"There is no sorrow except in captivity."
-Rajneesh
Your blue eyes softly fluttered open, long lashes blinking way your tiredness as you buried your face into your pillow, the soft silk sheets, becoming a welcome distraction from the outside world.
You slowly sat up, stretching your arms over your head, and yawning contently, your gaze falling upon the morning sunlight that shone through your curtains.
You had slept like a baby after Yoongi agreed to stay with you. The nightmare terrified you to no end. It felt so real. You could remember the monster's hollowed out eye sockets, and rotting flesh. You could still smell it's decay.
You shivered at the awful memories, your mind knew that it was just a nightmare, but a small part of you believed that maybe some of it was real.
A soft yawn broke your train of thought and your blue eye fell onto Yoongi, who was slowly beginning to wake up. He stayed the whole night with you, even after you fell asleep he couldn't bring himself to leave, even though the chair was uncomfortable, and he barely got any sleep, he didn't regret staying and protecting you, not even a little bit.
"Good morning." You greeted as a small yawn escaped your mouth.
The soldier ran a hand through his already messy hair, rubbing his tired eyes as they moved to you.
"Did you have any more night terrors, woman?" He asked in a husky morning voice.
You shook your head, pulling back the covers and swinging your legs over the side of the bed.
"No. Thank you for staying with me."
Yoongi nodded, his hazel eyes moving to the balcony.
"Don't expect it to happen again." He said. "I value my sleep."
You let out a soft laugh, standing from your bed.
Yoonig's eyes widened as he took in your attire. You wore only your nightgown, and you were alone with a man. The situation was highly inappropriate. If someone were to walk in and see the two of you like this, assumptions would be made.
"I-I should take my leave." He stuttered out nervously. "I shall return when I have changed my clothing and you are....dressed appropriately."
You raised your eyebrows in confusion, looking down at yourself.
Your nightgown wasn't even that revealing, it fell to your mid-calf, and the neckline was only about three inches from your collar bone. The material was made of a thinner silk, but not enough to cause a scandal....at least not where you're from.
"You don't have to leave." You stated. "It's not like I'm naked or anything."
Yoongi tried to stop the dark blush from coloring his cheeks, but he failed miserably, his face and neck being stained with red.
He was frustrated with himself. He was a grown man with strong disposition, no woman had ever made him feel inferior, not even when they showed up in his chambers, wearing nothing more than a robe. But you say something slightly pointed in that direction and he like is a blushing thirteen year old.
The soldier cleared his throat, nodding his head. He figured it would be okay, since no one was allowed in your room, except for him and the Pharaoh, and knowing the spoiled king, he was probably still asleep in his chambers.
"You should eat something," He said as he motioned to the plate of food left on your vanity the night before. "You have barely touched any food since you arrived here."
You eyed the fruits, your stomach still turning from your nightmare. You didn't have the appetite to eat anything after the sickening things your mind conjured up.
"I'm not hungry."
A frown instantly fell onto the general's face.
Not hungry? Every woman in the palace was always ready to drop everything just to be honored by fruit from the Pharaoh's garden. As silly as it may seem, it was the dream of thousands of women to eat the Pharaoh's food. But you just simply rejected it.
Yoongi opened his mouth to say something, but he was cut off abruptly.
The door to your bedroom slammed open, the wooden surface slamming against the wall and causing a loud "BANG" to fill the room.
Both you and Yoongi jumped back in shock and fright, neither of you expecting visitors.
Taehyung stormed in angrily, four men walking in behind him.
You recognized the men as a few of Taehyung's private guards, they had been in the throne room when you had first met the Pharaoh.
You looked at Taehyung curiously.
"What are you doing here?"
Taehyung's kohl-lined eyes sent you a hard glare, his whole body radiating pure, unadulterated rage as he pointed an accusing finger at you.
"I shall deal with you later." He stated roughly.
You watched as his gaze fell onto Yoongi, who was watching the scene nervously, his mouth becoming dry at the thought of facing the Pharaoh's wrath.
"Grab him."
Taehyung's voice was deep and raspy, his tone instantly alerting you for the worst.
Two of the guards around him moved to Yoongi and grabbed him by his arms, dragging him away from you and towards the angry Pharaoh. Yoongi struggled against the men restlessly, his body kicking as he tried to get away.
You began to step towards the man but the other two guards grabbed your arms harshly, forcing you to stay put. You jerked your body under their touch, confusion quickly being replaced with anger and annoyance.
"What is the meaning of this?!" Yoongi yelled, still struggling against the guards.
Taehyung ignored him and reached his hand out towards one of the guards. The guard reached behind him, pulling out an odd object you couldn't quite see.
"Why are you here?" You asked angrily.
Taehyung turned to face you, still angry.
"Is there a problem?" He asked sarcastically. "I did not think you had a problem with men coming into your bedchambers unannounced."
Your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion.
"What are you talking about?"
The Pharaoh scoffed loudly, his hands falling to his side in annoyance.
"I am not obligated to explain myself to you, whore."
Your eyes widened at his cruel words. After the way he defended you to those men last night, you thought that maybe, just maybe, there was a slim chance he had actually matured, that he had become a slightly better man than what he was the day you first arrived, but clearly....You were wrong.
Taehyung turned to look back at the guards holding Yoongi.
"His shirt."
Yoongi's eyes widened in horror as realization dawned on him, he began to struggle harder against the men, but he was no match for them.
The turned him around, his back now facing the angry Pharaoh. The guards grabbed his white, sheath shirt, ripping it in half and leaving it to hang limply around his elbows. His bare back was now exposed to everyone in the room.
You still couldn't grasp what was going on, your mind was rushing all over the place.
Taehyung shifted his body towards Yoonig, allowing you to catch a glimpse of the object he held.
Your eyes widened.
It was a slave whip.
The Pharaoh raised his hand, the sun glaring against the silver tips of the whip.
"Stop this!" You yelled.
Taehyung completely ignored you, his grip tightening on the whip as he watched Yoongi tense his shoulders, preparing for the blow.
"No!"
His hand came down.
Hard.
You flinched at the loud sound of the whip, the silver tips scratching Yoongi's flesh and drawing blood.
Yoongi released a grunt of pain, his back muscles tightening as he braced for another blow.
You eyes clouded over with angry tears as Taehyung whipped him again and again, each blow becoming harder than the last.
You couldn't watch, the sounds of the leather meeting his skin filling your ear and making you sick to your stomach.
You squeezed your eyes shut tightly.
Taehyung noticed your closed eyes and stopped his attacks on Yoongi, grabbing your chin roughly.
"Open your eyes," He growled. "You are going to understand what happens when you allow another man to touch you."
You slowly opened your eyes, tears falling down your cheeks as you watched blood drip down Yoongi's tanned skin, open wounds and raw flesh completely on display.
"Turn him to face me."
Taehyung ordered.
The guards did as they were told, turning Yoongi's weak body around.
You bit your lip in sadness as Yoongi's chest heaved in exhaustion and pain, his hazel eyes staring at the ground.
Taehyung sent him a glare, his pupils blown wide with anger.
The general's head snapped to the side, a red mark appearing on his cheek.
"I have warned you time and time again not to touch my things." Taehyung stated. "You have constantly disobeyed me. If you were not loyal to me and my armies this would have been much worse. You are no longer to be her escort, in fact you are going to stay far away from her, or I swear to the gods above, I will not hesitate to kill you. General or not."
Yoongi nodded his head weakly, his mouth dry.
"Y-Yes Pharaoh."
Taehyung tilted his head towards the guards, signalling for them to leave the room.
The nodded in understanding, hoisting Yoongi's limp body up and walking out of your bed room. The guards holding you released your arms and followed after them, shutting the door on their way out.
Taehyung turned to face you.
Your nostrils flared as you marched to him, your hand sending his face a hard slap.
His head snapped to the side at the impact, a bright red mark appearing on his face as he slowly turned to face you.
His eyes had darkened dangerously, the dark chocolate orbs staring directly into your bright blue eyes.
"You selfish, simple minded little brat!" You yelled angrily. "What is wrong with you?! You can't just storm into my room and whip a human being like an animal! Yoongi is your friend, you can't-"
"That man is not my friend." He growled. "He is my subject. He is to live by the rules of my kingdom and he has disobeyed them constantly. He should not have come into your room."
"Who I allow into my room is none of your concern!" You screamed. "You do not own me, no matter how badly you want to."
Taehyung grabbed your wrist, squeezing it tightly.
"You can believe whatever you wish, but the reality of this situation is that I do own you. I know every move you make, and I know every time you disobey me. You are my property and if I ever catch you even looking in the direction of my general again, I will kill him. Do you understand?"
You jerked your hand away from him roughly.
"Get out."
Taehyung smirked, turning away from you and walking towards your door.
"Oh." He started. "I will be sending the maids up to collect your clothes."
You crossed you arms over your chest.
"Why?"
He glanced around the room.
"It has become apparent to me, that you cannot be trusted with your own bedchamber. From now on you will be staying in my chambers
With me."
A/N,
I HATED WRITING YOONGI IN PAIN, BUT I LOVE THIS CHAPTER.#BIPOLAR
So @LillianHughes read the last chapter (Terrors) and said that it was boring, I thought I did a good job on it, but apparently I need to try harder and do better. I promise I will try to make every chapter from here on out NOT boring. :) <3
-Max