I was there again. In front of that cold alley. It was dark like always. A cat purring snapped me out of it as I looked at it's small form disappear in the dark alley.

I turned around to walk back until I heard a voice.

"You did this"

I stopped. He was back. He was standing there with his back facing me. A white blouse with ruffles hung loosely on his thin body. Even in the dark I could see his dangling earring. He had that knife in his hand, blood dripping from it's edge.

I walked towards him.

"You should have saved me, look what I am now"

I put my hand on his shoulder to turn him.

His face came into view when suddenly I felt a splash of water on my face.

It was a dream - specifically the dream I had been having occasionally for 6 years now. At the end of it when I was going to see his face, I always woke up someway or the other.

I slowly opened my eyes and I felt a tug on my wrist. They had chained me to something and my hands felt sore. I looked up to see the Namjoon guy looking at me with his dimpled smile, a glass of water in his hand.

"I hope you had a good sleep, I have to talk to you"

I straightened myself to see that I was no longer wearing the dress. Instead I was wearing a long white tshirt and basketball ball shorts - both clearly belonging to a man. Which one of these fuckers touched me?

"We thought you might be uncomfortable in that dress so we put you into something more cozy. Don't worry no one did any funny business"

"Sure you didn't"

Namjoon chuckled at me before walking up to me with a chair. He placed it in front of me before picking me up and placing me on it.

I could see that the chain that I was held by was pretty long, enough for me to roam the entire room. What if I used it and choked Namjoon right now? I grinned at the thought of it.

"Something funny you would like to share?"

"Nothing, just curious about what would happen if I used this metal chain and choked you right now"

Namjoon's eyes widened for a moment before he had that smile again. "That would be very unfortunate. Yura-ssi you are very brave I must say. All the people I have had on this chair before, especially girls have always ended up crying even before I did anything or begged me for mercy. But here you are, so carefree. You are treading on thin ice"

I smirked.

"Anyway, let us begin with casual conversation first. What is your real name?"

"Kim Yura"

"Real name Yura-ssi, not made up"

"It's Kim Yura. You had my bag, check inside I always carry my driver's license"

"Both of us know how easy it is to make counterfeit identity proofs. Anyway, what do you do for a living?"

"I am a student at NYU. I study criminal psychology. I said that when you asked me last time too"

"What are you doing in Seoul? How did you get into Cabana yesterday?"

"I came to visit Seoul. I came in yesterday because Mino is my friend"

He chuckled. "Song Mino is your friend?"

I just shrugged my shoulders. His eyes got cloudy and he literally had the look in his eyes which wanted to end me right now.

Namjoon was another breed of silent criminals like Yoongi. Sophisticated yet deadly. He was literally the kind of person who would be eating dinner in one room, get up to go kill someone in the other room, wipe his hands on a silk napkin and go back to eating his dinner like nothing had happened.

He grabbed my face, his long fingers resting under my chin as he came closer.

"I am not as patient as I seem. Don't play with me kitten. I may not be aggressive like Jimin but I surely am not gentle either. You answer me truthfully or I will not hesitate to snap that neck"

Namjoon looked at the girl. There was no fear in her eyes. She looked back at him with equal if not more force. This wasn't remotely possible for a ordinary young girl like her to express. He had to find out who she was.

"I told you everything correctly. Now it is up to you to believe me or not"

"You leave me no option but to go the painful way". With that he removed a small pocket knife as he placed it on my thighs. "I will give you one chance to reveal who you are. If you say the truth, I will back off this instance. If you don't, I am gonna make you scream so bad and trust me it won't be a pleasurable one"

I stayed silent. No way was I gonna reveal who I was, come what may.

He smirked at my silence and the next moment the cold metal of the knife was gliding all over my skin, crimson blood following behind. I gripped my fists tightly and gritted my teeth with so much pressure to not bite on my tongue. The pain was so intense. His knife stopped right over my knee. My skin was covered in red as blood kept flowing out of the cut that was sprawled right across my leg.

Namjoon backed off in an instance as he saw the girl. Not a scream not a whimper. For what he had done, someone else would be screaming their lungs out.

I just kept looking at the wound, my eyes not being able to leave it. It hurt so bad, I wanted to cry. But I didn't, I couldn't get myself too. I was shaking because of the pain, my fingers visibly moving uncontrollably. I did not look up, not wanting to meet his eyes.

"I think this should be enough for you for now. This was the most gentle I have ever been. Sit here and watch it bleed - maybe this will make you open your mouth"

With that he left, closing the door behind him.

I was losing blood at a rapid rate. I stood up from the chair, a pool of blood on the seat and dripping down my legs as I limped towards the corner of the room. The chains on both my hands followed behind as I picked up my dress from yesterday.

With whatever strength I had, I ripped it apart, taking a big piece and wrapping it around the wound. The cloth started absorbing the blood, it's pale cream color turning a deep red.

I slumped down on the side before my vision started blacking out. Oh no, please no. I slapped myself with my arm to keep me awake. Due to so much blood loss, I would faint any minute but that could lead to so many more complications within my body.

Water, I wanted water. I saw a bottle lying on the other end of the room. I stood up, wobbling as I made my way to it. Before I could even reach there, I felt so dizzy and nauseous that I lost balance and fell unconscious. In the middle of the room, lay my lifeless and limp body.

The other boys waited outside for Namjoon to come out. The door opened and he walked, wiping his knife with a white cloth.

"Not a word. The same old bullshit story about being a student"

"Hyung you should have been more forceful, maybe then she would speak", Jungkook said.

He raised his knife for everyone to see. "Ran it vertically through her leg, not even a scream or noise. She isn't easy to crack"

The boys all shifted in their seats uncomfortable waiting for their leader to speak. Yoongi stood up and all of them did too.

"Go in now, take care of other businesses. We will deal with her later"

With that he left and all of them headed to take care of their respective businesses. Jungkook and Taehyung went collecting payments, Hoseok took care of his clubs and brothels. Jin and Namjoon sorted the drug consignments that came in while Jimin went in to discuss business with another close associate.

Yoongi on the other hand went into the room where Y/N was lying. He opened the door to see her on the floor. He walked there cautiously as his eyes fell on her leg. He bent down as he carefully pulled the cloth apart. All the blood which was waiting to spill out, stared flowing.

He looked at her for a moment before grabbing a key from his pocket and unlocking the chains. He picked her up as he walked out of the room, closing the lights behind.