WARNING! And an apology...there may be content that you are uncomfortable with, so if you are uncomfortable with (any) of the warnings listed on the description of this novel, it is highly suggested that you do not proceed through this chapter.

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Jin's POV

I sucked in a breath, waiting for what was going to happen next. He said he'd let them go. That was all that mattered.

"Jin!" I turned to find that Jungkook's muffle had been removed. "Don't do this." I shook my head, looking down.

"I can't know that you all died when I could have stopped it." I looked up at Jungkook, my eyes already wet with tears. "You've all given me something that I will always be grateful for." My father pulled me closer to him.

Suddenly he kicked me down to my knees. "You." He growled, pointing at the man standing behind Namjoon. "You'll go first." I stared up at my father wide eyed. The man approached me, and Namjoon jerked in his chair. My breaths became shorter and quicker as I crawled backwards, away from the man approaching me.

He grabbed me and shoved me down onto my knees in front of him. Struggling was futile. He was a human tree, and I stood no chance, not in the state that I was already in. I couldn't function correctly.

"Stop!" Jungkook yelled as the man reached for my pants.

"Take them. Except for him." The others were pulled away, struggling and yelling behind their muffles. Namjoon had pure fire in his eyes as the man pulled my pants down.

He tied my hands together, and I had to hold myself up as he pushed me froward. I was crying now, looking at the ground, unable to meet Namjoon's eyes. "Watch what I do to your little bitch, Namjoon. Know that he's mine, not yours." I cried harder, now trying to to struggle.

The man held my hips harshly, digging his nails into my skin. I heard the buckle of a belt, and I screamed in pain as something was suddenly shoved into me. The filthy thing was moving, fast and unrelenting. I screamed again and again in pain, begging for him to stop, to show mercy.

But he didn't listen. He continued to slam into me. His moans and the slapping of his skin on mine filled the room, only being drowned out by my repeated plee and scream.

Something gushed down my thigh and I sobbed as he removed himself from inside of me. "Such a slut for my cock." The man muttered, before sending a kick to my stomach. I gasped and fell over, only to be propped onto my knees again.

"No!" I screamed as a new man stepped behind me. "Please!" My words were drowned out as the man shoved himself inside of me. He was rougher than the first, and I had no strength left to scream. I could only sob as pain continued to rip through my body.

But this time, the man hit me repeatedly, roughly. My legs were shaky, and I was struggling to stay up as he continued to thrust into me.

Another man went after him. And then a fourth. Each one more disgusting and horrible than the next. I was bruised, bleeding and losing consciousness. I couldn't even hold myself up anymore, and the next man shoved me down, grabbing my hips and elevating them so he could use me.

My face was buried into the ground, the cold cement dirty and unwashed in years. Tears continued to stream down my face, and I wanted to die so badly. To just let go, and never have to look back.

When that man was done, my father walked up to me. I saw his feet beside my eyes as I laid there, unable to move and in horrible pain. He kneeled down and pulled my pants up, before punching me in the face. I saw black dots everywhere, but he pulled me up and made me look at him in the eyes.

"You are my slave, you will do every fucking thing I tell you to do, and if I want you to be a whore for my men, you will not cry, beg, or cower and you will whore yourself off, do you understand?"

I couldn't speak, I couldn't even shake my head in recognition of what he had said. He spun me around, and I instantly looked down. "Look at him." My father commanded.

I didn't. He gripped my face harder. "Look. At. Him." He growled out. My eyes slowly moved up, and met Namjoon's. Tears we're running down his face, but he looked absolutely livid. He looked at my father like he wanted him to beg for death.

I looked away again. "Now, watch." My eyes widened and a cry was caught in my throat.

"NO! YOU PROMISED--"

Third Person POV

Jungkook was the first to get dumped out of the van. He shouted profanities at the men who sped away in the vehicle after all of them had been dumped.

Being as small as he was, Jimin was the first to get out of his bonds. He helped the others and they all stood there, numb.

"A part of me never wanted to believe that." Hoseok said. "I didn't really believe him when he told us about his father. But..." They all fell silent. Even though they hadn't been there to witness it, they knew exactly what had happened to Jin, and it made their blood boil.

"Namjoon is still there. We need to go back."

"But how? We have no idea where we are. We have no phones, no weapons, and hell, Jungkook doesn't even have shoes." Hoseok pointed out.

"I was taking a nap!"

"Now is not the time for jokes, Jungkook!" Taehyung shouted. Everybody stopped and froze. Taehyung never yelled. Even when he was angry he'd just mutter a mean line and leave. But he never raised his voice in anger.

"So what do we do then?" Jimin asked. "We can't just sit around. Our leader is still caught. Jin is..." He fell silent. "What the hell are we supposed to do?"

"Do as we always do, you shit head." Yoongi hissed. "We figure out where the hell we are first, and then we get back to the house. After that, we find out what happened to Joon and we take action from there." Yoongi was second in command. In the absence of Namjoon, he would take over.

"So where are we?"

"Let's find out. We pick a direction and walk." All of them looked around. They were located in a forest at the moment.

Taehyung just started walking, and the others simply followed, not questioning because they had  no idea where they were. They didn't say a word to each other, each caught up in their own thoughts.

They ended up in a small town. Yoongi went into a store and made a call, and two hours later they found themselves back at their mansion. "Taehyung, see if you can get inside the Lee's family home. I want all visuals, I know they have cameras."

"Yes, Yoongi."

"Koya!" Yoongi shouted. Koya appeared suddenly, a worried expression on her face.

"Where have you all been!" She yelled. "I couldn't find you anywhere!"

"Where's RM?"

"He went with Namjoon to China! Why? Are they back? Where's Jin!?"

"Jin's father has them. Can you have into their main database and find something we can use to get Jin and Namjoon?"

"Yeah." She sat and her eyes glossed over as hundreds of pictures went past her face every second. None of the others knew what to do.

They could just simply barge in to get Namjoon and Jin, but there were too many complications involved in that and Yoongi was never meant to be a leader. He couldn't come up with a foolproof plan like Namjoon could. Couldn't read between the lines.

He wouldn't put the whole gang's life at risk. He couldn't. So he had to just sit here and try to figure something out.

"We should locate RM, see what happened." Yoongi muttered. He stalked off to Taehyung's lab. Taehyung was typing frantically. "Hey, Koya can do that faster than you can. Can you locate RM, for me?"

"Yeah. We put a tracker on him." Taehyung typed something into his computer and a map came up. "And...he's in the middle of the ocean. The Pacific, to be exact." Taehyung sighed. "Looks like they took him out."

"Dammit." Yoongi hissed. "How the hell did a low life like Lee kidnap all of us, plus Namjoon?"

"Maybe he had help."

"But from who?"

"Maybe...it was Jin."

"Jin? Are you fucking kidding me Tae? Jin was devoted to Namjoon. He would've done anything to stay away from his father. Hell, he was probably raped for showing up to rescue us!"

"I'm just exploring the options! What else am I supposed to do! Huh!?"

"Call Jackson." Yoongi sighed out. "Maybe he could help us."

While they were trying to figure out what to do, back at the Lee's mansion, Jin fell to his knees with a thud. A loud cry sounded deep in his throat which he let out at full force.

He crawled forward pitifully, hugging the fallen figure, now untied and laying limp on the cold concrete floor. "You said you'd let him go." Jin sobbed out.

"I did." His father said harshly.

"You bastard!" Jin cried out. He clutched the unmoving Namjoon in his arms. He turned to his lover, his tears falling onto the younger's face. "Joonie." He called out pathetically. But of course there was no response.

Jin wanted to wake up from this cruel dream. It was a joke. An illusion. Joonie was alive and well, and when Jin woke up, he'd be wrapped in his arms. Given a kiss. Told that he was loved.

"Get up." His father said harshly, breaking Jin from his thoughts. Jin was grabbed by one of his father's men and forced to stand in front of his father. "Kai, do it." A man suddenly appeared, holding a laptop with him. Jin felt a tingling sensation in his head and his eyes widened.

"No! I said I'd come willingly! You said you wouldn't--"

"I said no such thing. Kai." And then, everything went dark.