Third Person POV

(Italicized is English)

The five men stepped into the room and looked around slowly. They were assessing the room, looking for any signs of fowl play. "Where is he?" The leader of the group demanded. The bed in the center of the room made a small sound and one of the men approached it.

"Here. The bitch is here, all prettied up, just as promised." There on the bed lay Taehyung, drugged up and barely conscious. He was in nothing but a skimpy silk nightgown that was sheer in appearance. His hands were bound to the bedpost, even though he wouldn't be able to move even if he wanted to.

His newest punishment. For disobeying his 'master'. Taehyung whimpered as three more men approached the bed and stood before him, looking down in lust. Their eyes roamed over his body like he was a meal. He couldn't move, he couldn't even form a word as one of them ripped the nightgown off of him.

The only thing protecting him from the chilly room now gone, Taehyung shivered, goosebumps forming along his skin. "Cold, baby? We'll warm you up."

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Jungkook stepped off of his jet and looked around, his team behind him. In front of him stood James Corthen, one of his 'business' partners in the states. "Sir, welcome to the states. It has been a long time."

"I see your Korean improved." I mused. He bowed in respect and then cleared his throat.

"Everything you wanted has been prepared for you." He said, switching to English.

"Thank you."

"I'm sorry that I could not locate Daniel Kein's home myself. He is a very private man, and it is very rare for him to go out on his own at all. We all saw him for the first time in months a week ago, when he paraded around your lover."

"He paraded him around?" I asked lowly.

"He had him...leashed..." Jungkook's anger flared and he whipped around to Jin.

"Hyung..." Jin nodded and they all moved. Jungkook and the others looked away, as was Jin's request. He wanted privacy when he was 'switching'.

Kim Seokjin was perhaps one of the most dangerous members working under Jungkook. He suffered severely from DID. Over the years he had gained enough control over his mind and body for his other personality to never come out.

Jungkook and the others called him Eomma. No reason, just that was what he had responded to. Eomma was very violent. Almost childlike in action, but mature beyond any normal twenty seven year olds time in thought.

Jin didn't like Eomma, because he tended to cause unneeded pain. He possessed no empathy or feelings in general.

"Jeon." A low voice sounded. Jungkook turned and found Eomma standing there, glaring at him. "I am not a servant to be called when you need me. What is it you want?"

"You know what I want."

"Doesn't mean I don't want to hear it from you. Ask me. With a Please and thank you preferably."

Jungkook ground his jaw together. Eomma was always difficult. "I would Please like you to save my lover, Taehyung, from Daniel Kein." Eomma smirked and glanced at Namjoon.

"Fine."

"Thank you." Jungkook ground out, knowing he would have to say it if he really did want the elders help. He'd do anything for Taehyung.

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"S-stop!" Taehyung cried out, struggling feebly. The drugs had worn out long ago, but the five men still had not left the room. They had spent the past five hours doing whatever they had wanted his body, and he felt disgusted.

"Sorry, baby, we still have ten minutes left." Taehyung nearly cried when he realized that the assault on his body was almost over.

Ten minutes later the men all left, and Taehyung kept his mouth shut, and refused to let himself cry. He'd spent too long crying over things such as this. He scolded himself for wanting to give in and cry a few times. He wouldn't give Daniel the satisfaction of that. Kim Taehyung was not an easy nut to crack. He would not break, and Daniel could send as many men to fuck him as he wanted, he wouldn't give in. Ever.

A woman suddenly appeared in the doorway. She approached and glanced down sympathetically at Taehyung. "You're the new one?" She whispered softly. Taehyung gave her a confused look, but didn't say anything. "You're beautiful." She wiped a piece of hair from his face and then set down the bucket she was carrying.

She reached down and rung out a damp washcloth, and then started to clean Taehyung off. "I'm Mina. I was told you don't understand English, but I'll talk to you anyway. It comforted me, and I think it would comfort you as well."

Taehyung agreed that her presence and gentle voice did help him. "It's rare for one not to cry after the first time. Daniel enjoys breaking those the most." There were more of them? "Yeah, there were more." Hannah continued as if reading his mind. "I was one of them. He steals lovers from prominent figures, knowing that they can't do anything about it. He uses them as his personal toys and lets his men use them as well.

"He breaks them and then throws them away, searching for something new. If you're the last, you're used as a maid, when the new one breaks, you die." Hannah smiled weakly and sighed. "I'm your maid until you break. I should feel glad that you seem to be stronger than most, because that means that I can live longer, but it makes me afraid for you. The longer you're here, the worse it is."

"It's fine." Taehyung whispered. "Jungkook will save me."

Hannah looked down at the boy with a sad smile.

"That's what they all say."