𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 || 𝐉.𝐉𝐊 ✓

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I walk down the hall, feeling my heart beat a little faster than before. As I near the living area of the apartment, I can hear the men's laughs. Those voices hit my ears, but all I hear is deadmen laughing. After this is over, every single one of them won't be laughing when they're behind bars.

Keeping that thought in the back of my head, I smile from the thought while continuing to walk. However, I drop the smile when I met the group of men.

They are sitting in a circle-like formation while being spread out on couches, chairs, and even one of them taking the floor for his seat.

"Where's Ghost?" I ask, feeling my stomach drop from the way two of them are observing my body. Their eyes travel from my face, chest, waist, and my bare legs that show. I try to hide my unease

"He's out making plans for tonight. Here," one of them walks out of the kitchen and comes up to me, grabbing my uniform. "We'll get rid of this, and I'll cook something for you to eat. I'm sure you're starved." He says with a gentle tone.

I don't trust it because Ghost could have put him up to this after he left. "Thank you," I can't tell him not to toss the uniform, and I can't tell him I'm not hungry either.

Acid made me eat a lot early this morning so that I would have enough energy, and although I'm still full, I can't tell anyone that. It would be suspicious, especially if they knew what I've been through in that prison.

"What's the point in cooking for this little girly? I think we should make her earn her food." One of them says aloud, while I turn and face him. He's one of the ones who's been watching me like a pervert.

This could be a test, too. Ghost would know I wouldn't ignore a comment like that because he knows I have respect for myself. He could have told them he was gone but really is still here, listening for me to slip up.

I don't like how every move I make could have consequences. I'm ready to get away from these men.

"What have you done to earn your food? I say I've earned it being in that Hell. You have no idea what they did to me in that prison." I remark, staring down at the man while he starts to stand from the couch.

"I don't think I heard you, girly. Wanna repeat that?" He comes up to me, staring down into my eyes that narrow more by the second.

"I said what have you done to earn your food—" It happens so fast that within a second my body is falling to the floor.

A burning sensation is stinging my cheek, and before I can stand on my own two feet again, the man pushes his hand on my back to keep me still while he puts his weight down on my back, sitting on me to keep me from getting up.

"If you don't keep your mouth shut, I'll make sure to find something to do the job. Now, I don't give a fuck if he wants you unharmed or not, girly. I could do things to you that he would never find out about, and I would make sure you would never tell him—"

"Stop it, Troy—" I can't turn around to see what's happening. "Put the gun down." My eyes widen when I hear that.

"Back off. I'm teaching her a lesson." I hear the man on top of me say.

"Ghost told you not to mess with her. When he finds out, he'll—"

"He won't do a fucking thing as long as you keep your pussy of a self in check and shut up!" He yells behind me, while I try to breathe slowly and calm down my nerves.

"Now," he says after a few seconds in a lower tone. "Where were we, little girl?"

When I feel his hands grab the back of the shirt and start pulling it up, I start thrashing around when real fear comes out of me.

"Get off of me! Get fucking off of me!" I yell loudly. When I feel his disgusting hands go under my shirt and press against the skin on my back, I hear him sigh in satisfaction.

"You're so soft, girly," I choke down a cry. "I'm taking her to my room. If he comes back, distract him until I'm done—"

A loud gunshot echoes in the room before I feel his weight slide off of me to the side. He lands on the floor with a hole in his head. Blood is everywhere, leaking into the carpet while some is on the wall. I see his eyes wide, and I scream.

I kick and back away because when I see him, I only see Twix. I cover my eyes and scream.

"Vee, it's okay now," Ghost says while bending down beside me with the gun in his hand. "He won't do anything to you now. You're safe," he comes closer and wraps his arm around me while bringing me into a tight embrace. "I'm sorry for leaving. I thought you would be protected."

He pulls me into his chest and as much as I hate myself for it, I give in for the moment and cry into his shirt.

I hate him and myself for being like this, but it's all too much. "I'm sorry," I whisper.

"It's okay, Vee. There's no reason to be apologizing." He runs his fingers through my hair speaking gently. Little does he know that I wasn't apologizing to him, I was apologizing to Twix because I couldn't save her.

However, my mind is too busy to admit the truth, so I stay that way and cry into his chest where I pretend it's Jungkook comforting me instead.

I cling to him and cry while he holds me. I hate him so much, and I know he's only pretending, but it's okay because I'm pretending he's Jungkook, too.

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"Do you think you can eat?" I hear him say into my ear. When I look up, I see the same man who offered to cook for me earlier holding a plate in his hands.

"I'm afraid I'm not the best cook, but I'm sure you must be hungry, even if only a little."

Pulling away from Ghost, I take the plate and begin slowly eating while wiping my tears. "Thank you," I admit. I feel like that's the most I've been saying is thank you, even though they've all caused so much pain and harm.

When I look up, I notice the man's body is gone, and the carpet is covered with a blanket to hide the blood. I appreciate the absence of that. I might have had another panic attack if I saw the body again.

I eat the food quickly as they watch me, but more than anything, I'm ready for them to leave so that I can sneak out of here with the evidence I need.

As much as my brain is broken, I can't afford to give up now. I need to push forward.

Before this mission started, I was told that Ghost always carries around one item everywhere he goes. That item is a key, and that key unlocks an unground bunker where all evidence that ever saw daylight about Ghost lives.

Every single police report, interview, crime, murder, and every single incident he's ever committed is locked up somewhere in Canada, hidden away from the country in an underground bunker shielded by darkness.

Hoseok is the only one who knows where the location is, not Acid or even Yoongi know its whereabouts. So I have to find this key and find it fast.

Although, when I stuff a piece of bacon into my mouth and look at Ghost and his fake smile, I have a feeling I already know exactly where the key is.

I see the silver necklace around his neck, and somehow, I know exactly what's dangling at the bottom of it.

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