Suga sat in the black SUV at the end of the street. He checked his watch: 9:22 pm. In exactly eight minutes, Suga would drive up to the familiar house where he would be picked up by Alistair and is men. This was the agreement he had come to when Alistair had contacted them two days ago.

Turn yourself in, and I'll spare her life.

Once Suga and the others knew where Alistair was setting up his camp, it didn't take long for Jimin to hack into their servers and download the security camera footage from the house. Unfortunately, Alistair's men had disabled most of it, but Jimin could salvage one room of the house, his own. It was where Alistair had many meetings and it was enough to get a general idea how many men Alistair had.

There was no sign of Y/N yet, but that didn't surprise Suga. Alistair wasn't stupid enough to let her anywhere near technology if he knew what was good for him. So, when Alistair called, threatening her life, Suga knew that she must still be at the house. Alistair still needed to use her as leverage.

Suga's grip on the steering wheel tightened when he thought about the threats Alistair had made toward Y/N. He had taunted him for his feelings for her and had even mentioned the box of birth control pills that he had found with her. Suga was terrified of what Alistair was doing to her, and he was even more terrified of what he was telling her. Suga knew better than anyone how manipulative and cunning Alistair could be.

Finally, the eight minutes had elapsed. Suga took a deep breath and moved the car forward. He parked in front of the familiar building and stepped outside. Almost immediately, the door burst open and four men charged at Suga with machine gun raised, pointed right at his chest. Suga raised his hands to show he was unarmed as the men approached him. One of them came up to him and lowered his gun before grabbing Suga's arms and pulling them behind his back. Suga grimaced as he pulled hard on Suga's shoulders. Suga could feel him attaching his wrists together with a zip tie.

Suga looked up to see a fifth man leaning against the door of the house, a smirk on his face.

"Agust D... It's been too long, my friend." Alistair said, inspecting his fingernails nonchalantly. Suga smiled with narrowed eyes as he noticed dried blood on Alistair's rings on his hand. Suga clenched his fists behind his back, vowing to return the favor if Alistair had hurt his little firecracker in any way.

"Quite noble of you to sacrifice yourself." Alistair continued, an evil glint in his eyes. Suga was shoved forward by the men and he allowed himself to be led up the steps to his own house. Before he could be ushered inside. Alistair grabbed his arm and leaned close to his ear.

"Too bad it'll all be for nothing." He hissed spitefully. Suga clenched his jaw, forcing himself not to react. Suga was shoved inside the house roughly as Alistair released him. He looked around the familiar living room, noticing the differences from when his gang resided here. Now, instead of the furniture, everything had been cleared out to make room for stacks and stacks of weapons in boxes. Suga recognized an entire crate of hand grenades and machine guns. It looked like Alistair was getting ready for war.

Suga was shoved forward and led to the basement of the house when he was shoved into the small room in the basement that Suga used to use as a storage space. Now, it looked like an interrogation room, with a single hanging light and a chair in the center of the room. He was forced to sit in the chair with his arms still attached uncomfortably behind his back.

The four men with the guns stood all around him, still pointing their weapons at him. Suga found it a little hilarious that they still perceived him a threat even though he was voluntarily turning himself in and he was completely immobilized. Alistair walked into the room and leaned against the wall with a smug smile on his face.

"I still can't believe you would turn yourself in for that whore." Alistair mused, a large grin on his face. Suga narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips. He tried to remain emotionless as Alistair's eyes glinted mischievously.

"I mean," Alistair started to pace in front of him casually, waving his arms animatedly. "She's not even that pretty. Although, there is something about her that makes you just want to..." He trailed off and licked his lips, making Suga shudder and his rage increase. "I'm not going to lie, I almost took her for myself when she was with me." He grinned as Suga's jaw tightened and his fists clenched.

"What do you mean 'when she was with you'?" Suga demanded, trying to keep his anger from clouding his judgment. He knew that Alistair would try to taunt him, but he needed to be smart. He couldn't let his feelings get in the way of this. Alistair's grin widened as he turned to face Suga again.

"Do you really think she's still in this house? How much of a fool do you take me for?" Alistair jeered, watching in amusement as Suga's face paled. That was not part of the plan. Suga was not expecting them to have moved Y/N. This would be a major complication in the plan. He needed to find out where she was.

"If you've hurt her at all..." Suga said gruffly. He didn't recognize his own voice at how angry and dark it came out. Alistair laughed, throwing his head back. The sound sent chills down Suga's spine.

"What are you going to do? You have no more power. Your gang has crumbled, your followers have dispersed, and I have your girl under my thumb. You are in no position to be making threats." Alistair sneered with a cruel smirk. Suga took a breath, relief flooding through him. Alistair was bluffing. Suga could see it in the way Alistair spoke and how his eyes glinted. Alistair wouldn't let her out of his sights so easily. Especially since he knew what she was capable of. Y/N was still here somewhere, Suga was sure of it.

"I have been waiting for this day. When I can finally look you in the eye and tell you that I beat you. I defeated you and I took everything you hold dear. And once I'm satisfied with your misery, I will put a bullet between your eyes." Alistair grinned evilly. Suga's lip circled into a humorless smile at Alistair's threats. It seemed like he was more interested in taunting Suga than he was anything else.

"You're getting pretty worked up there, Alistair. Be careful not to pop a vessel." Suga drawled, lifting an eyebrow. Alistair's grin flinched, but he composed himself and grinned wider.

"Words cannot describe how much I hate you." He snarled. Suga narrowed his eyes and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly. Maybe taunting Alistair wasn't the best way to go in this situation, but how could he not when Alistair had set him up so nicely?

"I don't know, Alistair. You seem a little infatuated with me. How long have you been plotting my downfall? Years? Seems a little like an unhealthy obsession if you ask me." Alistair's face strained as Suga smirked and leaned forward. "Honestly, if you wanted to fuck me, all you had to was ask." Suga drawled, sneering as Alistair's smile fell off his face. Alistair raised his hand and punched Suga hard on his jaw. Suga's head whipped to the side as he felt his ears ringing from the force of the blow and blood filling his mouth. He forgot Alistair was wearing rings.

"I am not gay." Alistair snarled. Suga laughed and rotated his back to face him.

"It's 2019, Alistair. You think anyone is one hundred percent straight?" He chuckled as Alistair bristled and raised his fist again to punch him. Suga grinned through a bloody lip. "Just... Just promise me one thing." He added through a fit of laughter. "Promise me you won't get off to me after you kill me. Gay is one thing, but necrophilia just isn't cool, man."

Suga saw the punch coming before it happened. Alistair's fist connected with his cheekbone and before he could recover, he received another punch to the other cheek. Alistair punches to his face didn't stop there as he was starting to lose control. Suga lost count of the number of blows to his face as blood dribbled down his chin and onto his shirt. He started to laugh through the punches. If he was going to die here, at least it would be knowing that he could still hurt Alistair where it counted.

After a while, the punching finally stopped and Suga's whole face was epicenter of pain. He could barely open his eyes or mouth without wincing from the pain. He was sure that his nose and lips were bleeding and he wouldn't be surprised if there were cuts on his cheeks and jaw from where Alistair's rings cut into his skin. He rotated his head back to where Alistair was breathing heavily. Suga looked down at Alistair's hands to see them bruised and covered in blood, probably a mix of his own and Suga's.

"Did that make you feel better?" Suga croaked, trying to smile through his swollen cheeks. Alistair growled under his breath and clenched his fists. He looked like he was about to punch Suga again when there was a knock at the door. Suga tried to hide is relief as Alistair turned around and opened the door. Another man stepped into the room with a smug look on his face. His eyes landed on Suga and he smirked as Alistair whispered something in his ear. Suga raised an eyebrow curiously. He had no idea who this new person was, but he seemed like one of Alistair's associates. From the way he carried himself, this wasn't one of his lackeys. This man held some kind of power in the Underground. Alistair left the room, still trembling in rage.

Suga called out after him. "Don't let the door hit you on the way out!" He shouted cheerfully. The new man shut the door to the room and crossed his arms as he studied Suga. Suga raised an eyebrow after a few tense moments.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." He said, watching as the corners of the man's mouth lifted.

"No need. You won't be around for much longer." He said casually. He grabbed a chair off the wall and sat down in front of Suga. His smile was irritating and Suga had to resist the urge to scowl at him. Instead, he placed an emotionless mask over his face and leaned back in his chair. The man tilted his head curiously.

"Do you know who I am?" He asked. Suga rolled his eyes.

"Mary Poppins?" He threw out sarcastically. The man laughed, showing his white teeth.

"I take that as a no. My name is Lucas Mathers. I am the leader of the Crimson Suits." He stated, watching Suga's face closely. Suga pursed his lips. Why did his name sound so familiar? Suga could have sworn he had heard it before, but he couldn't put his finger on where.

He knew the name of the gang, however. The Crimson Suits were the largest gang associated with The Underground, Alistair's domain. It made sense that Alistair would assume the help of such a large gang, but what didn't make sense is why the leader of said gang had taken an interest in Suga. Bulletproofs and Suits rarely interacted, if at all. Their territories were on opposite sides, so there wasn't much dispute over turf or terrain.

"Still confused? I'm surprised she never talked about me." Mathers continued, shrugging slightly. Suga narrowed his eyes. She? Was he talking about Y/N? Why would Y/N know who he was?

Suddenly it hit him: where he had heard the name before. It was the name of Y/N's ex-boyfriend. The obsessive, abusive boyfriend who had mistreated her and damaged her to the point where she could barely talk about him without having PTSD panic attacks. Suga's hands fisted behind his back and he started to grind his teeth. This was her ex-boyfriend? A leader of a large trafficking gang and a hot-shot lawyer in the real world? He was working with Alistair the whole time, which only meant that if Suga hadn't busted Y/N out of the police station, he would have taken her to Alistair anyway. Was all of this to bring Y/N back to him? Just how obsessed with her was he?

Suga glared at Mathers, growling slightly and grinding his teeth in rage. His mask was gone as he started to show his anger plain on his face. If he was given the chance, he would smash this man's head against a brick wall repeatedly for what he had done to Y/N. Mathers nodded at Suga's expression.

"I see my reputation precedes me." He said lightly, making Suga clenched his jaw so hard, he might have chipped a tooth.

"You're Y/N's ex-boyfriend." Suga ground out, pulling hard at the zip tie behind his back. He would very much like to introduce this man's face to his fist, if only he could get himself out of the zip tie. Lucas Mathers smiled and tucked his hands behind his head, leaning back on the chair.

"I think you need you get rid of the 'ex' in that statement." He said triumphantly. Suga snarled angrily.

"She left you. After you beat her and forced her to have sex with her for over five years." He growled, letting every ounce of anger, hatred, and vengeance seep into his voice. Lucas rolled his eyes.

"She really has you wrapped around her little finger." Lucas said, leaning forward slightly. "She's not some innocent little angel as she would have you believe. I never forced myself on her." He took a breath and crossed his arms as Suga continued to shake as the fury refused to die down.

"Don't you find it strange that she was able to afford a nice house with a job that barely pays above minimum wage? On top of that, how do you think she was able to maintain her lifestyle with a deadbeat, drug-addict of a father?" Mather's lips curled distastefully as Suga swallowed hard. He had never given much thought to Y/N's life before him. But he had to remind himself that Maters would say anything to manipulate and lie to drive a wedge between them. He wouldn't let it happen.

"She told you that she left me, but did she tell you that she stole fifty thousand dollars from me before she left?" Lucas asked. He nodded at the surprise on Suga's face. "Did she also tell you that she keyed my car and cost me several grand in repairs?"

"Seems to me like you deserved it." Suga snarled bitterly.

"I spoiled her." Lucas snapped, letting some resentment into his voice. "I brought her everything she could ever want. Clothes, jewelry, diamonds, everything a girl could want. I treated her like a queen, and she betrayed me. You think I abused her and force myself on her. I never did any of those things. She wanted me to hit her."

"Right, yeah, I'm sure she did." Suga scoffed and rolled his eyes. Lucas was grasping at straws. He was trying to justify the abuse and it was sickening. Suga was a very violent person, he knew that. But he also knew that he was never violent toward someone unless he had a reason. A good reason.

"I'm serious. She wanted me to hit her. Especially when we were having sex. She would ask me to choke her, to pull her hair. She's kinky like that. I never hurt her unless she wanted me to." Suga's vision went slightly red when he thought about Y/N and Lucas in bed together. It made him want to use Mather's face as a personal punching bag. Lucas' eyes darkened. "She's a manipulative, two-faced skank." He snarled. Suga's lip curled at Lucas' insults.

"Why are you still introducing yourself as her boyfriend then?" He snapped. Lucas' anger seemed to subside, and his gaze went hazy. He smiled and looked into Suga's eyes.

"She loves me. She's my little manipulative bitch. I know her better than she knows herself. I can protect her." He said, obviously delusional. Suga laughed out loud and Lucas narrowed his eyes at Suga's reaction.

"Laugh all you want. She was the abusive one in our relationship. Did you know she cheated on me several times during our relationship? I bet she never told you about the number of times she would go out to the nightclubs to have one-night stands in our bed."

Suga scoffed and rolled his eyes. This all seemed a little far-fetched to him. He knew his little firecracker wasn't capable of that. She was in no way helpless or innocent, but she most certainly wouldn't cheat or manipulate like Lucas was claiming.

"You still look skeptical. Would you like me to show you?" Lucas stood up and smirked. "You sacrificed yourself for her, didn't you? I'm sure you believe that she might care for you, maybe even that she loves you. She doesn't. She's been playing you from the start."

Lucas snapped his fingers and the four men surrounding him left the room for a second to bring in a computer on a small rolling desk. Lucas opened the computer and pulled up video footage. He placed the computer in front of Suga's chair, just far enough where Suga couldn't reach it, but close enough that Suga could still see the footage with ease.

Suga narrowed his eyes at the video footage when he recognized the place. It was his bedroom. Only a few rooms above him and sitting on the bed was his little firecracker. Suga jerked forward when he recognized her. He squinted, looking over her body, scanning for any injuries. She seemed unharmed, aside from a cut lingering cuts and bruises on her face. The red light in the corner of the screen confirmed that this was a live video feed. She was so close...

Lucas stepped back from the computer and grinned at Suga.

"You think she's this wonderful angel who loves you. This will show you that you're dead wrong. You're going to watch as she and I have... a little fun." He grinned and Suga jerked hard on the chair. Rage and panic rose in his chest at Lucas' implication. She wouldn't... she wouldn't do this, would she? If he forced her to do this, Suga would rip him limb from limb.

"If you touch her in any way..." he whispered, ready to promise a fate worse than death. Lucas laughed and leaned close to Suga's face without any fear of him getting loose.

"Everything we do will be consensual, I promise you. And you'll get front row tickets to the show! Please hold your applause until I return." Lucas grinned and beckoned for the men to follow him out of the room leaving Suga alone in the room, watching the video footage of Y/N sitting quietly on his bed.

Suga's breathing picked up as panic started to overtake him. He needed to get out of here now. He needed to get to her, to protect her, to warn her, to stop her. He pulled against the zip tie, but to no avail. He needed a knife or something sharp. There was nothing in this room, aside from his chair and the computer screen. Suga let out a guttural sound in his throat as he stared at the screen frantically.

Please don't do this, Y/N...

He gulped as Y/N's head turned toward the door. She stood up as Lucas entered the room. He smiled and pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her smaller frame. Suga jerked hard, feeling his teeth grinding together. Suga watched in horror as Lucas bent down to kiss her. Y/N returned the kiss and Suga felt tears well up in his eyes. He struggled harder against the zip tie, knowing that his wrists were probably bleeding by now.

Lucas bent down to whisper something in her ear, turning her head away from the camera. Suga yanked on his arms as her back stiffened for a split second, then she relaxed. She allowed Lucas to kiss her again, pulling her t-shirt off her slim body. Suga watched helplessly as he lowered her to the bed, kissing her neck and down her chest.

He looked away when Lucas reached her breasts. He couldn't watch this. Couldn't watch her betray him. Couldn't watch Lucas take advantage of her. Why was she doing this? Why was she letting him do this to her? Suga knew she could fight. He had seen her in action. Why didn't she fight him?

Maybe... maybe Lucas was right. Maybe she wasn't who he thought she was.

Suga felt his heart break as he glanced back at the screen to see her on her back on the bed, her legs spread as Lucas stood over her, unbuckling the belt to his pants.

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You were trying not to shake as Lucas lowered himself down to you. As he entered, you gasped hard at the sudden pain. You tried to hide your discomfort as Lucas started to thrust. You felt tears well up in your eyes. You knew it was only a matter of time before Lucas demanded sex from you. You had hoped to avoid it, but it was inescapable. And when Lucas whispered in your ear, your blood had run cold and all the color had drained from your face.

We won, baby.

Three words. Three words were enough to make you lose all hope. Those three words could only mean one thing. They had killed Suga and the others. You barely had any time to register your grief before Lucas was inside. You wanted to cry, you wanted to sob, but you couldn't. You were numb, unfeeling, and the ice around your heart only seemed to grow colder as you let him fuck you. You were defeated.

You had become so accustomed at this point to faking it. It had been days since you were taken, since you were forced to pretend to love Luke. It seemed to be programmed in you to continue the charade, even if it didn't feel necessary anymore.

So, you sucked in your tears and responded to his thrusts. You forced yourself to pretend to like it. Pretended to moan in pleasure instead of pain. And you let him dominate you. You let him use you and thrust inside you until he finally pulled out and released on your stomach. When he was finally finished, you pretended to finish with him. Luke placed a kiss on your temple, that would have been sweet if it didn't make you want to vomit. He left you lying on the bed to take a shower. You curled up on the bed, your eyes burning from unshed tears.

You were numb now. There was no point in fighting so hard anymore. They were dead, Suga was dead. Everything was pointless. Why did you even bother try to keep living? You couldn't remember. Now, Luke had taken everything from you. Your dignity, your pride, and now the only reason you were still living. What did it matter anymore? It was over... he won... you were defeated.