[NC-17] Soul's Requiem (Chapter 3)
A/N: Okay guys, just a brief authors note before you get reading. I just wanted to let my readers now that this is the only chapter in which I will be placing a rated warning in the title. All other chapters that have rated material will be unmarked and you will receive no warning from me. For anyone that didn’t read the forwards, I would suggest you go back and do that now. Be sure to fully understand the warnings for this story. This is not a happy story about friends falling in love and living happily ever after. This is a brutal, violent story about sacrifice, revenge, hate, anger and the list goes on. Seriously, I’m saying this to stop anyone from reading that thinks this is just going to be light story where Jaejoong gets kidnapped, Jaejoong gets rescued and Jaejoong falls in love. If you have a problem with any of the warnings, please stop reading now.
Thank you! Please enjoy the third chapter of ‘Soul’s Requiem’.
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Silence. Ringing silence. Tense and unbroken save for the hum of the car’s engine.
The two men sat with eyes locked on the decrepit back road, neither of them saying anything as the sun crept lower down the western horizon.
The man in the drivers seat fidgeted slightly, fingers clutching the wheel in a tighter grasp before loosening slightly. He looked anxious, as if he had something he wanted to say, but was too apprehensive about breaking the thick blanket of silence.
Daniel Henney sighed and turned penetrating eyes on the man driving the car. “If you have something you want to say to me, then just fucking say it.” He growled, the tone of his voice suggesting his obvious annoyance at the other man’s lack of backbone.
“I think we should have waited to take him.” The man finally breathed, fingers clutching nervously around the steering wheel again, as if this would some how make his statement less annoying. “I mean, it was in the morning when a lot of people are out and anyone could have seen that little display, what the fuck are we gonna do if some dipshit calls the cops on us?” His voice was nervous and as he spoke he brought his right hand up to wipe away the sweat from his gleaming brow. He was a slightly rotund man with beady eyes and lips that always seemed to be pursed in a way that gave him a rather worried look about his round face.
“I had to take him then. The little bitch wasn’t trusting me like I thought he would, no thanks to his asinine father practically screaming that he didn’t trust me.” Henney’s eyes narrowed slightly and his dark gaze flickered out the window before he continued speaking. “Besides, we’re running on a rather limited schedule at the moment, so prolonging the inevitable for another day wouldn’t have done us any good.” He let out a soft sigh and let his gaze flicker aimlessly over the road, his slight annoyance clear on his shadow dappled face.
The silence fell back over the car, the drivers nervous energy hardly seeming to penetrate Daniel’s brooding mood as he continued to stare out the car window, his brow furrowed slightly as if he were contemplating some troubling idea.
“Did you hear that?” The driver flinched slightly as he spoke, beady eyes turning to glance between Henney and the road. “I think I heard him screaming.” His voice wavered slightly and his hands began that nervous gripping of the wheel again. “Oh, what if we get pulled over and the coppers decide to open the trunk, we’ll be behind bars before you can blink twice.” He glanced into the review mirror as he spoke, almost as if he expected to see a legion of police cars speeding after them with sirens blazing.
“Jungmin, we have half the police department paid off, do you really think that we would get put in jail for any substantial amount of time?” Henney sighed as he let his head fall aback against the head-rest. He looked tired, face seeming etched with lines of worry as his eyes fluttered shut and he let out a soft, almost inaudible, sigh.
Henney’s words seemed to placate the other male for a moment, his tense shoulders relaxing slightly, though his eyes began a dizzying circle of flickering from the road to the review mirror.
Well what do we do if he’s screaming back there?”
“We don’t do anything.” Henney sighed, turning his head slightly so he could stare at the other man. “He can scream as much as he likes back there, but it won’t do him a bit of good out here.”
And that was true.
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Jaejoong swam through the thick fog of unconsciousness, shallow breath hitching slightly as he felt a hot pain slowly beginning to edge its way across the back of his skull.
The comfortable haze that came with being unconscious slowly began to fade from his body and he slowly became aware of the cramping in his bent arms and legs.
He took a deep breath, groaning slightly as a wave of pain washed over his head.
Where was he?
The question bounced through his head, tripping the alarms in his mind. The memories of his horrid dream and waking up that morning to find Daniel Henney waiting for him, came rushing back to Jaejoong with a force, pulling a shocked gasp from his lips.
After taking a small moment to remember everything that had happened, the first prickling of panic began to inch its way into Jaejoong’s rational thought. His breathing became slightly shallow and his eyes opened wider in the darkness, as if this would somehow allow him to see in the dark.
He kicked his right leg out, the ball of his foot coming in contact with the trunk wall after hardly a foot of movement.
“Oh shit…oh fucking shit.” Jaejoong whimpered, the sound of his own voice hardly rising above the hum of the car’s engine.
He could feel a yell tickling the back of his throat, his body telling him that yelling was exactly the thing he needed to do right now.
No, no…yelling was not going to help him. Jaejoong pulled in a deep breath, fighting off the stinging sensation that was beginning to wash over his eyes. He was not going to cry right now, not when he needed to think rationally about the situation.
“Okay, so where am I?” He questioned himself aloud, needing something other than stifling silence to keep him calm. “I am in the back of Daniel Henney’s car.” His throat constricted around the words and he could only manage to push a strangled sob past his dry lips. He’d been kidnapped by his father’s friend. Who kidnapped a fucking twenty-two year-old male?
Jaejoong let out a groan, still refusing to allow himself to yell.
He pulled in another calming breath before stretching his arms out across the darkened trunk. It seemed that he had a little over his left arm span to the back of the trunk and about three feet until the front. It looked as if his nearly six foot frame was going to be cramped no matter which way he decided to turn. With a shaking sigh he rolled onto his back, his left forearm resting over his eyes. He could feel so many emotions washing over his body, slowly corroding his will not to panic. It was like an ocean with dark, churning waves smashing up against a small and lonesome lighthouse.
The reality of his situation was the most frightening thing of all. He was faced with the reality of dying at any moment and it scared him shitless. What was he supposed to do now? He was completely helpless without anything to defend himself. It was a new feeling, something he couldn’t remember ever feeling in his twenty-two years. This was panic beyond anything he’d ever known.
A silent moment passed as Jaejoong focused and keeping the air flowing in out and of his lungs. It felt like his throat had constricted tightly and was refusing to let decent amounts of air into his starving lungs. He assumed that the ache in his chest was probably due to his overwhelming fear and the pain in his head was caused by his rather nasty greeting with the edge of the trunk.
He reached up and felt the back of his head, wincing slightly as his fingers ghosted over bruised skin. There was a large knot in his head and he wasn’t sure if he felt the hair matted with a trickle of blood.
A fresh wave of panic slashed through him when he felt the car’s engine began to fade into a soft hum, signaling that the car was coming to a stop. His body rolled forward slightly and he extended his right palm to stop himself from moving further.
“Shit…shit, shit, shit.” He chanted in a panic-edged voice as he felt the car’s engine die underneath him. This was it, they had stopped moving. What was going to happen to him now? He could just imagine them running the car off a cliff, or setting it of fire and watching with smiles as Jaejoong was burned alive.
A sob clung to the back of his throat and the sound of his heart hammering in the cavern of his chest seemed to fill the entire car. How far away from home was he? Was if his father safe? Was he ever going to see home and family again? The last thought was shattered by the sound of car doors opening and closing almost in tandem. His heart skipped a beat before beginning to ram against the confines of his chest.
The cavern of the trunk suddenly seemed safe and warm when compared to the unknown dangers he would be facing upon exiting the vehicle.
The trunk clicked open and muted light burst into the dark space, chasing away the thick shadows and leaving Jaejoong’s sensitive eyes burning madly.
He gave a slightly shocked yelp as he brought his right hand up to shield his eyes from the afternoon sun, the outline of his attackers slightly visible through the cracks in between his fingers.
It was hardly ten seconds after they had opened the trunk, that a strong hand clamped over Jaejoong’s mouth while another grabbed onto his right wrist and bent it back sharply.
“I need you to listen carefully, Jaejoong, because what I’m about to tell you is very important.” Daniel’s dark voice growled close to his ear, the mans warm breath ghosting over Jaejoong’s face as he spoke. “In the place where I’m taking you, it’s very important that you be completely silent. If you put up a struggle or make a loud noise, I will break this pretty, little wrist of yours. Do you understand me?”
Jaejoong could now see Henney’s handsome face within inches of his own. The man was still painfully appealing, yet his face was now edged in something darker, a sort of apathy lingering in his dark eyes. Jaejoong knew that this man would not hesitate to follow through on his threats, he could tell by the grim set of his lips and the slight arch of his eyebrows.
Jaejoong nodded his head, eyes large with panic as his gaze swept to the other man who was shorter and fatter than Henney. The man had some kind of sack in his hands and was approaching the trunk opening.
Despite his agreement not to, Jaejoong struggled slightly, his head shaking back and forth as he eyed the second man with a look of pure fear. He wanted to get a grip on his body, but he could feel the tremors raking across his arms and legs, turning his bones to rubber under the weight of the heavy panic.
“I told you not to move, Jaejoong.” The hand tightened on his wrist, pushing it back even further than Jaejoong thought possible. He could feel the tight sensation in his joint, the searing pain letting him know his bones were being bent beyond their capacity.
“We’re going to blindfold you and take you out of the car. You will follow us wherever we take you without putting up a fight.” Henney’s voice left no room for begging or even negotiation. Jaejoong would either go willingly, or have his wrist broken and still end up going with them.
Despite the futility of it all, Jaejoong still let out a strangled sob as the bag was slid over his head, his vision submerged in darkness once again. He could make out the small pricks of light through the weave of the sack that had been placed over his head; however, there was hardly enough of a gap to let him see where he was going.
It took them hardly any effort to hoist him out of the trunk and place him on his own unsteady legs.
He could feel his whole body trembling slightly as he stood blind before two men who had kidnapped him. He wanted to speak, but fear had constricted his throat to the point where breathing was beginning to be troublesome.
Someone grabbed his elbow in a firm grip and began to drag him along to some unknown place. Jaejoong felt the panic bubbling in his gut as his mind fired off warnings due to his sudden blindness. He dug his heels in slightly and extend his other hand in a desperate attempt to regain some control over his momentum.
His shoe caught on something and he stumbled forward, head knocking against the firm back of another person.
There was no acknowledgement of his stumble, save for a tightening of the fingers around his elbow. There would be bruises on the tender flesh within a day or two.
It seemed as if they went on in that manner for an eternity, Jaejoong stumbling along behind someone he could only guess to be Daniel as they made their way to some unknown place.
If the dramatically cooled air was any indication, they had entered a building or some kind of structure which would have air-conditioning. The air smelled damp and he could almost feel the dew coating his skin. The ground beneath his feet was hard and their steps echoed around them slightly, which meant that they were in a large place with hard floorings, most likely stone.
He tensed slightly when he heard keys jingling and the sound of a heavy door squeaking open on slightly rusted hinges. The sound sent a shiver down his spine.
He was shuffled forward and the sounds around him changed. His footsteps no longer echoed and things almost sounded muted; the crunch underfoot suggested that the flooring had either given way to gravel, or there was a light dusting of dirt on the floor.
He was pulled to a sudden stop and a hand fisted into the fabric of the sack around his head. “I’m going to take this off, Jaejoong, if you make a sound there will be consequences.” Daniel’s voice was a low growl and their were a few snickers from around the room, suggesting that it was no longer just the three of them.
Before Jaejoong could make his reply, the sack was pulled from his head and he was left blinking into rather dim lighting. At first he could make out nothing of the room he was located in, but soon things began to clear and he saw the stone floors and walls extending at least eight feet wide and nine feet high. The room was dimly lit by two light bulbs that hung from the ceiling by a thin cord and even those were flickering as if on the verge of dying. The floor was an uneven stone that also resided on the walls and ceiling, giving the room a very claustrophobic feeling. There was dirt littering the floor, small piles of it gathered in the shadow hidden corners of the room. Aside from that there was a single metal chair and a rusty table off to his left. Other than that the room was barren and dank smelling, as if moisture had been captured in the room and left to go stale.
After taking a moment to look over his surroundings, Jaejoong’s wide-eyed gaze turned to the three men standing before him. Apparently the chubby, nervous looking man had left sometime in the journey and had been replaced by two other men. Both men were heavy set, though the one on the left seemed to be more muscle than the man standing to Henney’s right. Both also had hair that was cut short with chunks cut to the scalp to form some kind of pattern. The man on the left was dressed in simple clothing, a pair of faded jeans that were cut and faded in numerous places and a black Tee-shirt that fit his muscled form in a snug grip.
They looked like the typical, clichéd musclemen from all the action movies Jaejoong had ever seen. The chubbier one on the right even had three dark scars etched across his left cheek.
“Jaejoong, I would like you to meet Kangin,” Henney motioned to the man on his left, “and Shindong.” He motioned towards the man on his right, who gave a sort of sarcastic bow of his head before snickering slightly. “These boys are going to be assisting me with helping you get settled in.” His voice was low, as if he were worried about someone overhearing the conversation.
“Why are you doing this?” Jaejoong whimpered, unwanted tears stinging his eyes despite his will not to look weak in front of his captors. He was almost beyond caring, though. He had gone through more stress and fear in the last hour than he had in his entire life. He was entitled to a few moments of emotional breakdown.
“There are a few rules to staying with us here.” Henney went on as if he hadn’t heard Jaejoong’s whimpered query. “Rule number one: You are not to speak or make a sound unless I tell you it’s okay. Rule number two: You are to tell me the truth when I ask a question. If you lie to me there will be painful consequences.” He ticked off the numbers on his fingers before grabbing the back of the metal chair and turning it so he could recline on it’s cool surface while still being able to see Jaejoong.
“Take off your clothes.” He snapped into the silence, motioning for the removal of the garments with a simple swish of his wrist.
The men standing on either side of imposing male didn’t wait for Jaejoong to comply before they strode forward and began roughly jerking his clothes off of him.
His grey Tee-shirt ripped down the back and was roughly pulled away from his body. Panic, he was panicking now. Two pairs of hands were roughly pulling at his body, jerking the clothes off of him as easy as a person would pluck a leaf from a bush. He was numb from shock, not sure if he would have even been able to fight off the men had he been in full control of his body at the time.
It seemed that hardly seconds later they had him exposed completely to the chilly air of the room. Jaejoong felt goosebumps edge along his arms, lifting their dusting of hair that resided there. The two men on either side of him didn’t really seem to find anything amusing about his naked form, their smiles of satisfaction seeming to have come from the chance to manhandle someone. No, they weren’t interested in Jaejoong’s body. But there was someone who was. Henney sat with his left leg crossed over his right and his arms folded over his chest; the look within his dark eyes was positively animalistic.
“Very good.” He purred softly, eyebrows contracting slightly before lifting to show an expression of appreciation. “Now, Jaejoong, your father took something that belongs to us. Something that is very important to us. He thought we didn’t know, but we did, and now we’re paying him back for his betrayal of our trust.” Daniel uncrossed his arms and let his right hand rest against his left knee, long fingers tapping a silent tattoo against his Armani slacks.
“Unfortunately for you, the thing he stole cannot be recovered, which means that we had to take something from him that couldn’t be recovered once we’d done away with him…ah, I mean ‘it’.”
They were going to kill him. Oh shit, they were going to kill him. He was going to die in some dark and dank dungeon with his last sight of Daniel Henney grinning at him like the Cheshire Cat he was.
The tears were trekking freely down his cheeks now and he made no move to hinder their way. What did it matter? He was going to die anyway.
“Of course, before the last part of our plan comes into play, I’ll need to get some information from you.” Henney uncrossed his legs and leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on bent knees. “Where did your father put the money from the crest he took from my gang?” His voice was dead serious now, his eyes no longer burning with their obvious lust. This crest was important, that was for certain.
Jaejoong pulled in a deep breath and opened his mouth to speak, only to find that the words lodged deep within his throat, refusing to move past the lump there. Somehow the fact that he knew he was going to die soon was making it hard for him to form a word, let alone a sentence.
“I…don’t know what you’re talking about.” He stammered towards the floor, finding it impossible to hold Daniel’s intense and penetrating gaze.
“Don’t lie to us, Bitch.” Kangin growled as he pulled his hand back slightly before sending it to smash against the back of Jaejoong’s tender skull.
Jaejoong gasped loudly as the pain and shock from the sudden blow washed through his burning scalp. He heard the echoing cry reverberating across the walls, as if his slip of tongue was coming back to taunt him. He could feel the pinch of terror starting low in his gut. He’d made a noise and a loud one at that.
“Little fucker can’t seem to follow no rules.” Shindong gave a sinister laugh as he reached his hand out and curled his finger around the bare skin of Jaejoong’s upper arm. The flesh turned a bright pink under the man’s bruising grip and Jaejoong felt himself leaning towards Shindong slightly as if this would somehow release the pressure.
“I didn’t…it wasn’t my fault!” Jaejoong cried, jerking slightly at the hold the two men hand on his arms. Was this it then? Were they going to kill him for crying out in pain after being hit by a man who practically had a club for a hand?
“Whatcha wanna us tah do to him?” Shindong growled, his face alight with a look akin to a child on Christmas morning.
“Howsa about we break a few of dem dainty toes?” Kangin jumped in, earning a snicker of delight from his comrade as the heel of his shoe dug into Jaejoong’s pinky toe.
“No.” Henney stopped him with a simple word, his eyes calculating as his gaze swept Jaejoong‘s trembling form.
“Rape him.” Daniel sighed with a dismissive wave of his hand. “I don’t really have time to sit and break his toes.” He added before he relaxed into a metal chair and watched the shaking form that was Kim Jaejoong.
“No. No, no…no.” Jaejoong trembled at Henney’s simple command. Surely they weren’t going to rape him? He felt the panic bubbling in the pit of his stomach and resting at the back of his throat as he tired to keep himself from simple collapsing to the floor. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to scream or get sick, though both options seemed very likely to happen within the next few minutes.
“Hey, I’m no faggot. I ain’t puttin’ my dick up this boy’s ass.” Shindong balked slightly and took a step away from Jaejoong’s shaking form, disgust written clearly across his scarred face as he held his hands in the air slightly as if to say “I’m keeping my hands out of this one”.
“Well I sure as hell ain’t gonna do it either!” His companion jumped in, his brow furrowing as he glared at his counterpart. “What happened to all yer high and mighty shit about bein’ the top dog and doin; all the shit for the boss here?” He scoffed slightly, a slight smirk pulling at his lips as he eyed the other man.
“If either of your are in this room in ten seconds, I’m going to cut of your dicks and shove them down your throats.” Henney purred in a dark, steady voice. It was clear in his unwavering gaze that when he issued the threat, he had ever intention of following through with it.
It took no more than that simple threat to have both men scurrying from the room, the heavy door shutting with a metallic ‘clank’, behind them. Now it was only Daniel and Jaejoong standing before each other, one of them on the edge of hysterical panic and the other casually relaxed and contemplative.
“Lean over that table, Jaejoong.” Daniel nodded his head to a metal table that was in the far-left corner of the room. It was proudly five feet wide with patches of rust dotting its surface.
“No, please don’t do this to me.” He begged in a whisper, the trembling of his body seeming to grow at the realization of what was about to happen to him. “It wasn’t my fault…they hit me, what was I s-supposed to do?” Jaejoong sobbed softly, hands lifting slightly as he was crushed under another wave of tears.
“There is no negotiation in this room, Jaejoong. You either bend over that fucking table right now, or I break your legs so you won’t be able to move.” His voice was an annoyed hiss as he descended on Jaejoong’s trembling form, large hand coming out to fist into the back of Jaejoong’s hair. “So what’s it going to be?”
Jaejoong opened his mouth, but the words lodged in his throat and fell into a gurgling sob as he stared into the eyes of a man who had treated him so nicely just days before. He had been such a fool, so stupid to allow himself to get sucked in by this evil, despicable man.
“If that’s your choice then…”
“No!” Jaejoong managed to sob, head shaking as much as it could in the confines of Henney’s relentless grip. “I’ll d-do it.” He whispered in a shaking voice, his eyes clouding as another wave of tears washed over him. There had to be someone that was going to save him…someone that would rush through the door and spirit him off to some safe and warm place.
But as he reached that decrepit table and bent his upper body to rest against it, he knew that this was going to happen, no matter how much he cried and screamed. The pain and humiliation were knocking at his door and were getting in no matter if he welcomed them or not.
He could feel a chill washing over his bare skin as the cool metal came in contact with his warm body. His breath hitched and he bit on his bottom lip to keep it from trembling.
“Please, please…please, please, please.” Jaejoong felt his shoulders shake with a silent sob and heard the faint sound of his tears falling against the metal surface with a soft ‘splat’.
There was the sound of a zipper being lowered from behind him and a sudden wave of fresh panic washed over his body. He had to get out while he had a chance. His fight or flight responses were kicking in and adrenaline was now pumping through his veins. He could do this. All he needed was one good shot at the door.
With a sudden move, Jaejoong pushed himself off the table and made a dash for the door, hands extending slightly to break his impact as he slammed into the metal door with force. He frantically grabbed the handle and pushed, pulled and twisted to no avail.
The door was locked.
He was trapped.
He was dead.
There was a growl of anger from behind him before a strong arm came out and pinned his slender shoulders against the door. He could feel the cool metal grooves digging into his cheeks and chest as he was pressed harshly forward.
“Things could have been so much easier for you, Jaejoong.” Henney growled in a dark voice, his heated breath ghosting over Jaejoong’s shoulder as he spoke. “I might have even gone a bit easy on you if you hadn’t tried to pull that little stunt. You’re my bitch now and you will do everything I tell you to do.” His words were harsh and he was making quick movements behind Jaejoong to free his erection from the confines of his pants and boxers.
“Do you understand me, Bitch?”
Jaejoong couldn’t answer, not anymore. It felt like the panic had totally closed his throat in and he was only managing to get air to his lungs by drawing in haggard breath after haggard breath.
“I asked if you fucking understand me, Bitch!” Henney growled, pressing Jaejoong harder into the door as he positioned himself against the smaller males tight entrance.
The reality was setting in again as he felt a large, hot dick pressed firmly against his ass, he knew what was about to happen. He tensed his entire body, sphincter muscles clenching at the impending penetration. He could feel hot tears beginning to trek down his face again as Henney pulled away for a moment, aligning his hips for the first thrust.
When it hit he screamed, body convulsing against the door as he felt muscle and skin rip at the sudden intrusion. It hurt so badly, hurt more than any anal sex he’d ever had. There was no pleasure in his thrusts, just raw, stinging pain that spread through every single fiber of his being.
Henney grunted form behind him, left hand coming out to rest against the door and act as support. “Do you understand now, Slut?” He growled in a husky voice, breath coming in short gasps as he continued to pound into the whimpering boy between himself and the wall.
“You do what I tell you.” He thrust deeply, his dick sinking to the hilt in Jaejoong’s tight body, “When I tell you.” He finished with a growl before he fell back into pace, breath shortening as his orgasm neared.
Jaejoong could only cry and whimper as he was pounded into without mercy. His legs shook like mad and the only thing that was keeping him standing was Henney’s own body pressed closely against his own. He could feel his own body breaking out in a sweat, his dark hair clinging to his neck and forehead as he let out a strangled groan of pain. His fingers grasped at the grooves of the door as if this would somehow allow him to get away from the stinging pain. He was humiliated beyond anything he’d ever felt before. He felt as if he had no control over who used his body anymore. He was weak and pliable and people could just come and take whatever they wanted, no matter if he didn’t want them to.
Henney’s thrusts grew erratic and faster before he stiffened behind Jaejoong and let out a long sigh through his nose, obviously hiding the pleasure of his orgasm from the smaller male.
He stood still for a minute or two, pulling in a few deep breathes before he pulled easily from Jaejoong’s body and began to tuck his spent dick back into his pants. “See you tomorrow.” He muttered at Jaejoong, who had fallen to a boneless pile on the floor the moment Henney had stepped away.
Jaejoong didn’t open his eyes to watch Henney take his leave. He just sat there on the floor, feeling the sting of violent penetration throbbing throughout his body. Dazed and confused, he could hardly get a rational thought through. The only thing that seemed to form in his battered mind was a single word.
“Slut”
He knew it wasn’t true. He was raped, that didn’t make him a slut. Yet somehow his mind was telling him it applied in some sick and twisted way.
He was a slut.
He was Daniel Henney’s slut.
He started to cry.
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A/N: Thank you for reading.
Thank you! Please enjoy the third chapter of ‘Soul’s Requiem’.
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Silence. Ringing silence. Tense and unbroken save for the hum of the car’s engine.
The two men sat with eyes locked on the decrepit back road, neither of them saying anything as the sun crept lower down the western horizon.
The man in the drivers seat fidgeted slightly, fingers clutching the wheel in a tighter grasp before loosening slightly. He looked anxious, as if he had something he wanted to say, but was too apprehensive about breaking the thick blanket of silence.
Daniel Henney sighed and turned penetrating eyes on the man driving the car. “If you have something you want to say to me, then just fucking say it.” He growled, the tone of his voice suggesting his obvious annoyance at the other man’s lack of backbone.
“I think we should have waited to take him.” The man finally breathed, fingers clutching nervously around the steering wheel again, as if this would some how make his statement less annoying. “I mean, it was in the morning when a lot of people are out and anyone could have seen that little display, what the fuck are we gonna do if some dipshit calls the cops on us?” His voice was nervous and as he spoke he brought his right hand up to wipe away the sweat from his gleaming brow. He was a slightly rotund man with beady eyes and lips that always seemed to be pursed in a way that gave him a rather worried look about his round face.
“I had to take him then. The little bitch wasn’t trusting me like I thought he would, no thanks to his asinine father practically screaming that he didn’t trust me.” Henney’s eyes narrowed slightly and his dark gaze flickered out the window before he continued speaking. “Besides, we’re running on a rather limited schedule at the moment, so prolonging the inevitable for another day wouldn’t have done us any good.” He let out a soft sigh and let his gaze flicker aimlessly over the road, his slight annoyance clear on his shadow dappled face.
The silence fell back over the car, the drivers nervous energy hardly seeming to penetrate Daniel’s brooding mood as he continued to stare out the car window, his brow furrowed slightly as if he were contemplating some troubling idea.
“Did you hear that?” The driver flinched slightly as he spoke, beady eyes turning to glance between Henney and the road. “I think I heard him screaming.” His voice wavered slightly and his hands began that nervous gripping of the wheel again. “Oh, what if we get pulled over and the coppers decide to open the trunk, we’ll be behind bars before you can blink twice.” He glanced into the review mirror as he spoke, almost as if he expected to see a legion of police cars speeding after them with sirens blazing.
“Jungmin, we have half the police department paid off, do you really think that we would get put in jail for any substantial amount of time?” Henney sighed as he let his head fall aback against the head-rest. He looked tired, face seeming etched with lines of worry as his eyes fluttered shut and he let out a soft, almost inaudible, sigh.
Henney’s words seemed to placate the other male for a moment, his tense shoulders relaxing slightly, though his eyes began a dizzying circle of flickering from the road to the review mirror.
Well what do we do if he’s screaming back there?”
“We don’t do anything.” Henney sighed, turning his head slightly so he could stare at the other man. “He can scream as much as he likes back there, but it won’t do him a bit of good out here.”
And that was true.
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Jaejoong swam through the thick fog of unconsciousness, shallow breath hitching slightly as he felt a hot pain slowly beginning to edge its way across the back of his skull.
The comfortable haze that came with being unconscious slowly began to fade from his body and he slowly became aware of the cramping in his bent arms and legs.
He took a deep breath, groaning slightly as a wave of pain washed over his head.
Where was he?
The question bounced through his head, tripping the alarms in his mind. The memories of his horrid dream and waking up that morning to find Daniel Henney waiting for him, came rushing back to Jaejoong with a force, pulling a shocked gasp from his lips.
After taking a small moment to remember everything that had happened, the first prickling of panic began to inch its way into Jaejoong’s rational thought. His breathing became slightly shallow and his eyes opened wider in the darkness, as if this would somehow allow him to see in the dark.
He kicked his right leg out, the ball of his foot coming in contact with the trunk wall after hardly a foot of movement.
“Oh shit…oh fucking shit.” Jaejoong whimpered, the sound of his own voice hardly rising above the hum of the car’s engine.
He could feel a yell tickling the back of his throat, his body telling him that yelling was exactly the thing he needed to do right now.
No, no…yelling was not going to help him. Jaejoong pulled in a deep breath, fighting off the stinging sensation that was beginning to wash over his eyes. He was not going to cry right now, not when he needed to think rationally about the situation.
“Okay, so where am I?” He questioned himself aloud, needing something other than stifling silence to keep him calm. “I am in the back of Daniel Henney’s car.” His throat constricted around the words and he could only manage to push a strangled sob past his dry lips. He’d been kidnapped by his father’s friend. Who kidnapped a fucking twenty-two year-old male?
Jaejoong let out a groan, still refusing to allow himself to yell.
He pulled in another calming breath before stretching his arms out across the darkened trunk. It seemed that he had a little over his left arm span to the back of the trunk and about three feet until the front. It looked as if his nearly six foot frame was going to be cramped no matter which way he decided to turn. With a shaking sigh he rolled onto his back, his left forearm resting over his eyes. He could feel so many emotions washing over his body, slowly corroding his will not to panic. It was like an ocean with dark, churning waves smashing up against a small and lonesome lighthouse.
The reality of his situation was the most frightening thing of all. He was faced with the reality of dying at any moment and it scared him shitless. What was he supposed to do now? He was completely helpless without anything to defend himself. It was a new feeling, something he couldn’t remember ever feeling in his twenty-two years. This was panic beyond anything he’d ever known.
A silent moment passed as Jaejoong focused and keeping the air flowing in out and of his lungs. It felt like his throat had constricted tightly and was refusing to let decent amounts of air into his starving lungs. He assumed that the ache in his chest was probably due to his overwhelming fear and the pain in his head was caused by his rather nasty greeting with the edge of the trunk.
He reached up and felt the back of his head, wincing slightly as his fingers ghosted over bruised skin. There was a large knot in his head and he wasn’t sure if he felt the hair matted with a trickle of blood.
A fresh wave of panic slashed through him when he felt the car’s engine began to fade into a soft hum, signaling that the car was coming to a stop. His body rolled forward slightly and he extended his right palm to stop himself from moving further.
“Shit…shit, shit, shit.” He chanted in a panic-edged voice as he felt the car’s engine die underneath him. This was it, they had stopped moving. What was going to happen to him now? He could just imagine them running the car off a cliff, or setting it of fire and watching with smiles as Jaejoong was burned alive.
A sob clung to the back of his throat and the sound of his heart hammering in the cavern of his chest seemed to fill the entire car. How far away from home was he? Was if his father safe? Was he ever going to see home and family again? The last thought was shattered by the sound of car doors opening and closing almost in tandem. His heart skipped a beat before beginning to ram against the confines of his chest.
The cavern of the trunk suddenly seemed safe and warm when compared to the unknown dangers he would be facing upon exiting the vehicle.
The trunk clicked open and muted light burst into the dark space, chasing away the thick shadows and leaving Jaejoong’s sensitive eyes burning madly.
He gave a slightly shocked yelp as he brought his right hand up to shield his eyes from the afternoon sun, the outline of his attackers slightly visible through the cracks in between his fingers.
It was hardly ten seconds after they had opened the trunk, that a strong hand clamped over Jaejoong’s mouth while another grabbed onto his right wrist and bent it back sharply.
“I need you to listen carefully, Jaejoong, because what I’m about to tell you is very important.” Daniel’s dark voice growled close to his ear, the mans warm breath ghosting over Jaejoong’s face as he spoke. “In the place where I’m taking you, it’s very important that you be completely silent. If you put up a struggle or make a loud noise, I will break this pretty, little wrist of yours. Do you understand me?”
Jaejoong could now see Henney’s handsome face within inches of his own. The man was still painfully appealing, yet his face was now edged in something darker, a sort of apathy lingering in his dark eyes. Jaejoong knew that this man would not hesitate to follow through on his threats, he could tell by the grim set of his lips and the slight arch of his eyebrows.
Jaejoong nodded his head, eyes large with panic as his gaze swept to the other man who was shorter and fatter than Henney. The man had some kind of sack in his hands and was approaching the trunk opening.
Despite his agreement not to, Jaejoong struggled slightly, his head shaking back and forth as he eyed the second man with a look of pure fear. He wanted to get a grip on his body, but he could feel the tremors raking across his arms and legs, turning his bones to rubber under the weight of the heavy panic.
“I told you not to move, Jaejoong.” The hand tightened on his wrist, pushing it back even further than Jaejoong thought possible. He could feel the tight sensation in his joint, the searing pain letting him know his bones were being bent beyond their capacity.
“We’re going to blindfold you and take you out of the car. You will follow us wherever we take you without putting up a fight.” Henney’s voice left no room for begging or even negotiation. Jaejoong would either go willingly, or have his wrist broken and still end up going with them.
Despite the futility of it all, Jaejoong still let out a strangled sob as the bag was slid over his head, his vision submerged in darkness once again. He could make out the small pricks of light through the weave of the sack that had been placed over his head; however, there was hardly enough of a gap to let him see where he was going.
It took them hardly any effort to hoist him out of the trunk and place him on his own unsteady legs.
He could feel his whole body trembling slightly as he stood blind before two men who had kidnapped him. He wanted to speak, but fear had constricted his throat to the point where breathing was beginning to be troublesome.
Someone grabbed his elbow in a firm grip and began to drag him along to some unknown place. Jaejoong felt the panic bubbling in his gut as his mind fired off warnings due to his sudden blindness. He dug his heels in slightly and extend his other hand in a desperate attempt to regain some control over his momentum.
His shoe caught on something and he stumbled forward, head knocking against the firm back of another person.
There was no acknowledgement of his stumble, save for a tightening of the fingers around his elbow. There would be bruises on the tender flesh within a day or two.
It seemed as if they went on in that manner for an eternity, Jaejoong stumbling along behind someone he could only guess to be Daniel as they made their way to some unknown place.
If the dramatically cooled air was any indication, they had entered a building or some kind of structure which would have air-conditioning. The air smelled damp and he could almost feel the dew coating his skin. The ground beneath his feet was hard and their steps echoed around them slightly, which meant that they were in a large place with hard floorings, most likely stone.
He tensed slightly when he heard keys jingling and the sound of a heavy door squeaking open on slightly rusted hinges. The sound sent a shiver down his spine.
He was shuffled forward and the sounds around him changed. His footsteps no longer echoed and things almost sounded muted; the crunch underfoot suggested that the flooring had either given way to gravel, or there was a light dusting of dirt on the floor.
He was pulled to a sudden stop and a hand fisted into the fabric of the sack around his head. “I’m going to take this off, Jaejoong, if you make a sound there will be consequences.” Daniel’s voice was a low growl and their were a few snickers from around the room, suggesting that it was no longer just the three of them.
Before Jaejoong could make his reply, the sack was pulled from his head and he was left blinking into rather dim lighting. At first he could make out nothing of the room he was located in, but soon things began to clear and he saw the stone floors and walls extending at least eight feet wide and nine feet high. The room was dimly lit by two light bulbs that hung from the ceiling by a thin cord and even those were flickering as if on the verge of dying. The floor was an uneven stone that also resided on the walls and ceiling, giving the room a very claustrophobic feeling. There was dirt littering the floor, small piles of it gathered in the shadow hidden corners of the room. Aside from that there was a single metal chair and a rusty table off to his left. Other than that the room was barren and dank smelling, as if moisture had been captured in the room and left to go stale.
After taking a moment to look over his surroundings, Jaejoong’s wide-eyed gaze turned to the three men standing before him. Apparently the chubby, nervous looking man had left sometime in the journey and had been replaced by two other men. Both men were heavy set, though the one on the left seemed to be more muscle than the man standing to Henney’s right. Both also had hair that was cut short with chunks cut to the scalp to form some kind of pattern. The man on the left was dressed in simple clothing, a pair of faded jeans that were cut and faded in numerous places and a black Tee-shirt that fit his muscled form in a snug grip.
They looked like the typical, clichéd musclemen from all the action movies Jaejoong had ever seen. The chubbier one on the right even had three dark scars etched across his left cheek.
“Jaejoong, I would like you to meet Kangin,” Henney motioned to the man on his left, “and Shindong.” He motioned towards the man on his right, who gave a sort of sarcastic bow of his head before snickering slightly. “These boys are going to be assisting me with helping you get settled in.” His voice was low, as if he were worried about someone overhearing the conversation.
“Why are you doing this?” Jaejoong whimpered, unwanted tears stinging his eyes despite his will not to look weak in front of his captors. He was almost beyond caring, though. He had gone through more stress and fear in the last hour than he had in his entire life. He was entitled to a few moments of emotional breakdown.
“There are a few rules to staying with us here.” Henney went on as if he hadn’t heard Jaejoong’s whimpered query. “Rule number one: You are not to speak or make a sound unless I tell you it’s okay. Rule number two: You are to tell me the truth when I ask a question. If you lie to me there will be painful consequences.” He ticked off the numbers on his fingers before grabbing the back of the metal chair and turning it so he could recline on it’s cool surface while still being able to see Jaejoong.
“Take off your clothes.” He snapped into the silence, motioning for the removal of the garments with a simple swish of his wrist.
The men standing on either side of imposing male didn’t wait for Jaejoong to comply before they strode forward and began roughly jerking his clothes off of him.
His grey Tee-shirt ripped down the back and was roughly pulled away from his body. Panic, he was panicking now. Two pairs of hands were roughly pulling at his body, jerking the clothes off of him as easy as a person would pluck a leaf from a bush. He was numb from shock, not sure if he would have even been able to fight off the men had he been in full control of his body at the time.
It seemed that hardly seconds later they had him exposed completely to the chilly air of the room. Jaejoong felt goosebumps edge along his arms, lifting their dusting of hair that resided there. The two men on either side of him didn’t really seem to find anything amusing about his naked form, their smiles of satisfaction seeming to have come from the chance to manhandle someone. No, they weren’t interested in Jaejoong’s body. But there was someone who was. Henney sat with his left leg crossed over his right and his arms folded over his chest; the look within his dark eyes was positively animalistic.
“Very good.” He purred softly, eyebrows contracting slightly before lifting to show an expression of appreciation. “Now, Jaejoong, your father took something that belongs to us. Something that is very important to us. He thought we didn’t know, but we did, and now we’re paying him back for his betrayal of our trust.” Daniel uncrossed his arms and let his right hand rest against his left knee, long fingers tapping a silent tattoo against his Armani slacks.
“Unfortunately for you, the thing he stole cannot be recovered, which means that we had to take something from him that couldn’t be recovered once we’d done away with him…ah, I mean ‘it’.”
They were going to kill him. Oh shit, they were going to kill him. He was going to die in some dark and dank dungeon with his last sight of Daniel Henney grinning at him like the Cheshire Cat he was.
The tears were trekking freely down his cheeks now and he made no move to hinder their way. What did it matter? He was going to die anyway.
“Of course, before the last part of our plan comes into play, I’ll need to get some information from you.” Henney uncrossed his legs and leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on bent knees. “Where did your father put the money from the crest he took from my gang?” His voice was dead serious now, his eyes no longer burning with their obvious lust. This crest was important, that was for certain.
Jaejoong pulled in a deep breath and opened his mouth to speak, only to find that the words lodged deep within his throat, refusing to move past the lump there. Somehow the fact that he knew he was going to die soon was making it hard for him to form a word, let alone a sentence.
“I…don’t know what you’re talking about.” He stammered towards the floor, finding it impossible to hold Daniel’s intense and penetrating gaze.
“Don’t lie to us, Bitch.” Kangin growled as he pulled his hand back slightly before sending it to smash against the back of Jaejoong’s tender skull.
Jaejoong gasped loudly as the pain and shock from the sudden blow washed through his burning scalp. He heard the echoing cry reverberating across the walls, as if his slip of tongue was coming back to taunt him. He could feel the pinch of terror starting low in his gut. He’d made a noise and a loud one at that.
“Little fucker can’t seem to follow no rules.” Shindong gave a sinister laugh as he reached his hand out and curled his finger around the bare skin of Jaejoong’s upper arm. The flesh turned a bright pink under the man’s bruising grip and Jaejoong felt himself leaning towards Shindong slightly as if this would somehow release the pressure.
“I didn’t…it wasn’t my fault!” Jaejoong cried, jerking slightly at the hold the two men hand on his arms. Was this it then? Were they going to kill him for crying out in pain after being hit by a man who practically had a club for a hand?
“Whatcha wanna us tah do to him?” Shindong growled, his face alight with a look akin to a child on Christmas morning.
“Howsa about we break a few of dem dainty toes?” Kangin jumped in, earning a snicker of delight from his comrade as the heel of his shoe dug into Jaejoong’s pinky toe.
“No.” Henney stopped him with a simple word, his eyes calculating as his gaze swept Jaejoong‘s trembling form.
“Rape him.” Daniel sighed with a dismissive wave of his hand. “I don’t really have time to sit and break his toes.” He added before he relaxed into a metal chair and watched the shaking form that was Kim Jaejoong.
“No. No, no…no.” Jaejoong trembled at Henney’s simple command. Surely they weren’t going to rape him? He felt the panic bubbling in the pit of his stomach and resting at the back of his throat as he tired to keep himself from simple collapsing to the floor. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to scream or get sick, though both options seemed very likely to happen within the next few minutes.
“Hey, I’m no faggot. I ain’t puttin’ my dick up this boy’s ass.” Shindong balked slightly and took a step away from Jaejoong’s shaking form, disgust written clearly across his scarred face as he held his hands in the air slightly as if to say “I’m keeping my hands out of this one”.
“Well I sure as hell ain’t gonna do it either!” His companion jumped in, his brow furrowing as he glared at his counterpart. “What happened to all yer high and mighty shit about bein’ the top dog and doin; all the shit for the boss here?” He scoffed slightly, a slight smirk pulling at his lips as he eyed the other man.
“If either of your are in this room in ten seconds, I’m going to cut of your dicks and shove them down your throats.” Henney purred in a dark, steady voice. It was clear in his unwavering gaze that when he issued the threat, he had ever intention of following through with it.
It took no more than that simple threat to have both men scurrying from the room, the heavy door shutting with a metallic ‘clank’, behind them. Now it was only Daniel and Jaejoong standing before each other, one of them on the edge of hysterical panic and the other casually relaxed and contemplative.
“Lean over that table, Jaejoong.” Daniel nodded his head to a metal table that was in the far-left corner of the room. It was proudly five feet wide with patches of rust dotting its surface.
“No, please don’t do this to me.” He begged in a whisper, the trembling of his body seeming to grow at the realization of what was about to happen to him. “It wasn’t my fault…they hit me, what was I s-supposed to do?” Jaejoong sobbed softly, hands lifting slightly as he was crushed under another wave of tears.
“There is no negotiation in this room, Jaejoong. You either bend over that fucking table right now, or I break your legs so you won’t be able to move.” His voice was an annoyed hiss as he descended on Jaejoong’s trembling form, large hand coming out to fist into the back of Jaejoong’s hair. “So what’s it going to be?”
Jaejoong opened his mouth, but the words lodged in his throat and fell into a gurgling sob as he stared into the eyes of a man who had treated him so nicely just days before. He had been such a fool, so stupid to allow himself to get sucked in by this evil, despicable man.
“If that’s your choice then…”
“No!” Jaejoong managed to sob, head shaking as much as it could in the confines of Henney’s relentless grip. “I’ll d-do it.” He whispered in a shaking voice, his eyes clouding as another wave of tears washed over him. There had to be someone that was going to save him…someone that would rush through the door and spirit him off to some safe and warm place.
But as he reached that decrepit table and bent his upper body to rest against it, he knew that this was going to happen, no matter how much he cried and screamed. The pain and humiliation were knocking at his door and were getting in no matter if he welcomed them or not.
He could feel a chill washing over his bare skin as the cool metal came in contact with his warm body. His breath hitched and he bit on his bottom lip to keep it from trembling.
“Please, please…please, please, please.” Jaejoong felt his shoulders shake with a silent sob and heard the faint sound of his tears falling against the metal surface with a soft ‘splat’.
There was the sound of a zipper being lowered from behind him and a sudden wave of fresh panic washed over his body. He had to get out while he had a chance. His fight or flight responses were kicking in and adrenaline was now pumping through his veins. He could do this. All he needed was one good shot at the door.
With a sudden move, Jaejoong pushed himself off the table and made a dash for the door, hands extending slightly to break his impact as he slammed into the metal door with force. He frantically grabbed the handle and pushed, pulled and twisted to no avail.
The door was locked.
He was trapped.
He was dead.
There was a growl of anger from behind him before a strong arm came out and pinned his slender shoulders against the door. He could feel the cool metal grooves digging into his cheeks and chest as he was pressed harshly forward.
“Things could have been so much easier for you, Jaejoong.” Henney growled in a dark voice, his heated breath ghosting over Jaejoong’s shoulder as he spoke. “I might have even gone a bit easy on you if you hadn’t tried to pull that little stunt. You’re my bitch now and you will do everything I tell you to do.” His words were harsh and he was making quick movements behind Jaejoong to free his erection from the confines of his pants and boxers.
“Do you understand me, Bitch?”
Jaejoong couldn’t answer, not anymore. It felt like the panic had totally closed his throat in and he was only managing to get air to his lungs by drawing in haggard breath after haggard breath.
“I asked if you fucking understand me, Bitch!” Henney growled, pressing Jaejoong harder into the door as he positioned himself against the smaller males tight entrance.
The reality was setting in again as he felt a large, hot dick pressed firmly against his ass, he knew what was about to happen. He tensed his entire body, sphincter muscles clenching at the impending penetration. He could feel hot tears beginning to trek down his face again as Henney pulled away for a moment, aligning his hips for the first thrust.
When it hit he screamed, body convulsing against the door as he felt muscle and skin rip at the sudden intrusion. It hurt so badly, hurt more than any anal sex he’d ever had. There was no pleasure in his thrusts, just raw, stinging pain that spread through every single fiber of his being.
Henney grunted form behind him, left hand coming out to rest against the door and act as support. “Do you understand now, Slut?” He growled in a husky voice, breath coming in short gasps as he continued to pound into the whimpering boy between himself and the wall.
“You do what I tell you.” He thrust deeply, his dick sinking to the hilt in Jaejoong’s tight body, “When I tell you.” He finished with a growl before he fell back into pace, breath shortening as his orgasm neared.
Jaejoong could only cry and whimper as he was pounded into without mercy. His legs shook like mad and the only thing that was keeping him standing was Henney’s own body pressed closely against his own. He could feel his own body breaking out in a sweat, his dark hair clinging to his neck and forehead as he let out a strangled groan of pain. His fingers grasped at the grooves of the door as if this would somehow allow him to get away from the stinging pain. He was humiliated beyond anything he’d ever felt before. He felt as if he had no control over who used his body anymore. He was weak and pliable and people could just come and take whatever they wanted, no matter if he didn’t want them to.
Henney’s thrusts grew erratic and faster before he stiffened behind Jaejoong and let out a long sigh through his nose, obviously hiding the pleasure of his orgasm from the smaller male.
He stood still for a minute or two, pulling in a few deep breathes before he pulled easily from Jaejoong’s body and began to tuck his spent dick back into his pants. “See you tomorrow.” He muttered at Jaejoong, who had fallen to a boneless pile on the floor the moment Henney had stepped away.
Jaejoong didn’t open his eyes to watch Henney take his leave. He just sat there on the floor, feeling the sting of violent penetration throbbing throughout his body. Dazed and confused, he could hardly get a rational thought through. The only thing that seemed to form in his battered mind was a single word.
“Slut”
He knew it wasn’t true. He was raped, that didn’t make him a slut. Yet somehow his mind was telling him it applied in some sick and twisted way.
He was a slut.
He was Daniel Henney’s slut.
He started to cry.
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A/N: Thank you for reading.