It was supposed to be a normal day.

None of this was supposed to happen.

I just wanted to spend the day out with my baby, my angel, my everything.

I didn't mean for them to take us away.

I didn't mean for them to trap us in the very room I dreaded to go back to.

I didn't like seeing my baby tied up in fear.

I didn't like to see my love being treated like that, by anyone.

My baby didn't deserve the pain I brought into his life.

Why didn't I just listen to his advice?

He didn't deserve to witness or experience all of this.

Why couldn't I give my boyfriend a normal life?

He could have just rejected me and go out with anyone that had a healthy lifestyle.

Someone who would treat him right.

Someone who could love him properly.

Someone who wouldn't bring him to dangerous situations.

Someone who wouldn't be in my situation right now, witnessing them hold a weapon to his neck, threatening to take away my world while I saw the ocean leak from his eyes.

Why did I attract bad things into my life?

Just when I thought the only good choice I've loved was actually the most dangerous decision up that has entered our lives.

Not for me, but for him.

Because I don't regret Bambam coming into my life,

But I do regret bringing all the baggage to him.

"Now, Yugyeom, you do understand the weight of the situation? Correct?" An unfamiliar voice taunted me. The person in the room was covered head to toe, and I didn't recognize his voice or his physique at all. I wondered if he was associated with the gang or he was just a stranger who was just involved for the hell of it. Either way, I hated him. I hated him for not only putting me to witness the situation without having the power to anything, hands literally tied behind my back, but also using Bambam as a hostage to coax me to give up. It actually made me sick.

"Hm, you seem to forget to speak every time." The man chuckled. "Don't worry, I'll help you!"

He moved the weapon, a sharp hunting knife, across Bambam's neck slowly, scratching his skin in the process. Bambam's gruesome screams were muffled by the cloth in his mouth.

"STOP! PLEASE, STOP!" My body strained as it tried to break free from my chains which bound me to the floor, unable to reach Bambam and save him from this terror. A part of me died inside every time I see him in pain.

It's all my fault...

"Then answer when spoken to..." The man's voice held an air of sarcastic humor in it. He was the only person who could possibly find this humorous. "Now, tell me what's going to happen if you fail to oblige to my commands?"

I glared at him and spoke the next sentence with my teeth clenched, wary of the venom that came out of my mouth. "You will end his life right here, right now and make sure to cut painfully slow so I could watch everything happen without missing a single beat."

"Woah, so you do actually listen? Huh," The man does a gesture that makes him look like he is gazing at the ceiling. "If only you used that skill a long time ago to avoid this situation..."

My body jumps to lunge at him, but the chains pull me back. He laughs.

"Look at you, being restrained like a mutt. I wonder how things would be if they weren't this way. You probably would be a really nice guy, also you wouldn't be tied up."

He strides over to a table containing many trinkets for tortures. My eyes dart away from him and look at Bambam. He's trembling, eyes shut tight, but not tight enough as tears slipped from the corners of his lids. It was enough to make me wanna cry with him. However, I needed to stay strong, not only for me but for him as well.

"Bambam, baby it's all going to be over soon. Breathe in and out for me sweetheart. Calm down please, it's going to be ok-"

"Okay?! What makes you think it's going to be okay?" The man strides back to us and directs the knife to his neck this time. Bambam whimpers. "I could kill you right here, right now."

I gritted my teeth as I felt the blade against my skin. It was a cold and rough feeling, one he wishes to never feel again.

"Don't say another word if you want your little boyfriend to believe that everything is going to be okay."

The blade goes away along with the man. He goes over to Bambam and my body tenses up. He pulls his head up and removes the cloth off of his mouth. Bambam chokes and struggles to regain his jaw strength, breathing in deeply as he did so. The man sighs at him but decides to do nothing about his state because his body soon directs himself back to the horrid table.

"Now, back to selecting what toy I'm going to use to demolish you guys."

Oh great... My mind sarcastically responds.

"What do you think I should choose?" The man yells. I assumed he was talking to one of us, but when I turned to face him, he was yelling at the ceiling. "How about this one? I know you've always enjoyed me using a heated iron..." He laughs and looks up at one corner. My eyes dart to that corner. There seemed to be something there, but I couldn't make out what it was.

"Did I tell you to look there?" Before I could respond back, a painfully hot rod burned and torn my skin at the nape of my neck. I screamed in agony, Bambam's screams matched mine. I never wanted to die so badly.

"Let me brand you like the animal you are!" The iron moved across my neck. My eyes watered. It hurt so fucking bad. You could hear my skin scream in boiling pops as the iron simmered on it. Finally, he was done. The pain vanished and my neck felt so sore. I could smell the burnt skin.

"There ya go, I thought you could use a bit more positive in your life, so I drew a smiley face! Isn't it cute?" He grabs his phone and takes a picture, and shows the picture to me. My eyes burn with hatred. It looked like a mangled grin with dotted eyes, one you find in your nightmares. I didn't know someone could show such atrocity with just two dots and a line. I wanted this man dead. I could never forgive him.

"HOW DARE YOU?!" Bambam's voice breaks with a mixture of anger and sadness. "YOU, YOU MONSTER!"

"I'm not the monster, although I wished I was the culprit who thought of all of this. It's your beloved Namjoon you should love."

My skin turns pale. Namjoon figured out everything. He was so quick. I bet he hates my guts now since he's the one ordering around this lunatic to kidnap us and torture us. I know I wasn't on good terms with Jungkook and he had to complete this mission but still, Namjoon would throw away our friendship like that?

"I KNOW YOU'RE LISTENING. YOU LURK IN THE CORNER, WATCHING." He yells in the same corner he conversed with earlier. "Get ready Yugyeom, cause there is more in store that'll make you want to yell for death in front of your little friends..."

Little did I know of the horrors that were about to await us in the next few moments.

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And so the plot thickens...

(SHOUTOUT TO MY BROMO NASHIII unheolic_ #CHASHI AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY ILY <3)

(this chapter is so dark i'm sorry)