(JUST A WARNING, IT'LL GET A BIT DARK, IT'S NOT MATURE CONTENT. BUT JUST IN CASE.)

BINNIE POV:

"I've done it. Part 2 is done. But I swear Vick if she's harmed in any way, I- I don't know what I'll do but I'm gonna rip this guy from shred to shred." I said, tears running down my cheeks.

I confirmed that (Y/N) had been taken and as much as I wanted to rip the guy's body from limb to limb, I had agreed to the plan. And now she was gone. And I didn't know what was going to happen. But I prayed this nightmare to be over.

"She'll be fine Binnie, I swear it." Vick promised before ending the call.

I left the café, rushing to (Y/N)'s apartment to wait for the guys to come, when we had been walking she had slipped her hand casually into my back pocket to slip in her keys, having already told me the passcode. Every action had been deliberate. Every move carefully planned.

I just hoped she made it out okay.

She just had to be.

BTS POV:

We were all on our lunch break- it was quite a late one, but the interview ended up overrunning and because of that our schedule had to be pushed forward a bit.

We were all just lounging around, stealing food from each other's plate. Food always seemed to taste better and look more appealing when it was someone else's.

"I wander what (Y/N) is doing." Tae wondered aloud drawing the attention of the other members.

"Probably at the salon. This hour tends to be one of the emptier ones for salons, easier to get attended to." Jin spoke up wisdom and knowledge radiating from his statement as he examined his own nails.

"Hyung, how do you know that?" Yoongi spoke up, a teasing lilt in his voice as he shovelled a mouthful of chicken in.

"Yah...self-care is very important you know!" he defended pouting at the burst of laughter that ripped through the members' throats.

Jungkook was holding his mouth open expectantly as he tilted his head towards Taehyung who brought the noodles forward to his mouth and he slurped it up, humming with appreciation at the burst of flavours that hit his tongue.

"Aigoo Kookie, never grow up!" Jimin cooed reaching over to pinch a cheek as Tae clutched dramatically clutched at his heart.

"Hyungs, I'm not the youngest. Stop it..." he said half-heartedly, but the members all knew Kookie melted when he was babied. He tried to be mature, but he didn't mind being coddled. Not at all.

They silently wandered what (Y/N) was upto as they waited aimlessly for their manager to drive them back to the company. They had a dance practice video to film but that was it. Then they'd go home.

TRACE POV:

"He's on the move. From what Binnie just said, part 2 is complete. Now it's the hard part." I sighed.

Now was the hardest part and the longest part.

We had to wait until we had the sufficient evidence before we could intervene. And that was why it was so hard.

(Y/N) had to stay with the bastard until he made a move but until then we had no grounds to arrest him on Korean soil.

I already wanted to intervene, my hands were bunched up as I tried and failed to think positively. (Y/N) was so vulnerable the first time we'd met her, and I hoped that this incident wouldn't set her back.

"It'll be okay Trace. We just have to wait it out." Will whispered but he looked shattered. He had been the first one out of the three of us to meet her and they were extremely close.

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"Uriel, I'm here what did you need?" I swung open the door, calling out to my brother.

"It's okay, Will is harmless. He cried once when he stepped on a caterpillar." Uriel spoke to someone in a soft voice, I didn't even know he was able to produce such a tone. Wait a minute.

"Hey, you swore you'd never bring that up. I made brownies for you remember? The betrayal...the hurt...Uriel you're a traitor!" I yelled out.

A small sniff before a broken laugh came from behind Uriel.

He stood up and moved to the side revealing a small figure sitting behind him. She was clothed in a full sleeve top and jeans. In the middle of summer. Colorado's summer. Her long wavy hair fell over her shoulders and came tumbling down.

She had a hand pressed to her mouth; she was trying to suppress the sounds coming out from her mouth as she cried. Tears that slowly coursed down her cheeks.

I looked to Uriel for confirmation and he nodded before subtly tilting his head towards her.

I moved forward slowly.

I tentatively brought a hand up but immediately lowered it when I noticed the imperceptible flinch that wracked her whole body. No physical contact.

"Hey I'm Will. I like being a couch potato and eating cookies with milk." Heart lightening at the soft almost silent giggle that interrupted her crying.

I smiled wryly at her, looking down at her withdrawn figure.

I could sense she needed help, but more than that she needed someone she could trust, confide in. And I was gonna be that person for her.

"Well friend. Let's go get some cookies." I suggested, grinning when she slowly stood up.

Oh, she was tiny. My tall frame towered over hers. She brought out my instincts to just...snuggle. Despite the fatigue and weariness in her eyes, there was a spark of life in them.

She wasn't ready to give up. And neither was I.

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Will suddenly shook his head.

"I'm not letting anything happen to her Trace. None of us are." He vowed.

"The boys are on their way back to the apartment. I've informed Binnie but who knows how they'll react. I'm gonna head over to calm the situation. The last thing we need is them acting reckless." Vick said entering the room having just gotten off the call with one of their managers, Seijin, I presume before heading to the door.

We turned our head back towards the screen, the blinking red light slowly moving as (Y/N)'s location changed our eyes not ready to leave it until we had a fixed location.

UNKNOWN POV:

I swung her body up into my arms, heart settling at having her in them again. I placed her onto the back seats settling her down gently and leaning over to stroke her hair back from her face. Her face was blank, expressionless.

Don't worry love, I'll make that face expressive. With pleasure. But what's a little pleasure, without a little pain? I thought before closing the door and getting into the driver seat driving us back home.

I got out the car after parking, opening the door to sweep her into my arms and carry her to my, no...our apartment. I quickly entered, shutting the door behind me before setting off towards the bedroom to set her down onto the white silk sheets.

A bed fit for a queen. My queen.

Her hair splayed out around her head like a halo, my angel. Her clothes didn't match though. My blood boiled at the sight of her in a dress, the low neckline, the high skirt, exposing herself for anyone to see. She wasn't anyone's to see, just mine. Only I got to see her in such clothes. Only I got to see what was underneath.

I shook my head; these clothes wouldn't do.

Oh baby, you've gotten yourself in trouble.

(Y/N) POV:

My head was pounding, and my eyes felt heavy as I tried to pry them open, they opened fractionally before they slid shut again. The effort to wake up was so hard but I knew I needed to be conscious. Who knew what could happen the longer I was in this haze?

I forced my eyes open, narrowing them at the sensitivity as the bright light from the ceiling momentarily blinded me.

I tried to move but I couldn't. My body felt weighted down. I tried to move my arms and legs, but I couldn't. As I became more aware of my surroundings, I realised my body was numb, I couldn't move my limbs. Not from a lack of trying.

A low chuckle came from my side. I moved my head, thankfully it wasn't immobile and saw the face I'd feared, lost sleep over. Lost myself over.

Cruel dark eyes lazily examined me, I felt exposed and naked under the intensity of his stare as he scanned my face and then down my body. His lips twisted in a smile, but I knew the cruelty that lay under it. The handsome face I had once dreamt of, began to love, his slightly tan complexion and the messy black curls that fell over his forehead.

"It's been a long-time baby." He crooned lifting a hand to trail a finger down the side of my face, I shuddered under the touch trying but failing to move away.

He seemed to notice the struggle.

"Oh, you're not going anywhere. It took me so long to get you, I want to spend forever with you. Just you." as he pulled my unresponsive body onto his sprawled-out figure trapping me with his arms around me.

I knew the strength in those hands, my neck was testament to it.

"Shame those pretty marks that were on your neck are gone. And now you're wearing a collar." He spat out venomously as he eyed the necklace Binnie had so tenderly placed around my neck not so long ago.

My head whipped to look at the window but there was no light seeping through. Realisation flooded me, icy and brutal as I realised the day had passed.

"You've been teasing me, being asleep for so long, looking how you are. Did you wear the dress for me baby?" he whispered into my ear, my body wracking with shudders as his hot breath fanned over my neck.

I opened my mouth, but he cut me off.

"Ah ah, do you know how angry it made me to see your boy-toy kiss you, touch you. I knew he was never a friend. He's been playing with what's mine for far too long. Well, I'll just have to get rid of his touch." He said, voice low but striking a chord of fear and despair in me.

My eyes scanned the room, but I felt myself freeze and my head go limp as I saw the wall plastered with photos. They were all photos of me. So many of them. When had he taken them? Mixed in with the old were countless ones of me around the city, it made me feel like something was crawling over my skin.

I had been watched for so long. And never realised. The paranoia hadn't been just that, it had been gut instinct. And I'd ignored it.

"Do you like them baby? I wasn't with you, so I needed something to look at." He said, arms tightening around my waist.

He twisted our bodies sideways, so we were facing each other.

"You know, the necklace is rather fetching. But I think you need your throat to be covered in bruises again. They make you look so pretty. They tell the world you're mine." He smirked before leaning forwards, I jerked my head back praying and willing my body to cooperate.

His face contorted with anger before he relished in my struggle looking down at my stiff body.

"Now now, you don't think it was any old drug I used. I spent months perfecting this for you baby." Before smashing his lips onto my neck and suckling.

Pain flared from where he had attached his lips firmly onto as he pulled, tugged and bit at my skin making me whimper, but I felt him smile against my neck at the sound before resuming. He moved onto another part of my neck and soon he'd decorated my collarbones and neck with an array of marks, the stinging worsening because with each mark he moved on with more fervour.

I couldn't stop my tears from welling up and when he at last detached himself he looked up and beamed at my face.

"You look so pretty squirming under me baby. And so responsive. I always loved that about you." As he caged my body with his, pressing down firmly as he admired my neck.

I felt my whole body heave and recoil from the closeness as his weight crushed me, bearing down on me. He didn't leave any space between us and he ground down violently, mouth dropped open with pleasure as I felt his body start to physically respond to his actions.

"Please stop. Don't do this." I whispered, hearing the dejection and hopelessness in my voice as I pleaded with him.

He withdrew slightly, frowning.

His hands gripped my arms tightly as he hissed in my face.

"Don't be ungrateful. No-one would want you as used as you are. I gave you a place in my heart and yet again you just can't seem to learn, can you?" as the grip became even tighter and his eyes widened, glazed over with a manic intensity.

He got off me all of a sudden and I gasped for breath.

"We've got to shut that mouth. You're gonna learn to take what I give and without complaint." As he withdrew to walk away slightly before coming back with a syringe in hand.

He grasped my wrist and injected the fluid into my vein with a brutal precision.

"Now you're gonna be the perfect doll. Mine for the taking. Mine for the breaking." He whispered, as though letting me into some secret.

Whatever it was, flooded through my bloodstream quickly. The numbness in my body which was slowly beginning to dissipate returned in a stronger surge, but it spread through my neck too, travelling upwards. My jaw went lax and my mouth dropped open. I tried to shut it but couldn't.

He grinned at me from where he stood, his figure towering over mine which lay discarded on the bed.

Vick, now. I pleaded internally. Now. Hurry, please.

A last whimper ripped itself from my throat before I went silent.

His approaching figure making my rational side shriek and protest and want to hurl myself through the window, but physically I couldn't. And emotionally...I was burning and blistering from fear, despair and an impeding sense of horror.

(DON'T KILL ME PLEASE! I WAS GONNA STICK TO ONE UPDATE BUT HERE WE ARE. A SECOND ONE, THAT TOO AT THE SAME TIME AS THE FIRST. PLOT IS ON NOW! AS I WAS WRITING THIS I CONSIDERED DELETING IT, BUT THE BAD HAS GOT TO HAPPEN FOR THE GOOD TO COME. I SWEAR THAT IT WON'T GO ON FOR LONGER, WE'RE AT THE CLIMAX OF EVIL GUY. NOW WE JUST NEED HIM TO GET HIS GODDAMN SELF AWAY FROM (Y/N) AND LOCKED AWAY FAR IN THE MIDDLE OF AZKABAN AND GIVEN THE DEMENTOR'S KISS PRONTO THEN CHUCKED INTO THE BERMUDA. I'M SORRY IF THE CONTENT WAS DISTURBING OR UPSETTING, I DIDN'T GO INTO FULL DETAIL BECAUSE I JUST COULDN'T... I TRIED TO BE AS BRIEF AS POSSIBLE ONLY STICKING IN WHAT'S NECESSARY FOR THE PLOT.)

See you guys soon with another update and the hopeful downfall of the action.

Stay safe! Mentally kill and torture him until then!

Borahae! PurpleQueenie <3 💜💜💜