The edges of your vision is tinged with black when some of your senses return to normal.

Then you realise that your vision is completely black.

For a few, long seconds, your mind is total chaos. You can't feel any part of your body, your muscles don't respond, and of course - you can't see anything.

An unhelpful voice from chemistry class fades into existence, and you remember why chloroform was replaced as an anaesthetic in the first place. You remember your teacher telling you that exposure to it often results in death.

So this is the afterlife, then.

Not too bad, you think at first. Then you wonder what it would be like to be stuck with nothing but your thoughts in a huge endless void for all eternity and your previous notion slips away. You wish you hadn't stolen that one cookie when you were a kid and kicked that one kid in the crotch.

Then the pounding begins, an incessant, relentless pounding in your head that strangely enough reminds you if Roman soldiers pouding their fists against their shield. 300? No, that was a Greek army.

Slowly but surely, the ache spreads, the jerky, brittle ache that climbs from the core of your brain and slowly spills to every part of your body, your sinews and tendons and muscles and it hurts.

A lot.

As you come to the realisation that you do indeed feel your previously nonexistent body parts, the throbbing increases indefinitely. There's a ringing in your ears, and even though there is probably silence around you, the noise feels deafening.

As you come to, the pain in your limbs screams louder for your attention. The bones of your spine feel brittle and weak, and when you push your shoulders back to silence the ache, the blades of your clavicle press against your muscles tightly.

You blink away the purple spots dancing in front of your eyes, and are met with a smugle smirking face. Chanyeol - as you finally are acquainted with his full name - smirks down at you - your body being tightly trapped in a wooden chair.

"Well, well, well," He grins wickedly, his expression mean enough to send shivers down your spine. "You won't be kicking any more crotches now."

You tense and strain against your binding, but the knots are much more efficient, and dig into your angles and wrists sharply. You make a guttaral noise at the back of your throat when the wave of pain hits you again, making you dizzy.

Seeing the way Chanyeol's grin widens, you understand why you aren't gagged, too.

"I'm glad Park finally understood what was important." He laughed. "Let's see how well you cope now, little girl."

Your hands shake at the back of the chair, but you've learned your lesson. You stay absolutely still, and glare at him, hoping to at least intimidate him.

Suffice to say, it doesn't work.

The man simply smirks, and then closes the cell door with a click, and this time - unfortunately - locks it.

Once he is gone, you finally allow yourself to worry. You called Yoongi to that one café - you wonder if they go him too. You hope not.

Someone sniffles to your right.

You jump a little in your chair, and if you hadn't been tied up you would probably have knocked yourself over. With wide eyes, you turn your head to your right to identify the source of the sound, and squeak when you see him.

Baekhyun glares up at you, the absolute picture of horror. The corner of his lips is torn, and blood streams down his chin, but thankfully for your eyes his lip ring is intact. He'd tied to the pole you were once held against, and even though your feelings towards him haven't really changed, you can't help but be sympathetic.

"What in..." You trail off; your voice is croaky beyond your wildest imaginations. You clear your throat. "What are you..."

But your voice fails you, the shock of the revelation weighing it down. The man clenches his teeth, and you take in his bad condition - his hair is dirty and matted with blood, and the top of his left cheekbone bears a violet bruise. His hands are tied even more brutally than yours, and you wouldn't be surprised if his wrists were bleeding from the force with which the bindings cut into his skin.

"I told you to get away," He hisses, andyou frown. "Now both of us are here, when we could have been safe - only if you had walked away! But I guess you didn't believe your little boyfriend had murder in his very blood." He spits, and you want to flinch from the force in his voice.

"What do you-" You try.

"Do you think I let you go just for you to stay and continue your heroics?" He grits his teeth, eyes flashing. "I said he wasn't the same man now, didn't I? It would've been so much easier if you had listened to me! But now they have us, and..." His voice falters.

You would speak, but the realisation that Baekhyun had dropped the keys on purpose has rendered you speechless. He let you go?

You remember his voice, yelling at the men to go to the car. Had he been trying to tell you to get to the car?

You stare at him, open-mouthed.

"What do you mean?" You ask carefully, but your voice is weak.

"He has us now." A scared, disbelieving smile splits his chapped lips. "And now we're both going to die."