UNWANTED

Chapter 3

I could tell he was growing inpatient with my decision but I stood by it, well until he chewed down on my lower lip, drawing out the metallic liquid. I grimace at the taste, causing myself to lose control of my body briefly enough for him to slip his tongue inside my mouth, exploring every inch that he could.

I gag at the slippery pink thing that happily frolicked in my mouth. I feel disgusted and embarrassed that he was doing this to me.

He breaks away momentarily so that he can catch a breath, removing his shirt which exposed a rather defined stomach. I couldn't help but observe him. Looking closer, I notice how attractive this boy is. 'But he's still a kidnapper, he's still my kidnapper.' and that alone is enough to stop me from gawking at the man's body.

I tense up when he reaches for the hem of my top, yanking at it as though he wants it off. I shiver while he pulls it, along with my jacket off of me, leaving me only in my jeans. "P-please don't do t-this!" I beg, my voice quivering with fear.

He smirks, leaning down to attack my neck. I hold in a moan at the touch, feeling disgusted at his contact.

I sniffle while he continues, loud growls coming from the man as he clearly feels pleasure. I could feel his member pressing firmly down into my own. He grinds himself against me, making friction grow between us. I bite down on my lip while tears spill more, the man's hand begins to move down to unzip my pants.

"Jungkook!" A hammer at the door forces the man above to stop. He sighs angrily as he gets off of me. I quickly sit up, covering every inch of my body while the boy answers the door.

He unlocks it, opening the door ajar so that he was the only thing in view. "Yes?" He hisses, distinctly annoyed by whoever interrupted him.

"Namjoon is looking for you, guess it's punishment time." I could hear the other's deep voice chuckle.

"Shit!" The brunette man who goes by the name of 'Jungkook' turns to stare at me, giving the other on the opposite side the chance to open up the door fully.

A blonde man who seems to possibly be a few years older than me, steps inside. His light brown orbs land on mine as he stares, taking in every inch of me.

He then turns to the other man who is busy putting his shirt back on as he shakes his head in annoyance, "what the fuck are you thinking?!"

"Well I kidnapped him, might as well have some fun with him." The dark haired male smugly says while he bends down to pick something up from the ground.

"What're you doing?" The blonde guy asks, peering over the other once he moves closer to me.

My eyes widen as I see him holding onto a pair of handcuffs. "Can't have him escaping, can we." Jungkook announces, cuffing one of my hands tightly to the top of the bed post.

"You're a fucking psycho."

"And you're not?" Jungkook laughs, spinning to stare at the man behind him. "Don't forget who you are, Yoongi." The mousy brunette says slowly. Each word he speaks, he walks closer till he's around an inch or two away from the man named 'Yoongi.'

The blonde man scoffs, rotating away so that his eyes are back on me. "If I were you, I would get going. Namjoon hates waiting." Yoongi mutters harshly.

Jungkook huffs, exiting the room.

Silence fills the air while I continue to quietly cry to myself. "If you wanna live I suggest you don't escape, don't fight back and obey everything you're told." The man orders. "Not unless you wanna look like that Hoseok kid. Trust me, you may think being stuck with Jungkook is bad but getting Jimin is a whole other level of dangerous." He continues while I keep my mouth shut, listening to each word carefully.

'So the man who was going to rape me is called Jungkook. He's the one who had the gun, right? He was one of those guys that kidnapped me.'

I glance briefly at the blonde headed man but notice that he's watching me closely so I fixate my eyes back to my lap. 'This man is called Yoongi. I don't really know much about him but I know I shouldn't think twice to trust him. He's one of them, I can't trust any of them.'

I try to maintain every single piece of evidence that I could get my hands on. If I somehow escape, I want to be able to let the police know who these people are so that they can throw them away to rot in jail.

Yoongi soon leaves without another word, shutting the door over.

My eyes wander around the room, it looks just like any other guy's bedroom. The large bed I lay on was pushed up against the furthest away wall from the door. A TV with a few consoles hooked up to it sat directly in front of the bed. A wardrobe was situated close to the door and the walls were painted a dark beige colour.

For a kidnapper, his room was oddly very casual and laidback as those he was just a regular teen.
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But I knew that wasn't true.