Third person pov
2 years later

A huddled figure sat shivering near the cold stone wall, curled into a ball to retain body heat. His teeth chattered in cold, the thin torn cloth not retaining any heat at all.

The bruises and cuts which weren't ever treated stung because of the biting cold, but he didn't feel the pain because his body was really numb.

Pain, sadness, loneliness, fear... all of these had become a part of his day-to-day life, to the point that he couldn't even imagine what a life without these emotions would be.

He was 17 now, a little older than what he was when he came here.

Every single day of his life was like a repetition of the previous day: getting up early at sunrise, getting only a little amount of food, working from day to night without even a little bit of rest and returning back to the cell at night, passing out as soon as he reaches there.

Not a single day was spent in which he didn't think about his mom and Jimin. He wanted them, he missed them but never once got to saw them in the past two years.

He used to cry a lot. He cried when being beaten or when he missed the people he loved but he didn't have any more tears to shed now.

He remembered the way three other omegas were beaten to death right in front of him. They hadn't even done anything much, their mistakes were really small and forgivable but they were killed mercilessly.

These cruel, heartless warriors acted like nothing happened at all, as if they hadn't taken a life of an innocent person. They didn't care. The lives of omegas didn't matter to them as they were only slaves.

But for Taehyung, he didn't understand why it was like that. He was scared everyday he woke up and always wondered whether that day will be his last day, whether he will also be beaten to death for making a mistake.

He was broken and traumatized. Dread had settled deep within his heart, he was sure that he couldn't feel more pain.

Yet, everyday he hoped that his mate will come to save him. A hope that his mate will love him so much that he will forgive the torture and pain that he had to go through.

He was sure that his wishes will come true. That he will meet his mate who will love him and treat him like he is the most precious thing.

He had suffered and waited for so long, he was sure that his life will get better.

One day will come when he will get up with a smile in the embrace of his mate and not with fear of being killed.

There will be that one day when he would be seen as something much more than a slave.

His life was literal hell at the moment but the presence of his noonas did help him a lot as he didn't feel very lonely.

He had grown to be a very beautiful person. Even though he was miserably thin and weak looking, he managed to look more beautiful than any other person there.

His hip and chest grew more, making him look not very manly and boyish but he didn't care about all of this.

He didn't care that he looked beautiful.

He hated it. He hated his looks because of how insecure he felt. He hated the fact that his looks attracted the warriors who kept disgustingly telling him how good they would feel if they could pound into his tight heat and see his pretty face twisted into a pained one.

But Irene had told him once that his mate will love him more because he looks beautiful and that people like beautiful people more. He truly hoped that what she said was wrong.

What was the use of loving a person because they look pretty? It wasn't the looks you fall in love with, it was their inner self, their personality and characters.

However a person looked, a mate, a lover, should find them beautiful.

Over the years, he had surely grown very close to his noonas, especially Jennie, Jisoo and Irene. He liked them a lot as a friend but not as much as he loved Jimin.

He would speak to his noonas at night, when he hadn't passed out and was awake. They would talk about many things until they fall asleep. He felt good at that time, to finally have someone to talk to.

Jennie and jisoo had told him about sex just because they felt that he should know about it.

They were worried that his pretty innocence would be ruined by jungho and it would only be worse if taehyung didn't know anything about it and so, they told him: "a man's weewee goes inside the hole and when the weewee releases a white liquid in the hole, an omega or a girl of any rank could get pregnant."

They couldn't see him from the cell but knew for sure that the innocent boy was blushing after he heard what they told him.

They had laughed about it and teased him until they had had enough of listening to his whines.

But they rarely had such happy moments. It was usually them being sad or in pain.

Finally, Taehyung heard the lock of his cell being opened. He quickly got up, determined to go out and work hard because that his mom wanted that. She wanted him to do what these people tell him to do.

He had work in the laundry today. There wasn't any washing machine; he would have to stand all the while and wash all the clothes.

He shudders as he remembered the time when he had gotten very exhausted and sat down to rest just for a while but had gotten beaten really badly for trying to take a break.

He never sat to take a break while working anymore, even if his legs couldn't hold his weight up.

He got out of the cell, quickly getting to work as he reached the laundry room.

He hadn't eaten anything last night because he had given his food to one of his noonas who were hungry.

So, empty stomach, he went on for hours, working non-stop. His arms hurt because of the continuous work but he didn't stop as he could feel the gaze of a warrior fixed on him.

But halfway through his work, he felt dizzy. Black spots were forming in his eyesight and for a second, he couldn't see anything at all.

He gasped in pain which spread his legs and he made a mistake as he let his knees bend, letting his body fall on the ground.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" He heard the harsh voice yell.

Whimpering, he said,

"I-i feel... dizzy."

"Don't fucking dare lie to me! I know you're doing all this acting just to get rid of your work!"

He couldn't even say anything before his body was being hit again. He bit his lip, not making a single noise as he was being hit and kicked repeatedly.

13...14...15...16...17...

He counted the number of times he was getting hit. His body lay completely on the floor now with harsh a metal rod hitting his body again and again.

25... 26... 27...

He couldn't count anymore. He couldn't think about anything anymore. His eyes got droopy and his body gave out as he passed out finally.

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Waking up, Taehyung found himself in his prison cell-- which was his room now. It was the first time he was here during the day, when there was light in the cell otherwise he'd usually get out before the sun rose and came back only after sunset.

He remembered that he had passed out and that is why he was here in the noon.

His eyes scanned the walls as he sat up straight and gulped because the blood marks on the wall made him feel really scared. This time, he was sure that his blood had stained some part of the wall too.

But something caught his eyes. The small marks on the wall, which looked as if something is engraved on the wall.

He scooted closer, his body too tired to get up. He extended his arm towards the wall, and felt the marks below his fingers.

It didn't take him a minute to understand that a few words were engraved on it.

He dragged his fingers along the dents, trying to understand the letters and then joined the words to form sentences. He closed his eyes to concentrate on the sense of touch.

Love is stronger than any other power and you, you are an epitome of love.

Suffering... everyone suffers in their own ways but will you forget about your own suffering and think about the others who are suffering? Will you be selfless?

It will take a lot of time. A lot of effort. A lot of tears but the result will be worth it all.

It's alright. Everything will be ok. Have faith in yourself. It is really tough but it is nothing you cannot do.

Do not give up hope and more than that, do not give up on the power of love.

He grew terribly confused with what all that meant. It seemed like the words were meant for somebody... Who could it be? And who wrote it here?

Love, suffering, time...

He was really curious and confused but he couldn't think more about it because a loud, angry voice boomed in his cell.

"You woke up?! Did you think you can escape from the work?!"

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"Mrs Kim?" Jimin called softly, entering the house. He looked at the woman who sat on the couch with a lifeless, sad face.

"Mom?" He calls and walked to her, sitting down beside her. He turned around to look for Jaewon and found him sitting on a chair, working on the laptop.

"What happened?" He asks, caressing her face. "Do you miss Taehyung too?"

Eunae turned towards Jimin and nodded, eyes tearing up.

"Why don't you bring him back?"

He was told by Eunae that she had sent Taehyung away to another pack, her sister's house, to save him from Jungho.

She didn't want him to create any more problems. She knew if Jimin knew that Jungho had taken him away, then he might try his best to save Taehyung's life.

If he does that, it will gt problematic. She was sure that Taehyung was doing fine.

She knew her son was strong and will find his way through his problems.

Jimin might end up losing his own life or putting his own life in danger if he tries to go against it.

She had left her son to the hands of his fate. With a cruel heart, she had sent him away an let him go.

These years she shed wouldn't reduce her son's pain. Her harsh and stone hearted behaviour of leaving her son to his fate and ordering him to let himself feel pain by listening to the orders of the warriors and demon wolf.

"W-we can't bring him back," she said. "It's too dangerous."

"Then let's go meet him!" He said desperately, holding her hand. If only he knew where exactly his friend was, he would search everywhere to find him.

"We can't!" Eunae yelled. She whimpered and looked away, coughing into her hand.

"H-he'll try to come back here if we go there."

She dismissed the matter there and tuned out whatever Jimin was begging and pleading her to do.

This was how it was supposed to be since Taehyung's birth.

x-x-x-x-x-x

Remember the old woman who Jungho had locked up in a cell... she's the one who wrote all that on the walls before dying