Here's some simple rules
1. Don't ignore him
2. Don't bite the kidnapper
3. Follow the rules
4. What ever you do, do not make him angry

Never trust a stranger


5. E

I woke up to the sound of a door opening and being slammed shut. My body jolted slightly, hearing shoes scuff across the wooden floors. I kept my eyes shut tight, hoping that this was all a dream and that I would wake up in my room, under my warm blankets. I wanted this to be a dream so badly. 

"Good morning, Jimin," Jungkook whispered in my ear. I felt tears run down my face, feeling him pick me up off the mattress and carry me over to the table. "Stop crying," he said and he pushed my chair into the table. He sat next to me and I looked over at him, seeing he was wearing a plain white t shirt that had the words don't spit ramen at the kidnapper wrote across it in black sharpie. 

"Do you like it?" He asks and he stands up to show me, "I made it especially for you." He said and he poked my head with his finger. I continued to cry and he sighed in annoyance, "stop." 

I look away trying to blink away my tears, but they just keep falling. 

"Jimin! I said to f**king stop!" He yelled and he hit his fist against the table, make my body flinch and begin to physically shake. "I hate to be like this towards you, cause suddenly I look like a monster!" He sat back in his chair and leaned back, folding his arms across his chest. "I didn't mean to scare you," he insisted and he placed a hand on my arm. 

"Don't you f**king touch me!" I yelled and I felt his hand grab my throat, my chair tipping over so I was on my back. He had kept a firm clutch on my throat, hand squeezing tighter as he looked down at me. A smirk formed across his face and he came face to face with me. 

"Use that tone with me again, I dare you," he whispered and he dug his finger nails into my skin, dragging them down to leave behind dark red marks. I yelled out in pain and he moved his hand away, pressing my body down into the ground. "Shut up!" He yelled and he beat his fists against my chest. "Shut up! Shut up! SHUT UP!" 

I bit my bottom lip, trying my hardest to keep myself from sobbing. My neck hurt so bad, my full neck area burned and my chest wasn't feeling too great either. "I'm sorry.." I whispered and I looked up at the ceiling above us. 

Jungkook didn't say anything, he picked me up and he put me back in the chair at the end of the table. He disappeared upstairs and I felt something cold begin to drip along my neck and soak into my t shirt. I was bleeding! I pressed my forehead against the table and I clenched my teeth together, feeling my neck sting. 

I balled my hands into tight fists, my fingernails digging into my flesh as I hear the sounds of Jungkooks shoes against the basement steps. I glanced over at him, noticing that he was holding a first aid kit in his hands. He set it down on the table and he re adjusted his chair, pulling my chair over in front of his. 

"If you keep acting they way you aren't acting, get use to this kind of feeling. Don't be happy with your self, you're actions were stupid. Look what you made me do, it's all your fault," he said and he sat down in the seat across from me. He pulled the first aid kit closer to him and he pulled out a get things and set them on the table. 

"I don't want to be treated like this." I say and I curl up my toes, feeling a stinging pain rush through my body as he begun to clean out the cuts. "I don't know how many times I have to tell you this to get it through your God damn head, but I don't belong here, Jungkook. I'm not yours, I never would be yours. You're pathetic." 

Jungkook pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek and he looked up, connecting his gaze with mine. "Don't try to act tough, Jimin. I know you, you're weak and you know damn well that if I wasn't cleaning out your wounds, I would have beat the shit out of you for every daring to say that to me. I will beat it out of you one day, Jimin. You can try and try and try, but you're never going to get out of my reach. I know every single place you like to go, I know most of your friends and where they live, I know your parents and relatives and where they live. I know where you go to dance classes, I followed you home, I was waiting for you outside the building. I'm not stupid, I've got you completely figured out," he broke his gaze with me to continue cleaning up my cuts. He was rough at it though, wrapping the gauze around my neck a bit tighter than what I would have liked. 

I don't say thank you to him, I look away from him and I look around the dark room. I never had the chance to look around it before and to my surprise it was kinda nicely furnished. Like usually when you think of being kidnapped, you'd think that you'd be in the old room that looked torn to bits and smelled of mildew, but this room was pretty roomy without the bed and the terrible lighting and the room smelt nice, like lavender or something. 

"Planning your escape route?" Jungkook laughed and he shook his head, getting up from his seat. He picked up the first aid kit and he walked upstairs, keeping the door at the top off the steps open. 

I looked up at it, imagining how easy it would be to get up and just walk out if he wasn't home. Then I'd be free, I'd get out of here. I'd report his ass right to the cops and I'd sit back and watch with a smile across my face.

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