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Third person P.O.V

The whole basement was once again dipped in silence, the type of silence that leave a screeching sound behind it. Loud screams that filled there, vanished about half an hour ago as the poor lad was silently laying on the bed, his body limp as the other was now trying to keep his head in a proper position.

Occasional hiccups and broken sobs were leaving his bruised and swollen lips that the other had used so brutally earlier. His upper body was covered in a lot of bite marks, which could be called hickies but he would never call it that when they were just scars on his soul.

He had never ever thought that the other would do that, force him, and touch him without his consent but at the same time, he was relieved that besides making his frail body bruised, he didn't do anything more.

Another hiccup left his mouth when Jungkook finally placed his head on the soft pillow before covering his body with the blanket.

"I- I'm so sorry, pup." Hearing that, Taehyung closed his eyes in tiredness from fighting for about an hour or so. Hissing in pain when his freshly made and bandaged wounds throb.

Jungkook really showed up as a real beast, something Taehyung never thought of. The older one made some random cuts on his upper body with a scalpel, a deep one behind his ear, and all this time, he just screamed in pain and betrayal. The person he put all of his trust in, betrayed him in the worst ways ever.

Half of his mind was hurt but the other half was scared, no actually terrified of the dark look in those usually strangely warm orbs. The same orbs that used to look at him with adoration and love, were filled with rage and some very dark emotion like the other wasn't in his senses.

Jungkook took a deep breath on the younger's hiss and softly caressed the red cheek that he might've slapped during his abusive session.

"B- baby... I-" The words stuck in his throat when Taehyung just closed his eyes again, not focusing on him even an ounce.

Oh, how much Taehyung wanted to just push the other till he was out of the room and never come back to him, but he was tied. Before hurting the younger, Jungkook tied his limbs with already-made leather bindings on the side of the bed frame.

There were no more tears in his eyes, no more emotions when he again opened them to see the white wall of the room. Jungkook was still sitting beside his body and hesitantly caressing the bandages.

The other was like this for the past half an hour when Taehyung almost had another panic attack after seeing the blood on the scalpel. But like it was a shock for him when he suddenly came out of his trance. Throwing the bloody scalpel away with wide, horror-filled eyes, he kept on muttering 'I'm sorry', 'I didn't mean to', 'no, I'm not a beast.'

Lucky for the younger that he didn't undergo another attack but Jungkook was still there, muttering the same things under his breath while patching up his wounds.

Taehyung's body badly flinched when suddenly the other joined him on the small bed, wrapping his arm around the waist and nuzzling in the neck.

"Baby... I- I'm sorry.. please. I'm not a beast.. really, I'm not. Why do you have to say that? I'm not a beast." Taehyung's eyes teared up when his neck felt wet but he stayed still, letting the other cry as much as he want because right now, he wasn't thinking properly as well.

Never in his life, had he been treated that way, so brutally, in such an animalistic way. Everything was already playing with his sanity and Jungkook just broke the last string, leaving him all shabby and beyond repair.

"Just- just forgive me," Jungkook muttered before moving his head a bit to see the younger's face, only to bite his lips harshly when the burning red mark came into view with the blank gaze.

"I promise, I won't.. won't ever hurt you or touch you." Taehyung showed no response, what could he say after all?

"Just stay with me, hm? Stay with me and I'll make you happy, yeah.. I'll make you happy like a real queen. I- I'll give you everything you need and keep them all away from you. Just.. just forgive me and stay.. please love." Taehyung wanted to laugh loudly at the tone of the other, the other sounded so in love but he knew better. It wasn't love, it was a need.

Ignoring all the pleading and continuous tears that were falling on his neck, he just let his mind roam in the darkness, a bit of peace from the insane reality.

Jungkook licked his lips and quickly wiped the tears that fell on the other's neck, near the fresh wounds that he just covered with the supplies available in each and every room in the basement.

"I'll find some painkillers... yeah, let me find one for you." Nodding to himself, he was about to get up when he noticed Taehyung's head softly lolling to the side and his eyes were closed, a peaceful look at his face that was contorted in pain moments ago.

Clenching his fists tightly as more tears rolled down his own red cheeks, he inhaled deeply before getting up from the bed with great care, not to hurt the already hurt silver-haired, and glanced over the bloody scalpel on the floor.

His teary and puffy eyes stared at the blade for a second before he stormed out of the room to somewhere, any place to find his own piece of mind that he lost to the extent that the result came out in the form of bruised Taehyung.

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A soft breeze was blowing, making the leaves of the higher trees rustle and dance with the rhythm. The forest looked peaceful, no sound of growls, no howling, or screams could be heard in the area.

The male panted when he softly landed on the ground with great difficulty avoiding any sort of sound. He had managed to cover a long distance while keeping himself hidden from those red beaming eyes and hungry, drooling mouths.

His stomach growled in hunger and his throat itched in great thirst but he was more determined and focused on other things than that. Clutching his phone tightly in his right hand, he looked around carefully to find no one and quickly rushed forward, only to halt when he heard some distant sound.

In an instant, he was alarmed and again climbed up the nearest tree only to hear the same sound again.

It doesn't sound like those creatures.

Frowning in confusion, he looked around to gasp in surprise and slight glee when he found a distant water body.

A way to get out of this forest!

Smiling to himself, he was about to go down again so that he can just get out of the horrendous place when he noticed another thing near his current position.

"A cabin?" Again the same noise caught his attention and he was now sure that it was of a human.

Without any more thoughts, he jumped down to just follow the screams only to end up near the fence surrounding the cabin. For some reason, he felt like not entering the cabin from the front door and simply made his way to the backside only to find a door well hidden behind the trees.

The screams of the person became clear when he entered the door to find himself in an empty room. The frown deepened in confusion when he found nothing at all but then his foot poked a piece of tile that was laying beside a staircase leading down, from where the screams were echoing in the whole cabin.

With a loudly beating heart, he slowly stepped forward to the room from where some light was coming as well as screams that slowly died down.

His eyes quickly looked around to find any sort of weapon but found nothing much in the dark, so in the end, he just peeked inside the room only to gasp lowly when he saw a silver-haired boy hyperventilating and a raven haired standing near the bed with shaky hands, bloody scalpel in his hand that he quickly threw away.

He saw everything as the older one started mumbling apologies to the other who looked so drained, afraid yet silent. He watched with wide but fury-filled eyes as the other started to tend the wounds.

How much he wanted to just barge inside the room and throw punches at the raven-haired, but he was unaware of the whole situation, so he just stayed outside.

After what felt like half an hour, the raven-haired dashed out of the room and he had to quickly hide behind the wall in the dark as he watched the person going out of the basement and screaming loudly, what seems like in pain.

Ignoring the other one, he silently entered the room where the silver-haired was now laying with his eyes closed. Closely watching the younger one, his eyes once again widened in shock. The pale-looking frail boy with a body full of marks and red fingerprints on his face was too much familiar.

"Kim Taehyung?"

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(A/n - coming here to clarify one thing as I can not reply on every comment, there was no ra*e in this chapter or the previous one. The term *used* meant all the bruises and cuts, but it didn't go to the extent of full-blown ra*e. I hope you understand that.)