I sarcastically say, shooting him a glare.

"I am nice at times minseo. But not until you fucking push my limits!" He grips my jaw "I was being sarcastic dumbass." I spit.

"Don't you dare back talk me do you understand." I shake my head "I don't respect monsters." I state.

"Hmph" he scoffs.

"We'll see about that"