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Rapmonster: Breaking Point

WARNING: EXTREME GORE AND VIOLENCE
IF U CANT HANDLE THEN DON'T READ

"AGHHhhh! No! Stop!" They took another finger of your hand, you stomach already anticipating the action of what they were going to do. Saliva dripped down your chin but who were you to control it? The pain was unbearable.

The man with blonde locks giggled lightly. "You haven't declared your love for me."

"Nnghh." You moaned head lying back against the wooden head rest, eyes peeking to your cuffed hand. No matter how disgusting and revolting your mutilated hand look, you couldn't turn away. Your eyes were glued to your devastation. His masterpiece of a victim.

"Well I guess we have to keep trying don't we?" The man a few good feet away nodded to your torturer. You begin to hyperventilate again.

"No. No. No. NONONONONONO PLEASE no MORE I CAN'T-"

"Yes you can. Cut it off."

Finally, your eyes obeyed you and screwed shut. The pain exploded. You could feel every single sharp tooth of the saw dig into your skin. You felt the warmth of your blood seep out of the wound as the saw dug deeper. Half of you wanted o struggle but the other half wanted to stay still to avoid more pain.

"AAAHHNGFFPH!" A clothed hand shoved a dirty rag into your mouth, causing you to gag. You arched your back away from the chair your mind blinded with varying white and black.

It finally saws through the whole thickness of your finger and even though the saw is removed the after shocks of pain and trauma tization still zap your body to oblivion.

You open your lifeless eyes and glance down at your hand.

Two fingers.

Gone.

You lurch, vomiting to the side of your torture chair.

Except there was nothing to vomit.

He had already starved you for a few days.

Retching multiple times, you begin to cry.

Who cared if there was someone watching you break into tears.

You couldn't take-

"Hush, (y/n)." The voice slithers into your ear canal. "Why do you fight? Submit. Submit it all to me. I love you. And I know you love me too."

Your head was spinning. Your hand a casualty. Should you give in to this monster now?

No. You hated him. He was the one   who threatened the city. The great Namjoon mafia boss who captured you. He and his men. Just because of a small protest against him when you threw a slipper at his head.

"Please...." you moaned again, more hot tears blinding your vision despite the dim room. "Let me go..." You didn't want to play his game of romance. Why did he take such an interest into you?

He sure had interesting ways to make someone love him.

A cold hand travels to your heaving chest and rests on your bosom. Without you feeling yourself, you could feel your raging heartbeat. The fright slowly corrupting you.

His other hand reaches to your chin pulling your head back, making it rest on his own chest behind the chair. The grip on your head makes you mewl quietly.

"I feel it, little missy." He chuckles lightly. "Your raging heart and warm body is yearning for me and yet you continue to deny yourself."

"I'm not denying myself. I hate you. You take me away and steal my fingers. You torture me for days on end. You call that love? You're a monster. (Duh, he's RapMONSTER)

A sudden pause, as if he's considering. Then one husky phrase.

"Fair enough."

His hands are still on you as he nods to the man torturing you. With a swift gesture of his head the man approaches you and released the leather buckles on your rest. You still didn't dare move in front of Namjoon. There's a sudden push and your tumbling to the floor. Your arms on instinct fly out to catch your fall, the one with two fingers missing ripping a scream from you as it contacts the bloodied dirty floor. Sitting up immediately you cradle your injured hand, more tears threatening to fall.

"You're right, (y/n)." Namjoon speaks in a sly voice. "That's not the right way to treat a lover." His eyes twinkle with lust and a smirk forms on his devilish features. "I guess I'll treat you differently then. I'll-"

Your eyes don't leave his when they suddenly change. His eyes become wide with surprise then sink into disgust. You became confused.

"Your clothes." He whispers. Namjoon lowers to your sitting position and you lean back, disgusted by him. "They are dirty." A hand darts out to touch your t-shirt before he recoils back.

"Of course it's dirty. You cut my fingers off you little motherf-"

"Take it off." The tone was loud and commanding.

"What?" You were thrown off guard.

"Take your shirt and your pants off. It's dirty and ruined and I can't stand it."

You were in disbelief. One moment he was being a sadistic bastard and now he's completely obsessive with cleanness?

"TAKE IT OFF NOW!" He's angry and before you can do anything he's right in front of you tearing your shirt. You struggle to push him away, but he fights and scoops your wrists in one hand while tear cloth with the other. While your screaming and he's tearing, the rest are watching.

No one is going to save you.

Not even your friends

Certainly not your family.

Should you break then?

"My love is not perfect if she is ruined. You will not be ruined. Not for me."

He takes your shredded shirt and your jeans, leaving you cold on the floor. Saying nothing you instinctively place your hands around your chest in a protective gesture. The OCD Namjoon only stares at you from a few feet, licking his lips.

"You can't hide those from me. They will also be mine."

Without another word he leaves, his men following behind. You watch, eyes wide with shock as they close and lock the door leaving you in pitch black room with a stench of death and despair wafting in the air.

You hunch your back and bite your lip to prevent tears.

Oh how were you going to escape.

Are the attempts even worth trying?

TBC

Sorry for the short story but I need to cut it here. Why? Check out that next chapter!