Luke emerged from the shower just as you finished pulling your clothes back on. You felt dirty and ashamed. You couldn't believe what you'd done. You had just allowed him to fuck you without any kind of objection. You traded your body for... for what? Your life? Did you even have a life anymore? Was it even worth it to keep up the charade? You hated him, you hated him so much. You hated him more than anything in this world... except... you hated yourself more. You were disgusted with yourself. You had fought for so long never to let someone touch you like he had moments ago. You had struggled and fought and nearly died for the ability to remain free and in control of your own body. Luke had taken that away from you without a second thought.

"That was amazing, babe. Just as perfect as I remember it." Luke said happily. You grimaced and looked away.

He smiled and walked over to you, leaning down to give you a kiss on the cheek. Without thinking, you jerked back. Luke frowned at your movement and took a step closer to you.

"Y/N? Are you alright?" He asked cautiously. You glared up at him, wrapping your arms around yourself.

"I hate you." You whispered softly. Hot, angry tears started to spill out of your eyes. Luke's eyebrows raised in surprise, then his expression darkened hard.

"You hate me?" He asked in a low voice. He took a step to the right, as if protecting you from something. You narrowed your eyes at the movement and turned to face him.

"I hate you and what you just did to me." You snarled, letting venom drip from your voice. Luke scowled and lashed an arm out. His fingers gripped your forearm and his nails dug into your skin, making you wince.

"You begged for it. You wanted it." He hissed, like he was trying to keep his voice down. You glared at him and tried to rip your arm from his grasp.

"I felt like puking on you. I should have." You snapped in return. Luke's eyes flashed in anger and his hand came down hard on your cheek. You gasped and fell to the ground from the impact of the slap. You winced as your knees connected hard with the hardwood floor.

"Stupid bitch." Luke muttered above you. You gritted your teeth and looked up at him to see him running his hands through his hair in anger. "To think I actually believed for a minute that you meant what you said." He mused, cracking a humorless smirk.

"Guess I'm not the stupid one, then." You snapped harshly. Luke's eyes swung to you, a raging fire burning in his eyes. He clenched his fists and you turned away, closing your eyes. You expected him to hit you again, but when nothing came, you turned back in confusion.

He looked down at you, and then up at something on the wall behind him. He grinned, his eyes glinting. You followed his line of sight to see a black dot in the wall. Before you could piece together what is was you were looking at, Luke's hands fisted in your hair and yanked you to a standing position. You cried out, your hands flying to your head as Luke pulled on your hair, almost enough to certainly rip the hair from your scalp. He dragged you along by your hair, with you shouting from the pain, begging him to let you go.

He dragged you through the house and back down the stairs to where the basement. Your cries slowly faded as the pain seemed to dull. Luke opened the door to the basement room and flung you inside. You yelped and stumbled over your feet, falling face-first to the ground. You landed on your hands and knees, breathing heavily. You bared your teeth, anger overcoming you. You looked up, ready to lay waste to Luke, but your voice caught in your throat.

You were looking up at none other than Suga himself. He was sitting in the chair that you had previously been sitting in with his hands tied behind his back. His face was deformed, like he had been tortured. One of his eyes was swelling up and he was bleeding through his nose, lips, and right cheek. Your eyes widened when he looked directly at you. You could see every emotion passing through his dark obsidian eyes. Your own emotions were off the wire. He was here? He was alive! He was hurt... what was happening?

"Y-Yoongi..." You whispered. Before you could say anything more, you received a kick to the back that had you falling face first on the ground. Another kick to the side that forced you rolled over.

"Stop it." You heard Suga growl. You felt chills down your back at his coarse voice. He had definitely taken a large beating recently. Your cheeks paled at the thought.

You rolled yourself back on all fours and crawled away from the loose canon behind you. You crawled around Suga's chair and grabbed the legs to try to pull you upright. You sat on your knees, looking up as Luke cackled, standing above you and Suga.

"Did you enjoy the show, Agust D?" Luke taunted, leaning close to Suga's face. You heard Suga make a guttural sound in his throat that had you trembling. You saw his fists clench behind the chair as he tried to pull himself free of the zip tie. You gasped, when you saw that his wrists were bleeding. Without thinking you grabbed his hands, trying to calm him down. Suga tensed at your touch. You ran your fingers over his closed fists. Your fingers traced the zip tie, wondering if you could somehow free him.

"Bastard." Suga snarled. You looked back around the chair to see Luke laughing as he ran his hands along the frame of a computer that you had just noticed.

You looked at the screen to see video footage of the room you were just in. You tilted your head in confusion as your vision focused on the blinking red light in the corner. What the...? Your mouth went dry when it dawned on you. You quickly pulled your hands away from Suga when you realized what had happened. Luke had done this on purpose. He had a video set up in the room so Suga would be forced to watch as he... as he had sex with you.

You let out a choked sob and scrambled away from Suga's chair. Suga rotated his head over to you as the tears started to stream freely down your face. You looked up into his heavy eyes. Now you could identify some of the emotions in his gaze. Anger, blame, guilt, betrayal... You wrapped your arms around yourself as you scooted back.

"I didn't... I couldn't..." You whispered, still crying uncontrollably. Suga's hard gaze softened as he watched your body shake and shudder in shame. "I'm sorry..." You croaked through the tears.

"How sweet. Unfortunately, I doubt Agust D will be very inclined to forgive you, slut." Luke hissed, sneering at you. You tried wiping away your tears, but there was no use as they kept tumbling down.

The door burst open and Alistair walked in, brandishing a beautiful handgun with red gemstones along the handle. He looked around at the scene, noting you on the floor, the laptop open to the video footage and to Luke, standing menacingly over the two of you. Luke walked over to where you were on the floor and stood behind you. He grabbed your arm under your bicep and forced you to stand, pressing your back to his chest.

Tears continued to streak down your face as Suga rotated to face Alistair again. Alistair had a gun, it only meant he was going to use it on one of you. And from the way he was eyeing Suga with a hungry look on his face, you knew which one of you was going to be first. You started to tremble as Alistair bent towards Suga's face.

"How does it feel to be betrayed by the love of your life? I imagine, pretty shitty." He taunted, Suga curled his lip back to reveal a murderous snarl. You wanted to reach out to him, but Luke's nails dug into your flesh, holding you in place. Alistair looked over at you and Luke and he smirked.

"Who knew all it took for you to spread your legs was the prospect of internet fame. I have half a mind to upload this footage online. I bet we'd get a lot of hits." He winked at you and you gritted your teeth. You pulled against Luke's grip, but one of his hands fisted in your hair and pulled, making you gasp and lean backwards into him to relieve the pressure.

"What do you think, Suga? Should I release you from your bonds so you can shoot your little whore yourself?" Alistair grinned as Suga eyes became molten. "I'm almost tempted to let you kill her. Unfortunately, I know that you've gone soft, so it probably won't have the balls to go through with it."

"Untie me and we'll see how soft I've gotten." Suga snarled ominously. Alistair chuckled.

"Fortunately, I think I'm going to have to pass on that." Alistair said, still smiling.

"Unfortunately, you mean." You hadn't even realized you'd spoken until all eyes were on you. Suga looked at you in surprise at the cutting remark. Alistair's smile was frozen as he raised an eyebrow curiously at you. Alistair turned to you and walked up so he was right in front of your face.

"I don't like disrespect, whore." He growled, moving the gun up to move a strand of your hair out of your face with the tip. As he moved closer and closer to your face, you let the saliva fill in your mouth.

When he was close enough, you took the opportunity to spit in his face, in the exact way you had to Suga all those weeks ago. Alistair grunted and stumbled back, wiping his face in anger. You smirked at his discomfort and glanced at Suga. His eyebrows were raised, and you could see a ghost of a smile on his face.

"Bitch." Alistair lashed his hand out, slapping you hard across the same cheek that Luke had previously slapped earlier. Your head whipped to the side, and Luke jerked the hand in your hair to force you to face front again. You grimaced at the pain.

"Leave her. It's me you want." Suga protested loudly, just as Alistair drew his fist back to punch you again. Alistair exhaled hard and turned away from you, dropping his fist and walking back to Suga.

"You're right. It's you I want." He raised the handgun and pointed it right between Suga's eyes. "It's you I want to kill."

"No! No!" The guttural shriek was out of your mouth and you lurched forward, trying to tackle Alistair before he could pull the trigger. Luke wrapped his arms around you, forcing you to stay put. You struggled and flailed wildly. Alistair guffawed at your pointless struggle.

"Maybe I was wrong, Suga! Maybe this one really does care about you." He exclaimed, an amused look passing over his face. He looked between the two of you and grinned, shrugging. "It doesn't really matter, it'll make it all the more sweet to watch her face as I kill you." Alistair grinned and you felt panic flare in your stomach.

"No! Don't kill him, please! I'll do anything!" You begged frantically, pulling as hard as you could against Luke's grasp. Alistair's grin widened and he pulled the gun away from Suga's forehead. You exhaled hard as Alistair turned his attention back to you. This was good, if you could keep his attention on you, then Suga would be safe for the time being. It would give him more time for an escape plan if he had one.

Alistair lowered the gun and tilted his head at you.

"You want me spare him." He stated. You swallowed and nodded your head. "That kind of request isn't free. That'll come with a steep price." His eyes glinted as he let his eyes wander up and down your body. You felt chills run down your spine at his implication.

You gulped as Alistair nodded to Luke. His arms loosened around you, and eventually they dropped, so you could move. Alistair spread his arms out to you.

"Show me how much you want me to spare his life." He said hungrily, licking his lips. You felt your stomach churn in disgust. You glanced at Suga, who was struggling hard against his bonds.

"No, Y/N, don't. It'll be fine. I'll be fine." Suga pleaded, leaning his head toward the scene. You sent him an apologetic look. You had to do this. If you wanted to save him, if you wanted to keep Alistair's attention off him, then you had to do this.

You stifled your nausea and stepped forward. You reached out to Alistair and curled your hands around his head and neck before bringing his lips to meet yours.

They were as wet and slimy as you remembered. He embraced the open mouth kiss, letting you take the lead as you mashed your tongues together. You tried not to show the disgust on your face, but it was proving very difficult as Alistair started to suck on your bottom lip.

"Fucking bastard, I'll kill you, I'll kill you..." You could hear Suga's strong of threats and swears, but you blocked them out. You pulled Alistair's head closer, angling his head to give both of you better access. He wanted to taste your desperation. You would do anything to keep Suga safe. If that meant giving up your own life and body, then you would.

Alistair's hands started to roam over your body, and you realized that one of his hands still held the gun. Your back tensed as you felt the barrel of the gun roll up your back. Without thinking you grabbed his free hand and brought it to your chest. You placed his palm on your breast and Alistair hummed in appreciation. You felt as the hand holding the gun started to follow. You knew he would want to touch both breasts with both hands to have total control, and you knew you had to keep his attention focused solely on your body. Too keep up the charade, you ran your hands over his chest and down to the front of his pants, just under belt. Alistair growled in satisfaction as you started to stroke the bulge between his pants. You let one hand run over his arm and down to his wrist where the gun rested in his hand. Your hand grazed over his fingers and closed around the gun.

As soon as you had a grip, you ripped the gun away from him and jumped back. You raised the gun and pointed it directly at his forehead. Alistair looked up in surprise, his cheeks flushed, and his lips swollen. Suga let out a grunt of surprise at the sudden turn of events.

Your fingers trembled slightly, but you squeezed the gun hard, pointing it determinedly at Alistair. Alistair ran his fingers over his lips, a smile on his face.

"Very impressive." He said huskily. "I think I understand the infatuation with you. You really are a shot of trouble, aren't you?" He tilted his head and look up, contemplating. "I think when this is all over, I'm going to keep you as my pet." He decided, turning back at you with a hungry smirk. You growled, baring your teeth at him.

"I'm the one pointing a gun at your head. You are in no position to be making threats." You pointed out. Alistair grinned and shook his head. You gasped when you felt pressure in your back and a sharp pain, which told you there was a knife digging in your flesh. You had completely forgotten about Luke standing right behind you. How could you have been so stupid?

"Move one muscle and you die." He snarled behind you. Your arms started to shake as Alistair stepped up and took the gun away from you without a second thought. He laughed at your defeated and angry expression.

"Did you think that stunt would be enough to beat me? How adorably naïve." He jeered as Luke grabbed the back of your shirt and yanked you back into his grasp.

"Now... where were we? Ah yes, time for the execution." Alistair turned back to point the gun back between Suga's eyes. "I think you should say goodbye to your bitch while you have the chance." He snarled mockingly. Suga sighed and rotated his head back to you.

"It's going to be okay, little firecracker. Hang in there." Suga said gently, trying to be reassuring. You felt the tears spill out of your eyes at the sadness in his gaze and the softness in his voice.

"No, no... this can't be the end... no..." You whispered, back to sobbing again. Suga sighed again and faced front. "Please don't kill him!" You cried out. "I'll do anything, I promise I won't fight anymore. I'll be your pet, I'll be your slave. Please don't kill him..." You pleaded.

Alistair laughed and straightened his arm. Alistair removed the safety in the gun and a surge of panic flooded through you.

"I love him!" You burst out. Alistair looked over at you in surprise as Suga closed his eyes. "Please... I love him... you can't kill him..."

Alistair was quiet for a few beats before he started to laugh again, and you gritted your teeth in pain. Luke's grip tightened against you and Suga turned to look at you again. You poured all the emotion into your eyes as you stared at him. He gave you a soft smile.

"I love you..." You whispered. Suga nodded.

"I know, little firecracker. You need to stay strong okay? You can survive this." He whispered, his voice although soft was full of emotion. You shook your head adamantly.

"Not without you." You protested. Suga gave you a small shake of his head.

"Yes, without me. You'll be okay. Be strong for me. I promise you're going to survive this." He repeated, raising his eyebrows. You lower lip started to tremble. Was he really giving up now?

"Y-you can't give up now, Yoongi... please don't give up now..." You begged softly, feeling your knees begin to buckle from exhaustion. Suga gave you a soft smile.

"I'm not giving up. Not ever." He said firmly, narrowing his eyes.

"I don't want to live without you." You croaked, your voice barely above a whisper. Suga inhaled sharply through his nose and you realized how hard he was trying to keep it together.

"I'm not going anywhere. I'll always be with you." He said, trying to reassure you. You felt a wave of anger and panic pass over you.

"Don't give me that crap, Suga!" You shouted. His eyes glistened with moisture and his lip started to tremble as he forced a gentle smile on his face.

"I'm sorry, little firecracker. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you better."

"Protect yourself now!"

Suga gave you a soft sad smile and you felt your heart break. He had really given up.

"Enough chit chat. I want to see your brains splattered on the back wall." Alistair snapped. He grinned as he leaned over Suga's chair, pressing the gun on Suga's forehead.

"Any last words?"