The Hunt

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Before you read: Please note that the reader is intended to imagine themselves as the character "Y/n." This is a character with a distinct personality and backstory.
Physical descriptions are tied to the plot. Literally anyone can be blonde with bleach and hair dye.

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I opened my eyes to darkness. Pinholes of dim light breaking through the fabric covering my face. I tried to remove it only to discover my arms pinned to my sides by rope. My torso tied to a chair. Not good.

Everything had happened so quickly. I had pulled over to help what I thought was a stranded motorist, but I was mistaken.

I was too trusting. Too stupid.

I figured it would be okay as I wasn't alone. My friend was in the car. Had Sarah not been with me, I wouldn't have stopped. I was normally cautious as a single woman who lived alone ought to be.

But I felt secure. There's strength in numbers, right?

Apparently not.

I had gotten out of the car and spoke to the man with a flat tire. He said he didn't have a jack. He was cute. The way he ran his hand through his hair and bit his thick bottom lip had me swooning.

I didn't notice that he had followed me to the back of my car. I lifted up the liner of the trunk and located the jack. When I turned around, he was there. Smiling. Then everything went black.

Where is Sarah? Is she okay? Did he take her, too?

I heard footsteps. Several pairs of feet hitting what sounded like concrete. The footsteps echoed slightly. Concrete walls? Am I in a basement?

Shit. Waking up blindfolded and bound in a basement never ends well.

I tried not to panic knowing that would only make the situation worse. I reasoned that a calm hostage was less likely to be beaten, and I didn't want to be knocked out again.

Several muffled voices spoke in hushed tones. Someone started whimpering to my right making it impossible to eavesdrop on the conversation happening somewhere in front of me. 

"Oh good! Everyone is awake!" A gravelly voice announced.

Several pairs of footsteps started walking toward me.

Someone yanked the cloth from my head and I blinked until my eyes adjusted to the light.

The young man standing before me had a sweet, innocent-looking face. Big, dark brown doe eyes looked down at me. His lips curled into a smile that made him look like a bunny.

"Jin, is the chubby one yours? She's cute." He yelled to someone on his left. I followed his gaze only to find more young men standing in front of other women tied to chairs arranged in a semi-circle.

Not good. It became immediately obvious to me that our captures had a type.  Blonde.

Another seemingly non-threatening young man briskly walked over to me. He was strikingly handsome with full lips and warm eyes.

"No, but I'll take her. Who's the chubby one belong to? I'll trade!" His laugh sounded like squeaky windshield wipers.

The two men blocked my field of vision, but I could hear a third person stomping over to us. A hand on the shoulder of each of the men before me parted them. The man with the flat tire leered down at me before placing one hand on the top of my head, tilting it to the side. With his other hand on my shoulder, he brought his face close to my neck. I felt his hot breath against my skin  before something wet touched me. His tongue.

He licked a stripe from the base of my neck all the way up to my cheek bone.

"Mine."

The handsome man gasped before hitting the motorist on the arm, "No, Jimin! That's gross!"

"Ew, hyung! You took it too far!" Bunny-smile whined.

The motorist ignored both of them. He just stared at me with a confused look on his face.

"Uhh, guys?" He took a few steps back. A hush fell over the room. "I think I messed up."