Beautiful

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

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I could say thousands of bad things about Jungkook, but one thing I couldn't say was that he took bad care of me... cause he didn't. If I was nice to him, he'd treat me with respect, he'd bring me three meals a day which he'd feed to me and he'd let me bath when I wanted too. If I wasn't so stubborn, I'd probably have a good time here.

Jungkook kept talking to someone on the phone about some meet up and money. That could mean thousands of things, but I had such a bad feeling about it cause I felt like it was going to involve me. I've heard stories of people being sold off so that kidnappers could get money on alcohol or drug addictions, but I never dreamed that it would ever happen to me. He didn't really seem like much of a drug or alcohol addict, but he certainly was crazy. 

Jungkook dried my hair off with a towel and he smiled lightly, tossing the towel to the side. He cleaned the cuts on my neck and he changed the gauze, looking up at me with a kind look on his face. I half smiled for a few seconds and I looked away, feeling him grip my wrists tightly as a warning. I had the urge to punch him, my hands were free, I could do it... he'd probably kill me afterwards, but it would be better than having to suffer through all this torture. 

"Look at me, Jimin." He said through closed teeth. I turned my head and I looked down at him slowly, seeing him look up at me with a disappointed look on his face. "I won't tell you what I'm thinking cause I think you already know what I am thinking." He picked up the handcuffs from the table and he cuffed my hands at my back. "You're such a bitter soul for such a small and cute body." 

"Whatever.." I muttered and I felt something sharp suddenly jab into my arm. I felt my eyes gloss over and I looked up at Jungkook, seeing he was holding a pen in his hand. 

"I try to keep up with your bad attitude, but it seems like my punishments aren't working. I guess I'll have to try harder," he clicked the pen closed and he placed it down on the table. "I wouldn't goof around anymore, Jimin. You want me to act like a bad guy? I'll act like a bad guy, no problem what's so ever." He picked up a comb from the bedside table and he begun to comb out my damp hair. "We need to go out to the garage," he said and I looked up at him with wide eyes. 

"W-why why do we need to do that?" I bite my like and I moved back on the mattress slowly, I knew I was probably going to get sold for drugs, but I didn't expect it to happen so soon, I didn't want it to happen so soon. Do you know what happens to guys like me? A lot of bad things! I feel tears fall down my face and I rest my forehead on Jungkook's leg. "No no no, please no!" I feel hot tears begin to pour down my face and I shut my eyes tightly. "Jungkook, don't let this happen to me, I don't want to go." 

"I made a promise," he said and he pulled me up on my feet. He didn't say much after and he helped me slip into some shoes before leading me up the steps for the first time ever. I took the opportunity to look around the house briefly, before he pulled me out into the garage. "Wear these," he said and he put sunglasses and a face mask on my face.

"Jungkook, please, bring me back inside." I beg and I feel him push me towards the car. "I promise I'll be better!" 

"Stop freaking out, will you?" He pulled open the car door and he let me into the passenger seat, doing up my seat belt for me. "You'll be fine, I know you well be, you'd be better off with him anyway." He said and he closed the passenger door. 

I bit my lip and I look down at my lap, feeling tears continue to pour down my face. I was going to be murdered, I was going to be murdered by an old man who smelt like cigarettes and alcohol. I was done for!  

Jungkook got into the car and he slammed the car door shut. He muttered something under his breath, but I didn't quite get what he had said. He pulled the car out of the garage and got out to shut the door. He got back in and pulled out to the street. 

The ride was quiet, besides my sniffling. He didn't say anything, both hands placed on the wheel as he looked at the streets carefully. He parked the car outside of an abandoned building of some sorts. "Play along," he whispered to me and he got out of the car. 

Play along? What the hell does that mean?! 

There was a black truck parked not too far from the car. It looked too intense for an old man to be driving, but you never know. I get out of the car when Jungkook pulls me out and closes the door. He pulled off the sunglasses and face mask, pushing me in front of him to a huge hole in the side of the building. 

"Ah, you're here," some one announced and felt my stomach churn like I was going to be extremely sick. 

"Yeah." Jungkook said and he pushed me over to the boy that stood across from us. He didn't look old, in fact he looked around my age or a bit older.

"Hello, Jimin," he said and he tossed two wads of money to Jungkook. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders, his lips going to my neck. I felt myself begin to panic, feeling his hand slide down to grab my ass. 

"Stop!" I said and I felt him keep going, kissing me hard, leaving marks on my neck as his opposite hand felt me up all over. 

I heard a gun shot and I felt my body jump, I shut my eyes tightly, feeling the man suddenly stop. He fucking shot me! I was done for! What the fuck, why would Jungkook do this to me, why would he let this happen! I'm too young to die, I- I furrowed my eyebrows, feeling no pain at all.

I opened my eyes and I seen him laying on the floor in front of my feet. Dead. He was dead! I looked over at Jungkook, seeing he was holding a gun in his hand. 

"What a pervert," he said and he took my arm. "Come on, Jimine~ lets go home."

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