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Yoongi winced as he was shoved into what seemed to be a large vehicle. He couldn’t tell, as his kidnappers had placed a black bag over his head, preventing him to see anything but darkness. He wanted to curse them, to fight them off, but they had taped his mouth and tied his hands behind is back. Struggling was pointless, as was trying to escape.
He felt relieved as another body was pushed beside him, Namjoon. The latter was breathing heavily as he tugged at his own restraints. Yoongi knew he wasn’t going to handle this well. Neither was Hoseok, who stayed abnormally silent as he was guided to the backseat.
Then there was Jin, who was equally silent and complying, holding back a panic attack on the inside and praying to the heavens that things didn’t get worse. That the police would find them in no time and these men would be arrested. It was all wishful thinking, of course.
Yoongi held back the want to panic as well when he noticed that they were the only four that were pushed into this vehicle. Where were the others? He wanted to scream, to throw a tantrum, feeling worry swell up inside him. He had to stay strong though, even if he was the only one.
The sound of a door sliding close was heard, then two more doors opened and closed, and then the engine was being started. Now, they were off – with no questions or answers. Only darkness.
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Suspense clung onto them as the vehicle stopped moving. They were escorted out in a rather rough fashion, and dragged through what seemed like a building. The ceiling lights were shining bright, but it never met the member’s eyes through the thick material of the black bags.
They were placed in a room then and forced to kneel. They winced as their knees hit the cold ceramic tile flooring. The kidnappers had placed them in a row facing one way before finally removing the bags from their heads.
Yoongi narrowed his eyes as they adjusted to the dimly lit room. The members all looked around, noting the space was small and enclosed. Like this, they could also see each other, noticing the fear laced in one another’s eyes.
Yoongi sighed in relief as he spotted Taehyung beside him and Jimin beside Hoseok at the end. But, where was Jungkook?
Suddenly, a voice could be heard through what sounded like an intercom. “Hello,” it greeted – voice low pitched and heavily edited, deeming it difficult to figure out if it was a man or a woman, “and welcome to my lovely estate, Hope Manor.”
The six young men exchanged confused glances as the voice continued to speak. “You may refer to me as God,” it said, the name in English.
God? Namjoon wanted to laugh, but he knew the moment his mouth was released from the tape, he’d cry instead. This person was a psychopath.
“I will provide you with food, clothes, shelter and comfort. In exchange, I want entertainment,” God continued. “Not the kind you offer as an idol, but my own personal favorite. Here is an example…”
By that time, the wall they were facing was suddenly being split into two, both sides disappearing into the other, thicker walls. The member’s eyes were wide as they caught sight of a new room – a bedroom, decorated pretty with plush red carpet and vanilla wallpaper. Everything appeared new, even the king sized bed placed in the middle, covered by a set of red silk sheets and pillows – finished off with their missing member lying languid and loose.
They gasped and eyed the young man’s hooded expression. He looked like he had been drugged.
Yoongi seethed with anger as the others shook. Jin averted his eyes to the ground, and Namjoon felt tears building up in his. Jimin too felt choked as he eyed the thin robe they made Jungkook wear. Taehyung was all too still. Their kidnappers were about to do something to the poor youngest, innocent souled, Jungkook, and the members couldn’t do a thing about it.
They could only watch – watch as a raven masked and suited man entered through a door from the side, carrying a brown leather duffle bag.
Namjoon averted his eyes as Jin had done, their breathing picking up as dread was weighing itself over them.
The masked man placed the bag on the mattress beside Jungkook before he began rummaging through it, pulling out what he had been seeking for – a bottle of gelled lube. Hoseok and Yoongi shut their eyes then, keeping their heads down as they swallowed down bile. They felt sick. Jimin closed his eyes and bowed his head too, as tears began streaming down his cheeks. He couldn’t stand it.
Although they blocked their sight, they could not block their ears. The sound of a cap snapping open was too vivid, as was the sound of the lube being squeezed out. It was horrific - the sound of the masked man’s slicked gloved hand grasping Jungkook’s hardened cock. It was fucked up – the whine that left the young man, like every touch to his skin was burning him and his sensitivities.
He trembled as the man played with him. The pleasure began building up and meeting his head, making him dizzy. Jungkook gasped and sobbed as he tugged at the restraints that held his wrists together over his head. A moan broke free from his bruised lips as the man quickened his pace, slick sounds resonating off the silence.
The young man couldn’t stop himself from spreading his legs a bit and bucking into the grip that tightened just right. Another moan left him as he was allowed to thrust into the hand, and bring himself closer to a needed release.
From afar, the members cried and their bodies shook. Taehyung, who had numbly watched the scene in shock, finally had to tear his eyes away from the scene. But he wasn’t let off easy, as his head was suddenly jerked back. The large masked man behind him pulled on his chocolate locks, forcing him to watch as Jungkook got off. The latter moved with a desperate need - the noises he made growing louder and short breathed as he grew closer to his climax.
Taehyung’s breathing picked up just the same, feeling the tension rise like the hairs on the back of his nape. He watched as Jungkook’s chest rose and fell, porcelain skin flushed a violent red. Embarrassing high pitched moans filled Taehyung’s ears and he trembled along with Jungkook as the latter came.
The man behind him let go of his hair then, and instantly Taehyung hung his head low in shame as his confined dick twitched in excitement.