You had forgotten how terrible torture felt until now. From forcing your head into water, dangling you off the chair and beating you until you puked. Everything grew more violent, more personal, and more desperate; they really wanted information out of Sarah and you but neither of you spoke.

It was a miracle you hadn't in the past. Because at this very moment right now, feeling the pain you endured in this minute, you tried not to gurgle in water or the swampy sheet that was forced over your face. You couldn't breath. You felt like you were drowning. Just when you thought you saw a light, or the end to all your suffering, Sato moved your chair back upright and had your head dangle freely; watching you gasp for air.

This very moment...you felt like telling them everything. You took Ina shaky breath, scolding your inner voice begging you to spill. Instead, you stayed focus and watched as a grinning Sato moved to face you.

You captured all of his face. The man rarely grinned. He only held such a light expression when he was told to harm either you or Sarah. You knew it wasn't a personal affliction, but the way he got off on releasing his built anger through these schemes creeped you out.

"We're really debating on placing cameras here to see what you brats talk about all day," Sato mumbled, eyes narrowing when you weakly grinned.

You shrugged, chest heaving. "There wouldn't be much to say if we know about the cameras being present, you moron."

Sato smacked you.

You grin didn't fall after you built yourself up again. Taking in heavy breaths, you whined. It saddened you how painless the smack felt compared to everything that had been done to you already.

"Gee, I really miss Eric," you mumbled, remembering how easy it was to control the other when in comparison to the hulk that was Sato.

The man tensed and got up, flicking your hair back in attempts to hurt you last with a pull. You barely flinched, allowing you head to fall back. Smiling, you remembered the last you had seen the man.

"Where is he?" You innocently popped.

Getting ready for another slap, there was a soft, "enough," that came from some torturers who lurked and watched.

Sato looked over at them.
They said one simple thing to have him stop. It made sense.

"You aren't allowed to hit them out of personal wishes. Keep that anger to yourself, we've got a job here."

Sarah grinned, her red hair sticking to her cheeks that were flushed from the inability to breath before. She also endured the same as you, right next to you, at the same time.

"You have something to say?" Sato snarled over at her, following you eyes and noticing the grin.

Her grin remained. "I think-" she coughed before continuing, "I think we all know I've got nothing to say." With a shrug she continued, "I haven't had anything leave my mouth since I fucking got here."

You smiled weakly at that. Brows dancing a little when meeting Sato who's chest squared up and down fast.

You added to the flame. "The USB is where you'd never guess. A place you and your twisted boss will never be able to find."

There was a growl. You blinked, taking a moment to realize you were being dragged back by your dirtied chair that had your muscles cramped.

Feet shuffling, you couldn't do much as they were tied. Whimpering, you tried to bite off any fingers that grabbed at your cheeks. But nothing worked.

Your cheeks were gripped, your face was wrapped with the damp cloth again, and water was rushed at your mouth and nose that suffocated.

Gurgling, you wished to scream. There was a muffled sound of something from your twitching body. The moment Sarah heard it, she forced her eyes away, her smile gone.

You screamed in pain.

-

Jules screamed in pleasure.

Staring over at her own self through her phone, the reporter's strong jaw clenched when watching the tape that she had dragged from the USB onto her phone. Trying to find any hints to who recorded it or why, the only clue she had managed to gain was the man that made her moan in the video, and the placement of the camera she had figured out long ago while researching on this in her office.

Pursing her lips and feeling her cheeks flame over, Jules Yellio didn't have any answers to her questions.

So here she was, trying to find answers and use her journalist instincts to the test. Glasses on and peeking past her window to study the huge industrial building across the street, Jules found interest in marking down any names or faces that she found familiar to come in and out of the building. Booking times and dates, she had been observing for a few days and everything was relatively on schedule and the same.

Closing her phone and putting it securely into her pocket, the woman flipped her pencil between her fingers. She was impatient as she wished to come out of the car and question the company, question Namjoon, and question his group. But she couldn't do that without knowing everything first. Jules couldn't trust anyone, not even Namjoon. She held this device as her only leverage, knowing that it was the only thing that could possibly answer her questions; her reasons behind not destroying it the minute she found it.

Her general nature was to be curious. But now, adding in her circumstances, Jules could no longer think for herself.

Swallowing hard, the girl blinked, realizing she dozed off into space. Staring, observing, and slowly growing bored after seeing the same things, she popped out a pickle jar she had brought with her. Munching on them as she waited, the girl smiled to herself over her successfully eating what she wanted.

The fact that she unbuttoned her jeans while eating helped her pig out.

Then it happened. A breach in the schedule and every day routine. Almost spilling pickle juice onto herself, Jules closed the lid of the jar and moved it to the passenger seat. Pen in her hand again, she licked at her fingertips as she glanced at the numerous cars that rolled in front of BigHit ENT.

She jotted down whatever she saw. Seeing BangPD come out, there were others that Jules couldn't see well. Then she saw a girl. Petite and sweet looking coming out from one side. She clung onto a man that Jules had to really focus on in order to identify.

When she did, she spotted Namjoon and her eyes softened. Hardening her state, her jaw was back in action as she wrote and wrote. She wished to see more of the girl that seemed injured but couldn't as she was escorted by security through the doors.

Namjoon on the other hand, distracted some fans that lingered around as he waved and bowed over. The smile on his face seemed genuine, but there was a worry and defeat in his eyes that Jules noticed.

Looking down at her notebook as she wrote, the next time Jules moved her head up, she couldn't help but lose her pencil. It flew from her hand and landed somewhere by her feet.

Why?
Namjoon was looking right at her.

There was something in his eyes after spotting her that Jules couldn't understand. Instantly turning on the car and finding the fight to rush out as fast as she could, the woman tried to hide her face past the tinted windows she was surrounded by; not wanting to confront anyone. Not just yet.

Bolting on to the street, her heart hammered and her vision was sharp when staring at he dash before her, only to glance back at her rear-view mirror.

There she saw Namjoon tripping over, catching himself, and angrily staring at the back of her car drive off. She was confused over the initial reaction from the man but shrugged it off, thinking he thought of her presence as some sort of paparazzi. Jules was oblivious.

But that wasn't the case. Namjoon was panting, angry, and punching the air as he had a gut feeling, knowing that whoever in the car worked for who he thought was 'Jules'. Face angry and determined, Namjoon watched the car go before making it his note to confront her and get things done.

Namjoon was breathless from the temper that built within him.

-

You were breathless from the pain that faded within you.

It had been a few good hours of nothing but relaxing from the torture session from earlier. You were alone in the dark with a quiet Sarah for some time. You assumed she was asleep—that's how silent her exterior was.

Blinking.
Breathing.
Repeating.

You tried to catch in as much air as you could now, hating how painful it was to even breathe.

Your ribs hurt, your lungs burned, and your face never seemed to dry. You kept remembering the cloth, the suffocating, and the helplessness you felt as your feet kicked the ground and your toes curled in your boots.

"What're you going to do when you get outta here?"

You tried to ignore that snappy remark from Kennah who sat casually against the wall across from you.

It was dark. The most you could see was his legs in his jeans, his torso, and his lips that curled in a bloody smile. You couldn't see his eyes.

"Don't ignore me."

"Eat a dick," you mumbled. You didn't want to talk to your imagination in a situation like this. The more air you could save the better.

The anger and defeat you felt didn't need Kennah being a smart-ass around you. So you glared lamely and hoped he's disappear. When he didn't, you'd shut your eyes and think of anyone else; but when you opened, he was there.

His smile fell. He noticed your anger. "What are you going to do...be honest with me." His voice sounded sad, almost as if he could read your thoughts.

"Leave."

"Say it, just be upfront with yourself and me," Kennah said through clenched teeth. They were red and dark. You could barely see where his teeth ended and where his tongue began.

His sudden attitude confused you. Since the day you started seeing him, he had never been angry. But the irritated tone that lingered with his voice made you double thing everything. This only made you angry.

"Read my mind and figure it out," you snapped, "you're a part of my crazy mind—enlighten yourself by digging in there."

"Be upfront with me," he simply snapped back.

You were tired. You didn't want to deal with any of this. Out of everything that could've happened after your torture, this was something you didn't look forward to. It made you angry.

You let that anger consume you as you bitterly shot out what he wanted to hear, and what your head had been keeping in as a denied secret for a while.

"I'm going to tell Namjoon the truth, get Aoroma behind bars, and going to cling onto him with everything I got. Is that what you want to hear?"

You didn't bother to see Kennah's smile lift again. It was sad, as always when talking about Namjoon.

You whined, rattling in your constraints before practically spitting in Kennah's direction. "I like him, there, I fucking said it."

Your chest heaved.

Before you could get a better judgement of his face, you caught his head move in the direction to your right. Wiping your head over, your anger disappeared, your eyes softened, and your mouth awkwardly opened in shock.

Sarah was looking straight at you. The whites of her eyes glowing in the dark that surrounded you. She looked shocked, surprised, and in awe over you talking to no one; all she saw was you talking to mid-air and blackness.

Your embarrassment struck hard.

She took in a breath. "Well shit."