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ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ : ɢʀᴜᴇsᴏᴍᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ

"Father, what is that?"
Namjoon asked, while he and the
guards circled around his father.

"An anonymous letter."
He gulped.

"She's being held ransom."

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"You sent the letter right?"
Yoongi tapped his foot.

"Just a couple hours ago, why?"

"Don't you think it might be a little tough
to get out of this one if you're caught?"

"What—?"

"I said nothing."
He raised his hands in defeat.

"How's the, you know, prisoner?"
Yoongi whispered to Jimin, as I was
sleeping under the injections he gave me.

"She did the strangest thing yesterday."
Jimin bit his lip.

"Oh really?"
Yoongi grinned, raising his brows twice.

"Not like that."
Jimin hit his chest.

"She-

"Anybody in here?"
They both became quiet as they heard
footsteps walking down the wooden steps.

Yoongi widened his eyes as it was the same familiar voice that approached him earlier that day. Yoongi gave Jimin a warning look, hinting that he was a threat. Jimin carefully grabbed the sharp knife off the table and stood beside the staircase. He waited until the footsteps were close enough, and bam!

Jungkook rolled onto the floor, clutching his bleeding stomach. He started to feel lightheaded, dizzy at the most, but saw a young girl tied up in a chair. That girl was—

"The princess." Jungkook gasped for air, as he tried to help himself stand.

He stumbled back, knocking glass off the shelves as he tried to reach for something to help him keep steady. Jimin nodded towards the rope, and Yoongi quickly tossed it over.

"So you're the messenger boy?"
Jimin disappointedly shook his head.

"They could've at least sent someone
a little more, you know—manly."

Jimin nudged Yoongi's shoulder and
they both began to mockingly laugh.

"How could you do t-this
t-to an innocent girl."

Jungkook tried to speak clearly,
but his wound was that painful.

"Listen messenger boy, I don't have
any time for your shit. You came
to the wrong place at the right time."

"Her father's w-worried sick, you bastard."

Yoongi bit his tongue, nervously looking over at Jimin. He knows just how many people this guy has killed, and it's not a pretty number. Definitely over the age one would live. Jimin shoved the younger boy the the cold floor, tying the rope around his neck, arms, and feet. Him and Yoongi carried him onto a table, securely tying the excess rope to it.

Jungkook let out a muffled scream as a dirty rag was tied around his mouth, keeping him from speaking. One thing to note about Jimin, is the way he kills. Some people prefer to hang their victim, some like to poison their drink, and others like to cut into their flesh as slowly as possible so the victim can die a slow and painful death. That was Jimin.

"You see, the thing is—" Jimin raised a knife to Jungkook's neck. "I don't need you alive, so you don't get my mercy."

Jungkook continued to scream through the washed up, old rag. He prayed in his mind, for me to wake up and help him. Jungkook closed his eyes, knowing these would be his final hours of life. Jimin twirled the knife in his hand, looking for a painful spot on the boy's body. How about the wound he already gave him?

Without warning, Jimin jabbed the knife into his already opened gash, as the tip of the blade sink into Jungkook's flesh. He twisted the blade, tearing his skin to pieces as Jungkook's whole body screamed in agonizing pain. Yoongi blinked a couple times, before slowly moving back—he was the type to kill quickly and painlessly.

I was nearly half awake, but barely aware of my surroundings. The drugs began to wear off and I was able to move my fingers again. I carefully bent my pinky back and forth, trying to stimulate all senses. I opened my eyes, still seeing everything as a blur, but noticed three men instead of two. The last thing to work was was my hearing. The scream of gushing pain pierced through my ears as I came to life again, quickly jolting out of my chair.

"Leave him alone!"
I screamed, not even knowing
who was being tortured.

My stomach began turning as I saw the mangled flesh, gushing out blood. I trembled as he turned to me, not having a single sign of empathy on his face.

"Please, let him go."
I brought my hands together,
begging on my knees.

"I can't do that princess,
he knows too much."

Jimin smirked, using his shoe
to lightly kick me on my back.

"Please, I'm begging you."
I sobbed, looking at the boy in pain.

"Haven't you begged before?"
Jimin raised his brow.

"I'll do anything."
I bit my lip as tears continued
to fall against my cheeks.

"Alright—"
Jimin whispered as he leaned down to me.

THIS PART HAS BEEN REMOVED DUE TO THE LARGE AMOUNT OF IMMATURE CHILDREN WHO CAN'T TAKE SHIT LIKE THIS SERIOUSLY. RAPE ISN'T FUNNY OR ATTRACTIVE & OF YOU THINK IT IS, YOU CAN GET THE HELL OFF MY PAGE AND FUCK OFF. THANK YOU TO ALL OF MY MATURE AND SINCERE READERS.

All you have to know is that Jimin bribes Alana into doing something, and promises to let Jungkook go in return. Jungkook warns her not to do it, but she does it anyways, to help him get set free. The rest is for you to read.

"There's one thing you don't
know about me princess."
Jimin confidently smirked.

"I don't keep my promises."

"You liar!"
I shouted from below him.

"Hold her still."
Jimin ordered Yoongi.

"You're gonna watch
me kill him, princess."

"Please, stop!"
I screamed as Yoongi lifted my head.

I trembled under his grip, shaking as I watched Jimin move closer to the bloodshed body. He already tortured the boy enough, why make him suffer any more. Yoongi harshly lifted my head again as I tried to look away.

"Make sure she's watching."

Jimin must've noticed me shutting my eyes. He grabbed the same bloody knife he used before and brought the sharp tip up to Jungkook's neck. The poor man screamed so loud, I thought the pain had to kill him soon enough—but no, he was still alive, fighting through the pain. I quietly sobbed as I was forced to watch him get tortured. Jimin was pleased by my reaction, wanting me to cry and fear him.

"Please."
I repeated that one word
more than anything else.

Just as Jimin lifted the knife up, Jungkook jerked his head forward, letting the rope on his neck undo itself. He head-butted Jimin, knocking him to the floor. I shoved Yoongi off of me, and quickly crawled towards the boy. I knelt by his side, un-tying the rope around his wrists and feet.

"Hey, stand still!"
Yoongi shouted, trying to help Jimin up.

I put Jungkook's arm around my shoulder, helping him off the table. Blood gushed from his stomach every time he took a step.

"It's alright, I'm here."
I tried to comfort him.

We are about half way up the stairs when I felt a stinging pain shoot through my hand. I quickly glanced down and turned pale at the sight of a knife through my palm. I let out a muffed scream as I tried to lift my hand, but soon realized that the knife also went through the wood. I was stuck here either way.

"Go."
I screamed at the boy.

"I can't leave you here."
He shed a couple tears as
he clutched onto his stomach.

"Send help as soon as you reach the castle."
I spoke with staggered breaths.

Jungkook nodded before limping away, while a trail of blood followed him. I screamed as Jimin pulled my hair back, trying to focus on which one was more painful. I couldn't say the word please anymore, it's no use.

"Get him!"
Jimin shouted at Yoongi.

Yoongi stormed up the stairs, trying to catch up to the injured boy. A piece of me felt happy—happy that he escaped death in a matter of seconds. I'm just praying that Jungkook will make it in time to save me as well.

Jimin gave no warning and grabbed the knifes handle, ripping it out of my hand. My lungs ached as I screamed loudly, straining my throat. A thick gash was left through my left hand, as blood flowed out.

Jimin grabbed an old looking shirt and tightly wrapped it around my wound, only causing me more and more pain. He lifted me off the steps and threw me over his shoulder—then carried me outside the underground room. Jimin's hand was gripping my thighs, keeping me from falling as he walked through the dark and quiet woods.

"Scream and I'll snap
your neck in two seconds."
He suddenly warned.

This isn't good at all—they won't be able to find me if we leave the give away spot. How will they know where he's taken me? Negative thoughts circled endlessly through my head and when I looked up, I was clueless as to where I was.

"It h-hurts."
I said in reference to
my throbbing hand.

"After all you've done, you
think I actually give a shit?"
Jimin muttered while gripping my thigh.

He had a feeling I would try to escape or shout out for help, but believe it or not, that's not my plan. I laid my head on his shoulder, tired of holding it up.

"I'm not your fucking pillow."
He yelled, startling me.

"Can we at least stop to sleep then?"

"You're funny princess."
He chuckled.

"The fact that you're finding this
amusing, shows your true colors—"

"You're acting like you just
found out I was a murder."

"I just found out you aren't human at all."
I frowned as I spoke.

"I can't say I disagree."
Jimin shrugged his shoulders.

"You're the devil himself."
I continued to jeer insults at him.

"Keep trying to get me mad
princess, it's not gonna work."
Jimin briefly glanced over his shoulder.

"You know, it's like you want me to hurt you.
You're shit of a father kept you locked away
from everything sinful, and now that you've
finally been exposed to it, you're obsessed—attached—and begging for more."

"I want nothing to do with
you—you psycho serial killer!"
I shouted over his shoulder.

"Keep telling yourself that."
Jimin scoffed.

"It won't get you out of here any faster."