#miseok

“Don’t even think about trying to escape or we’ll just make it worse for you,” Xiumin hissed. He grabbed your jaw in his his and forced you to look him in the eyes, fingers digging deep enough to leave a mark. “Such a shame too, you weren’t that bad looking,” he whispered with a sinister smirk and it was like a door opened and you mustered enough courage to spit in his face.

Your triumph was short lived as he dropped your face and your head was flung to the side by the force of his slap.

“That was a big mistake on your part sweetie,” he muttered through gritted teeth. “Get her the out of my sight,” He demanded and before you knew it you were being dragged away by Baekhyun.

There was a dull ring in your head as you desperately tried to wriggle away from the men who were dragging you down the all to familiar steps to the basement. The sting on your cheek burned and you could feel the sticky blood dripping down your face from the cut one of his many rings made on your cheek. You began to thrash and cry out more desperately as you descended into the darkness, the stench of blood and other bodily fluids was overwhelming making you light headed as you screamed louder. Baekhyun rounded a corner and stopped in front of a solid metal door aside from the grate in the center, he knocked twice before it swung open from the inside and you were shoved forward, landing on your knees with a cry while the door swung shut again.

You were bound and gagged, shackled to the wall with cuffs attached to chains so thick you knew there was no way they could be broken without the use of industrial tools. It seemed like a medieval dungeon the way your arms were pulled so far apart you were practically hanging off the wall, head lolling back against the grey concrete that made up the floors, ceilings, and walls of the room. You caught a glimpse of a drain in the floor at the center of the room just as Baekhyun finished tying the gag.

“Don't scream too loud or else you'll wake the others,” he threatened, “Be a good girl for Suho and hopefully you'll come out alive.”

You didn't want to know who the others were, whether it was others in the same position as you or the other members of the gang it couldn't be pleasant. You thrashed and whimpered behind the gag as Baekhyun slowly sauntered towards the door, chains rattling against the walls in an unpleasant melody. He turned at the door with a devilish smile gracing his feature letting out a dry laugh before leaving, metal door screeching closed with a crash.

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It wasn't until what you thought was the fourth day that Suho crept into your cell with what could only be described as pure childish delight shining in his eyes. You were left in the cell with no food and only enough water to keep you alive until he appeared. On what you guessed to be the second day the heating was turned up and you started to hallucinate , you felt as though you were cooking alive while you hung off the wall in delirium. You slipped in and out of feverish dreams, scenes dancing in and out of your blurring vision while screams of agony echoed through the walls. Where they used to be something you feared they soon became normal, echoing through your cell like a constant background music while you stayed limp fading in and out of consciousness until he arrived.

The shrill cry of metal against metal caught your attention as you blinked the sweat coating your body from your eyes. The echo of boots against concrete filled the room and chorused through your head like a symphony until you visit finally settled on Suho in front of you, clothes stained with red and dark smirk on his lips.

“I'm sorry it took so long for me to reach you,” he said,”I had other……. business to attend to.”

Involuntary, you shivered as his words and the more sinister meaning behind them.

“The good news,” he continued as he took a step back,”Is that now we have all the time in the world my dear.” He turned and took slow steps towards a table which had just now appeared in the corner of the room. You could just barely make out the glistening of metal and your mind wandered to the details of what sat on the table before him.

He hummed letting his hand drift over the table, eyebrows drawn together in frustration, “What shall we start with my dear Y/n?” He asked as his hand continued to drift over the table before freezing, “perfect,” he breathed out.

The breath caught in your throat as you just managed to catch the glint of a long dagger in the harsh blue light. You tried to struggle as he walked slowly back over to where you were strung up, tossing the dagger from one hand to another as if testing it while his smile only grew.

You tried to struggle but you could barely move, weakness spreading throughout your body as the click of his shoes against concrete rang through your chest as if it was hollow.

“Before we start the fun,” he whispered against your ear, “let's take this off.”

You shivered as the coolness of metal against your skin slid up your face and he sliced cleanly through the gag and it fell to the floor.

“I'm sure your screams sound beautiful,” he whispered before pressing his lips against your own aggressively and you felt the blade sliding up the side of your arm.

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The screech of the metal door opening made your ears perk though you remained limp, hanging from the shackles which had rubbed your wrist raw like a rag doll. Your body was littered with numerous cuts, slices, and bruises almost to the point where you didn't think there was a patch of your skin left untouched. Over the past week you had been beaten and bloodied to the point where you had no idea how your heart kept pumping blood through your body. The curtain of your matted hair hung in front of your face, blocking your view and hiding you at the same time but you could tell it was Chen and Kai who had come. You let them release you from your bindings as you slowly formulated a plan in your mind and when the final cuff was removed from your wrist you attacked.

Your body wasn't the only thing that was littered with cuts and bruises, your mind was damaged just as much, if not more than your body was. Over the past week something inside you had changed, broken, snapped as you lashed out to your right catching Chen in the ribcage and knocking him onto the floor. You moved with speed you didn’t even know you were capable of, launching to your feet just in time to catch a punch directly to your stomach, doubling over, breath knocked out of you. Before it may have kept you down but right now it only fuelled your rage more as you pushed yourself back up, whirling around and crashing your fist right into Chen’s cheekbone knocking him out for good as he crashed onto the concrete with a thud. You were about to relax when an arm wrapped around your neck from behind and dragged you away. Kai grunted low in your ear as you struggled under his grasp, panicking as your air supply was slowly being cut off and your vision was slowly dotting in and out. Out of desperation you put all your strength into driving your elbow straight back into Kai’s stomach, catching him off guard and causing him to loosen his grip so you could break free. You spun around dragging your nails down the side of his face and down his neck before slamming your foot into his knee causing him to crash onto the floor clutching his face next to his counterpart who still seemed to be out cold.

A deep sigh escaped from your throat “I can walk myself out,” You coughed between ragged breaths before you stumbled from the room, hand clutching your side. It was already obvious you were going to have a bruise and maybe even a few broken ribs but you kept limping up the stairs and through the large house, head held high.

Your cell door screeched shut behind you as you made your way down the dark basement hallway, using the wall for support is one of your legs dragged limply behind you. You grimaced and resisted the urge to cry out in pain as you reached the stairs, slowly climbing up them and away from the agonized cries coming from behind you. The perfectly shined hardwood floors squeaked beneath you as the familiar hallways passed before your eyes. There was no light filtering through the living room windows as you struggled past so you only assumed it was late at night or so early in the morning the sun hadn’t risen. The only light in the basement was the dull blue of the LED that flicked on and off at all times of the day. The constant sounds of headboards bumping against the walls and moans of names you knew all too well echoed from behind closed doors and into the hallway before the sound of a door opening caught your focus.

The floorboards creaked behind you just as you reached the final staircase leading up to the attic before someone reached out and grabbed your arm. You whirled around, yanking your arms out of the offenders grasp with a glare almost as deadly as your temper.

“Touch me again and I’ll leave you like Chen and Kai,” You hissed at D.O. through gritted teeth. At any other point the pure look of shock on his face would have caused a smug smile to burst onto your face but you just let out another huff and continued up the stairs as fast as you could, not looking back for even a second as you heard his hurried footsteps down the hall before you reached the closet that served as your room.

The door was cracked open only slightly and as you pushed it open further your heart dropped to your feet. Laying across your cot were all the clothes Xiumin had bought you along with twice as many books you had before and even makeup that matched your skin tone perfectly. You wanted to scream, rip the pages out of the books and scatter them across the room, you wanted the tear all the designer clothes to shreds and throw the bottles of expensive perfumes and makeup at the wall so they shattered. But something stopped you. Your hands balled into fists at your side but you couldn't move, you couldn't take your anger out on all the expensive things surrounding you, the gifts from him. You carefully picked them up and moved them to the side, handling them as if you breathed too hard they would disappear. You crawled into bed as tears started streaming down your face, this would be the only night you would cry, the only night when you let your emotions flow freely from now on.

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The pounding against the wood jerked you from your already fitful sleep. You were in a state of panic, your heart beating a mile a minute, for a moment you thought you had woken up back in that basement chained to the wall but you soon realized you were locked again in the cramped closet. The knock echoed again and you sprang up before throwing open the door, glare already evident on your face.

“Let me guess,” you cut off Baekhyun who was at the other side of the door, first poised to knock again, “Xiumin wants to see me?” Your glare was replaced by an evil smirk as you saw a flash of momentary shock pass across his face. You tilted your head to the side and crossed your arms over your chest before asking, “Does the boss want me so immediately that I have no time to change? After all, I don't want to put all the lovely clothes he bought me to waste.”

There was an underlying meaning to your words and Baekhyun seemed to catch on as well, making a show of peering at his wrist watch and letting out a long sigh, muttering, “Conference room, twenty minutes,” before leaving with a scowl.

Wearing the clothes he had bought for you was like a shield, a sign of power and you were determined to flaunt it in front of the assholes waiting in the conference room. You weren't going to let them see the many ways they hurt you, they may have broken you far beyond repair but that didn't mean you would show it to them as weakness, instead it would be your strength and you would look damn good.

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More than one shocked look made itself apparent on the men’s faces as you sauntered into the room which only made your confidence grow. You had taken extra time getting ready, making sure your makeup was done perfectly and the pair of skin tight leather pants you somehow managed to slip into matched with the studded heels that clicked threateningly as you walked and the high necked blouse you had worn on top. Scattered in with the wide eyes there were also equally as threatening glares, especially from those wearing fresh bandages in spots that were familiar but you turned a blind eye and carried on to the only empty seat left.

“I heard you wanted to see me?” You asked leaning back slightly in your seat and relaxing amongst all the men with tight shoulders and backs as straight as boards. It drew a small smirk to your lips as you saw the firm brows and tense frowns before turning your attention back to the boss who was sitting in a similar fashion to your own at an opposite end of the table.

“Indeed I did, it's so kind of you to… grace us with your presence,” he said with a smile that would seem kind if you hadn't seen it many times before and you knew it was hiding something sinister.

“What's with the sudden change in attitude? You've never treated me this way before?” You asked all but innocently.

“Your right my dear,” he sighed, leaning his elbow on the arm of his chair and resting his chin upon his hand, “This is a new situation for us both.”

You looked the man sitting opposite from you up and down. Power seemed to exude out of him while he sat menacingly in his large armchair, eyebrows set in a firm line, eye cold and calculating. He looked as if he was a snake ready to strike at any moment and in a matter of seconds you could be dead with a bullet hole in your skull. And yet somehow, he didn’t intimidate one bit. “And what situation would that be?” You asked with an underlying hint of sarcasm in your voice, “Are you going to lock me up and torture me for a second time?” You tilted your head to the side locking eyes with Suho who immediately tensed when you shot him a small smile meant for nobody other than him.

“Unfortunately it’s not,” he sighed, “although that situation has come up before.”

“Then what? Are you finally going to get rid of me for good?” You asked with fake excitement and you caught a few shared looks. Though you didn’t say it outright they new what you were hinting at and it was if they weren’t sure how to feel about it, all except for Xiumin who stayed stone cold.

“No, actually, I want you to join the gang.”

“You’re kidding right?” you snorted. There is no way any of the men sitting around this table would want you to join their little mafia ordeal, especially the boss. But he stayed stoic staring straight back at you, seriousness in his dark gaze unwavering. “Why exactly would you want me to be part of your little mafia thing?’

He sighed and tilted his head to the side, mirroring your posture, “In our line of business having women is an asset especially ones who can fight and if you can leave two of my best fighters looking like that,” he said gesturing to Chen and Kai who were scowling both in anger and pain, “I don’t see a reason why I wouldn’t want you to join.”

“For the record, I was against it,” Chen cut in with a glare in your direction which you returned just the same.

Xiumin cleared his throat bringing you both back to the conversation at hand. “What do you say?” He asked, motioning for Sehun who was sitting beside you to slide over a paper and pen, “Sign the contract and you’ll officially be a part of EXO.”

“So that’s what you call yourselves,” you muttered as you scanned the contract, it seemed to be the same rules the had given you when they had first taken you but this was official, if you signed this they had complete control over your life.

“Do I really have a choice?” You asked him.

He smiled back at you and leaned back into the pristine leather of his chair, “No.”