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I helplessly stared at the floor, since that was about the only place my eyes could bare to look. The man, whom kidnapped me, was busy writing something with a fountain pen and jet black ink.

Thirty minutes ago, I didn't have duct tape around my mouth. See, a girl in my position is only expected to ask question after question. He didn't seem to appreciate that and thought it'd be best if I couldn't speak at all.

I quickly looked up as I heard him walk towards me. I didn't want to die. I didn't want him to kill me. I just wanted to be back at home with my parents, Taehyung, and yes, even Namjoon.

I hissed in pain as he ripped the duct tape off my mouth. I didn't have a second to speak as he titled my head back.

"I can't have you die on me."

He harshly muttered, lifting a small cup of water to my lips. He poured water in my mouth, making sure that wasn't a single drop left in the cup.

"Please let me go."
I begged as he set the cup
on the center of the table.

"Stop begging."
He angrily threatened. 
"I already told you, I'm not letting you go."

"I haven't done anything to you, please—
He quickly placed his hand over
my mouth, looking up at the wooden
ceiling as footsteps walked nearby.

This was the only moment I had to escape.
I could scream out so the person outside
could here me, and get out of here for good.

I watched his arm closely, and suddenly jerked his hand away from my mouth.

"Help! I'm being kidnapped!"
I screamed with every vocal chord I had.

He brought his hand to my neck, tightening his grip around the sensitive area. I began to lose my ability to breath, and reached around me for something to hold. 

The footsteps where now headed down the stairs, and I felt immediate relief. Sure, he could try to kill me, but someone else would be there to witness it. The steps got closer as my anticipation rose through the ceiling. This was it. I was getting out of here.

My smile faded into a pair of trembling lips as I watched the man walk into the dimmed room.

"Yoongi, you scared the hell out of me."
The man let go of my
neck, sighing in relief.

"No."
I whimpered as I sobbed in my chair.

"Don't cry little girl. Save your
tears for when we kill your family."
The blonde grinned as he knelt beside me.

"Leave my family out of this."
I screamed, kicking his leg bag.

"Oo, she's a feisty one."
He chuckled, walking over to the other man.

"Do you believe she's really the princess?"
Yoongi whispered, asking him.

"She has to be, and
we're not taking any chances."
He muttered back.

"How much are you asking for?"

"Thirty million."

Yoongi's eyes widened as the man said those numbers. A grin suddenly appeared on his pale face.

"You're gonna give some money to the
lads, right? You know, maybe five million
here and there.."

Yoongi tried to bargain with him as he continuously asked for a sharing of the prize money. He wanted to be apart of this just as long as money would be sitting in his pocket by the end of the month.

"I don't make any promises,
and you know that."

"I'm taking that as a yes."
Yoongi said before running
back up the wooden staircase.

"They won't give you the money."
I chimed, after the blonde left.

He looked to the side, glaring at me as he walked over.

"You're right."
He quietly muttered.

"Why would they ever want to save
a pathetic little bitch like you."

"Don't you dare talk to me like that.
Do you know who I am—

"I don't care for your title
princess. It means nothing to me."
He let both of his arms trap me beneath him.

"Well it should, because when my
father comes searching with his
soldiers, he'll kill you in an instant."

"I'm shaking."
He smirked.

I started to worry more and more. If threatening didn't work, then what will. He doesn't seem like he cares about the consequences of getting captured. Maybe it's because he believes he won't get caught.

"You should be afraid, princess."
He whispered before moving his arms away.

"I'm not afraid of anyone."
I spat, keeping my shoulders high.

"Stop clutching onto the chair then."
His eyes averted to my shaking hands.

"I wa—

"Save it."
He cut my words.

"What is it you're
planning to do with me exactly?"
I asked, nervously glancing at the pile of knives on his desk.

"Oh, don't worry about that part. All I need
from you is to sit there and not say a word."
He scoffed.

"I'm not gonna rape you, and I'm not ki—
wait, maybe I'll have to end up killing you if
you don't behave like a good girl and cooperate."

"How could you possibly kill another
human being? You must be completely
heartless to do such a thing."
I crossed my arms as I questioned him.

"I guess we could both say
I'm pretty heartless then."
He remarked.

I took a deep breath in, listening to my unsteady heartbeat. I needed to know more about this man. If I make it out alive, I can't risk him getting away.

"C-can I least know the
name of my kidnapper."
I whispered loud enough for him to hear.

He looked up from his desk and as his eyes pierced through mine. I felt uncomfortable every time he looked in my direction. His eyes had a dark tint to them, almost as if a devil was trapped inside.

"Jimin."

"Jimin."
I quietly repeated,
receiving a glare from him.

"I was just trying to—

"Trying to remember my name?
So you can what... tell your precious
king and queen about me?"

He dropped the pen in his hand and grabbed an inked paper instead. I noticed he'd been writing something for the past couple minutes. He seemed very focused and determined while doing so.

"What's that piece of paper in your hand?"
I asked, changing the subject.

"Haven't you been told to mind your
own fucking business before?
He viscously snapped.

"Haven't you been told not to kidnap people?"
I raised my brow.

The corners of his lips slowly rose. He pulled a chair from the table and sat down, facing me. My stiff shoulders suddenly sunk back down.

"Let me tell you something princess."
He licked his lips, before speaking again.

"I'm not here to entertain you. As a matter
of fact, you shouldn't be talking at all."
He rudely lectured.

He lifted his leg off the chair, putting it back in its spot. I closed my eyes, trying to blink back the tears that threatened to spill. I wasn't a very emotional girl, but sometimes even the toughest girls cry.

"This is all my fault."
I sobbed to myself.

He looked up from his drink, casually watching me as I went through an emotional breakdown. He didn't care at all. A person like Jimin shields himself from anything called feelings.

"If only I listened to you."
I whimpered as I remembered
my fathers strict words.

"Stop crying. It's irritating me."
He glowered.

Lines formed on my forehead as my eyes narrowed.

"Be kind for once you damn coward!"
I snapped at him, aware of my word choice.

He threw the bottle in front of him, and roughly grabbed my jacket. I tried to turn my face away as he pulled at the fabric around my neck.

"What the fuck did you just say?"
He yelled loudly, possibly damaging my ears.

"N-nothing."
I mumbled.

"If you ever talk to me that
way again, I'll fucking kill you!"
He shouted, still pulling on my jacket.

"And it won't be quick and easy."
He warned, reaching over to grab a knife.

"I'll use this to cut into your fucking skin,
and slowly cut you to pieces. I'll make
sure you feel every bit of pain."

He brought the knife to my neck, pressing the sharp tip to my flesh. I let out a painful screech as he slowly pressed the knife into my skin, leaving a trail of my blood.

He brought the bloody knife to my face, using his hand to lift up my head. I can't stand the sight of blood, especially it being my own.

"This is what happens when
you don't listen to me."

He threw the bloody knife on the floor, standing up from the floor. I bit my lip, trying to keep myself from screaming my lungs out. It hurt to breath in, even more than it did to breath out.

What have I gotten myself into.

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"Alana!"
Taehyung, my younger brother called.

Taehyung lowered his brows as he opened the door to my room, seeing it empty. He rushed downstairs and towards one of the maids.

"My sister's missing!"
He frantically yelled.

"I'll inform the guards right away.
They'll find away to contact
the King and Queen."

She stormed to the guards, letting them know everything Taehyung told her. One of them came forward, facing the rest.

"You five, search the entire castle."

"The rest of you, come with me. We must
find the King and Queen immediately."

"Pull the siren."
He ordered one of the guards.

The maid stood by Taehyung as he anxiously bit his nails. This was exactly what the King feared of. His only daughter being taken advantage of.

Meanwhile, the parade was surprisingly going as planned. No surprises or attacks like they thought. The people cheered loudly as the carriages went by them. It was truly a beautiful sight to see.

"How do you feel?"
My father asked Namjoon.

"I—

He was cut off by the ear splitting sound of sirens. The guards near them quickly circled the carriage, protecting them in preparation of an attack.

"What's happening?"
Namjoon asked as he listened
to the panicking people around them.

"We don't know sir."
One of the guards replied,
while hovering over them.

"Well find out."
He snapped.

Namjoon liked to act as if he was King. It was something he's been doing since he was a child. The guards hovering over them suddenly turned around as they received news on what happened.

"Sir."
One of the guards turned to face the King.

"Your daughter is missing."

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