Tan Soo Mi

I didn't break. The whole time I was there I didn't break. No matter what they did, no matter what drugs they gave me to make me at least amplify the pain, to put me out of it-

"Baby sister, you should have just put down the gun like we asked." Tan Eun Min sat on the stool opposite me.

Since I had got here, which honestly was god knows how long ago now, I had been beaten, drugged, stabbed, shot-

Honestly it was a miracle that I was alive right now.

"It's your fault our parents died as well." She hummed. "If you hadn't been born I wouldn't have had to move out to Busan, and I could have been there and helped protect them." I kept quiet, breathing through the physical pain and ignoring the mental pain. "Aren't you going to talk?"

I still kept quiet.

"You're just like Jimin..." She hummed and I must have shown a slight amount of shock. "You didn't know? Little Park Jimin from Bangtan belonged to me at one point when I was much younger. I wasn't head of the gang then... I was practically the vice of the gang. We killed his whole family and took him. We sold him on the market for so much... Not before having our fun with him first."

"You didn't." I spoke for the first time in a while. My voice was hoarse and it hurt to speak. Anger flooded my body. "How fucking could you?!" I screamed at her and she let out a laugh.

"He was a prostitute from the young age of nine." She bragged.

"You sick bitch!" I yelled tugging on the restraints, pain flooding my body.

"Before that we got him hooked on everything we could-"

"You sicko!" I yelled. How could they do that to such a young boy-

"We nearly got that Jungkook as well. But Namjoon got him before we did. Namjoon took him in."

"Thank fuck. I wouldn't want my sister to harm anyone else of such a young age." I spat. "How could you even be my sister, you're such a si-" I let out a yell of pain as the knife she held in her hand plunged into my side. I breathed heavily through it.

"Now now, what way is that to talk to your Unnie." She giggled and I lifted my head and glared at her before spitting in her face. She glared wiping her face with the back of her hand.

"You'll never be my elder sister." I snarled. She raised an eyebrow.

"Boys dose her up. Higher this time." I braced myself for what was about to come.