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𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙸𝚂 𝙼𝙾𝚂𝚃𝙻𝚈 𝚆𝚁𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙴𝙽 𝙱𝚈 𝙼𝚈 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙰𝙿𝙷𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙻 𝙼𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 AugustD_Kookie . 𝙸𝙻𝚈𝚂𝙼. 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙺 𝚈𝙾𝚄. 𝙸 𝙳𝙾𝙽'𝚃 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙸'𝙳 𝙳𝙾 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄.

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Jimin struggled to get free. The leather bindings were digging deep inside his skin as he forced the bounds to break. Both his hands and legs were tied as his naked body was laying on the cold metal table. He only had his briefs on. A cotton cloth was on his face, and his body suddenly panicked. He knew deep down what would happen. He had seen it multiple times, and it wasn't a pleasant sight.

Water was suddenly poured over the fabric, making his throat close in anticipation. He struggled as much as he could, his head moving from side to side, trying to breathe.

Water was intruding in all his orifices, his nose, his mouth. It made his lungs burn as the liquid ran down his throat, involuntary.

Everything burned. The anxiety, the inability to breathe, the tight bindings, was making him slow to react longer. He felt the energy leaving his body, making him a weak mess. He coughed violently, no release whatsoever in sight. Gagging sounds filled the room, as more water was poured down his face. That was it. He was going to die. He was going to drown in a basement, away from the people he cared about, if he even cared about them.

The cloth was taken out of his face, Jimin raised his head as much as he could, water and spit rolled down his chin, as he fought for every bit of air he could take.

J-Hope's malevolent laugh echoed through the room, and he grabbed a hold of Jimin's hair, making the other hiss in pain.

"Tell me where it is." He yelled as he smashed Jimin's head roughly against the table.

Jimin cried out in pain. "I don't know." He replied in a hoarse voice. His throat was burning and his eyesight was blurry. "Please..." He didn't know what he was doing. Why was he begging? Was he begging for his release, or for his death?

J Hope slapped his own thighs, bending down as he laughed at the pathetic sight of the other. His victim was completely drenched in cold water, his body twitching and shivering from the cold."Tell me where it is pup." This time, J Hope's voice was softer, but Jimin wasn't fooled. It was just a little bit of mercy before he would be tortured again.

"I don't know." He weakly replied back, his eyes snapped closed. He was close to surrendering to the dark side that was threatening to swallow him alive, not that he'd mind at that point.

J Hope sighed and slapped the boy hard, making his teeth rattle at the impact, and blood pouring out from a recent lip wound.

Jimin opened his eyes. He blinked a couple of times, trying to push off the fogg that was rendering his sight useless."Fine then." J Hope placed the cloth back on the boy's face. "If you're not willing to cooperate, then let's play." He said with a smirk.

Jimin's body painfully twitched. His legs were trying to rip their bindings, toes curled and back arched.

His hands were formed into fists, pulling and pushing his arms just so he could loosen up the holds.Then, water was again poured on his face. He fought hard to keep his spirit up. He moved his head, and tried to hold his breath, but J Hope saw, and didn't like it.

J-Hope pressed his thumbs on Jimin's nose, making the latter open his mouth, and then again, water invaded his mouth. Jimin's gargled sounds were music to his torturer's ears.

Then everything stilled. Jimin's body stopped twitching, his chest stopped moving, his body flat on the table, no sign of life.

"Fuck it. Dammit." J Hope cursed as he took off the cloth.

The boy's eyes were open, and stared back lifelessly. If he had killed his victim, Fox would have his head.

He started doing chest compression and mouth to mouth resuscitation. It took him more than three minutes, breaking some of the boy's ribs in the process from how hard he pressed against his chest. Then he heard it.

Loud coughing, water and blood spilling from his mouth, and then he cried, hard. The boy was alive, barely, but alive. "Fuck." J Hope breathed out in relief.

"What the fuck did you do?" Fox barked as he stepped inside the room along with RM, shocked to see water everywhere."I-I tried to fish out information, F-fox." J Hope stuttered at the coldness of the elder. J Hope knew he crossed the line. He almost killed the guy.

"There was an intruder. He is in the basement. Go to him. But . . ." Fox walked closer to the younger and looked straight in the eye "You. Will. Not. Touch. Him. Take Skull with you for assistance." Fox ordered in a tone so cold, J Hope shivered as he frantically nodded and left the room.

Jin started unbuckling the leather bindings on Jimin as he laid there sobbing and coughing, blood tainting his lips.

"Please call our Bun, love. He needs to be checked for any vital injury." Jin said as he helped Jimin down the metal table and onto the chair, which he was earlier tied onto.

Jimin sobbed as he sat onto the chair, muttering thank yous to Fox. Fox saved Jimin's life. Fox pulled him out of the abyss he was drowning in. Fox was his everything. He's sanity, his savior. The moment he saw Fox's face after being tortured, he knew he needed Fox. He needed Fox to keep him safe and sane. And he would do anything to keep Fox all to himself. He would never let Fox away from him. He'd never let anyone else touch Fox. For Fox was his to love and he was Fox's.

The thought of Fox being his immediately sent electricity throughout his body. Although he was tied again to the chair, drenched in water and his own blood, his mind couldn't stop but fly to places where Fox would kiss his body. He would leave purple marks on that beautiful skin of Fox. How he would suck Fox's dick to make him love more. How he would let Fox fuck him in any way he liked, just to preserve Fox's love for him. He knew Fox loved him and he loved Fox. His pants immediately tightened as his bulge grew evidently.

For Jimin, love was not something that involved heart and emotions. To a satyromaniac like him, love was just bodies fucking each other to oblivion. Love was nothing but sex.

𝙰/𝙽𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚁𝚃 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙴𝚁, 𝙱𝚄𝚃 𝙾𝙷 𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙻, 𝙹𝙸𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙸𝙴 𝚂𝚄𝙵𝙵𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙳.

𝚂𝙿𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴. 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙵.