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        How to stay rid of emoti|

Warning: non/con, forced intercourse, forcing, bondage, mental damage, trigger warnings

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Namjoon stayed silent as Yoongi drove with Mi Cha in the passenger seat and he himself in the back of the SUV. He was scared. When Yoongi picked him up at Seokjin's apartment, who had brought them there to keep his vacation home secret, he didn't speak a word.

Namjoon believed he was safe, that his little slip ups, yes he had more than one, of joy were gone unnoticed. That was until Yoongi placed him in the back of the car and whispered in his ear. "That was twelve to many." Then slammed the door shut.

Namjoon wished the car ride home was longer, but nobody was on the poor human's side. The car stopped and Yoongi opened the back door. "Take our things down and put them in Mi Cha and I's room and be fast."

Namjoon did his best, but in the end, Yoongi had to finish the task. Not much can be done by a human who can't walk on his two legs.

The door slammed shut as Namjoon was forced down the basement stairs. Yoongi thought a simple threat would stop the pet's pink. Human's should fear hybrids, not love them. So, he decided to scar the male instead.

"Just because you're my mate, doesn't mean you can do whatever you fucking want." Yoongi growls, his tail puffed in frustration and ears laid back against his head. Yoongi walked away to prepare whatever he had to, this gave Namjoon time to look around.

It was just a normal basement, well, for a CEO. The basement was huge, like a mini house. There were other rooms as well. The room he is in right now seems to be a gaming room. A flat screen, not as big as the one upstairs, was sat on top of a stand, cabinets holding different games for different up to date consoles. Soft, leather sofas and fabric beanbags. Tannish carpeting. 

Everything just seemed so, lively. Nothing like dark and lonely he had once thought.

"Get over here!"

Namjoon snapped out of his trance and ran after his mate's voice. Yes, that is what Namjoon refers Yoongi as instead of owner, his mate.

Once he found where Yoongi was residing, fear took his entire body. A bedroom. Seems to be a spare of some sort.

"Get on the bed, now."

Namjoon did. He sat on the bed, this caused Yoongi to glare at him. Letting out a hiss, Namjoon laid down. Handcuffs. He was handcuffed to the bed's post by his wrists and ankles. His heart raced. Yoongi smiled as the string turned purple, a deep purple. Fear.

A knock was heard on the bedroom's door. Namjoon flinched. Who is that? Is it the woman?

Yoongi smirks. "I figured this is the best approach to your submission. I don't want you fucking happy. You can be whatever other emotion but happy. Your life is mine. So...." Yoongi blindfolds Namjoon. "I called a few friends to show you your place." The door opens to reveal a Labrador, Lemur, and Cheetah hybrid, all males. "I don't care what scars are left behind, just make sure he is mentally broken."

That was the last thing Namjoon heard from his mate before the door closed. He can feel more presence standing around him. "Eh, not the best human to look at but a fucks a fuck." A deep voice spoke.

That brought a shiver to run up Namjoon's spine. He started to kick when hands touched his hips. Don't touch me! I'm not yours to touch!

It hurt. It hurt to hear the clothes Seokjin bought him being torn off his body. It hurt to feel the claws scratch his side, chest, and stomach. It hurt with every thrust being forced into his hole.

His screams went unheard. Sometimes his mouth was covered, other times it was left to be free......until a tongue was shoved inside or another weird object he doesn't want to think about.

Namjoon just thought about his bond with Yoongi. Seokjin had classed him through more information about the String of Fate. So he wonders, can Yoongi feel my pain?

Tears fell down his cheeks. Every struggle did nothing to free him of the handcuffs. He can feel every loads of the male hybrids' warm liquid. He doesn't want it.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I won't be happy anymore! I promise! Just make it stop! Please!

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Yoongi sat in his home office, rubbing his face in frustration. One of the boy bands under his entertainment is debuting soon. So far, they've been getting a lot of recognition, they should be, they are all good looking, sing and/or rap well, dance in sync. But there is one thing they all have in common, a mental disorder.

So far, no problem has occurred, Yoongi has high hopes for the five boys. Each one having the dream to be famous and letting their voices be heard. Show that everyone struggles and still come out on top. Inspirational more or less.

The String stopped flickering, forcing Yoongi to look up from his computer. They must be done.

Making his way to the basement, Yoongi met up with his three coworkers. They had a chat, mostly about work and schedules, before they saw their way out. Once the three were gone, Yoongi continued to the bedroom. He can hear the human's whimpering, so opening the door he entered.

Blood.

A lot of blood was coming out of Koya's hole and a few small streams from his sides. Bruises were showing as well. Taking out the key from his pocket, he uncuffed Koya's limbs, yanked the blindfold off and forced him off the bed. No one said anything. Yoongi just kept his grip on Koya's hair, forcing him to walk upstairs and inside the garage.

Namjoon kept crying. His tears never ending. The pain with each step was unbearable. His back ached, legs burned, body.....damaged. His old owner, was his owner, the mental hurt wasn't as bad as this. His own mate......gave him to strangers....to use at their own discretion.....his heart is breaking....

Namjoon was brought back to reality when his kennel door was slammed shut and locked. Locked with a padlock. Namjoon was tired, but still managed to place his fingers on the bars' spaces. Yoongi walked away but before he left, he spoke, "no more pink." Then turned off the lights and left.

Namjoon's tears kept on going, but he made no sound. Just stared at the garage door Yoongi disappeared from. He can't move. He can't.......feel anything......

Am I dying?

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He is dying.....just not physically......