Tortured Body and Soul [3/3]
Woot~ It's done and I'll tell you know before you get down tot he end, that this isn't the end. There will probably be a follow up one shot or something, but this could totally stand alone, so I'm not making any definite promises.
Major warnings in this chapter, though. There is rape. I'm just going to leave it at that because it's neither just mentions nor graphic detail. So, if you're squeamish when it comes to this topic[as I would completely understand], please do not read.
First Installment
Second Installment
“I told the boss that Himchan would fuck him.”
“Guess that means we all get a go at him now, right?”
Jongup wasn’t sure if it was fear or disgust pooling in the pit of his stomach as he stared at the two figures in the doorway, their silhouettes outlined but otherwise impossible to make out. He swallowed thickly and tried not to make his fear so obvious, but it was. Of course it was. He was a prisoner and he had just had sex and he was going to be-
“Like hell you’re touching him.” Himchan stated firmly after his initial shock. He knew that this could happen, but he had been hoping that they would have more time. He just needed a little more time. He didn’t want Jongup to be touched by anyone but him. He had tortured him, yes, but he also loved him. No one else could claim that and no one else could claim the right to touch him in any such way-not while he was around and alive to complain.
Jongup glanced over at his lover, unable to even push himself to sit up, too weak and too afraid to even attempt any sort of movement that might put these two men on the offense. He swallowed thickly and watched how Himchan stood tall and proud, looking unmovable and the sight of it would have taken Jongup’s breath away if he had any breath to take away. He was tired and weary and had just been satisfied like he had only dreamed of from the moment he was brought into this place of pain by the person who caused him said pain.
The way in which Himchan stood up for his lover caused the two men at the door to laugh and make their way in. Jongup visibly shuddered and it only caused one of them to laugh even more. They weren’t of any significance, their looks at least. They didn’t look particularly threatening, nor did they seem out of the ordinary. For being in a gang, they didn’t have any features that stood out. But Jongup figured that was the whole point… Zelo always joked that Jongup was too pretty to be in a gang himself, too pretty to be caught up in what they did and always told him to get out while he could. Jongup now wished that he took him up on that offer…
“Can I go first, hyung?” The taller of the two spoke out, Jongup feeling his whole heart plummet into his stomach as he realized just what the man was implying as his sleep deprived, starved state hadn’t pieced together up until that point...
“I don’t see why not. A couple of the others might want a go. It’s been a while since we’ve had a prisoner that we could fuck.” It was that scratchy voiced one, the one that sounded like nails on a chalkboard and Jongup just wanted to curl up in Himchan’s arms and never be parted from him again. “He looks like he’d suck cock like a good-“
“Fuck no!” Himchan yelled. He took a step between Jongup and the two who were about to do something that Jongup had never thought he’d be on the receiving end of. He’d heard what happened to hostages of gangs; he’d been told by Blackman what others did and what they would never do and Jongup had been happy because of that fact. They weren’t the kind to cause pointless pain, to do such a thing; he shouldn’t be surprised that Himchan was.
There was a cruel laugh from another man who stepped into the room, leaning against the frame of the old door, looking over Jongup like he was something to devour and Jongup had never felt so disgusted with himself. “You cleaned him up, Himchan. He’s free game now.” Himchan was shaking his head, but the one who had just entered wouldn’t have it. “You knew what would happen if you fucked the kid; don’t be so surprised. We’ll kill him before we use him too much.”
Himchan…knew. Himchan knew this would happen. He knew what he was doing. Jongup whimpered at that thought and he couldn’t believe it and yet…he knew it was true. He let out a soft groan while he began to try and push himself up. He couldn’t just lay there and take whatever they were about to give him. That was weak and he wasn’t weak.
“Aw, look at the kid. He’s trying so hard.” The man against the doorframe spoke cruelly.
“Leave him alone! You’re not going to touch him.” Himchan finally spoke, moving back and sitting on the cot to gently help Jongup sit up, but the man didn’t want his help. Jongup wasn’t going to accept help from someone who not only betrayed him, tortured him, but had sex with him while knowing what that would mean for him. “Jongup, baby, don’t listen to them. I won’t let them touch you; I promise.”
“Your promises mean nothing, Kim!” Jongup cried out, pulling back and since he was unable to sit up on his own, he fell back to the bed and cried out as pain shot through him, leaving him terribly immobile for a few moments while he tried to catch his bearings.
Himchan only closed his eyes and pulled back just slightly.
“Out of here, Kim. I don’t like an audience.” The one who had been allowed the first turn spoke as he grabbed Himchan’s arm to remove him from the cot. He didn’t think that Himchan would put up a fight; hell, Jongup didn’t even think that Himchan would bother putting up a fight because he didn’t think that it would matter now. They were both wrong as Himchan not only pulled back his arm to be released by also threw the other one to hit the man across the face, knocking him back a few feet and standing before Jongup with determination set on his face.
“Himchan!” The one from the doorway yelled, but didn’t move forward, watching as the raspy-voiced one stepped forward instead and made a move to grab Himchan to subdue him.
“I said no one is touching him!” Himchan threw out another punch, but the one at the receiving end of the first punch made it to him first and pulled his arms back, not allowing his hyung to be punched again. But Himchan wasn’t done. He didn’t pause after being restrained before he’s throwing his head back to hit the other, causing him to be released and allowing him to dive at the other. Despite having tortured the poor man on the cot for the past week, Himchan wasn’t going to allow Jongup to come to anymore harm, let alone at the hand of someone else. By the time that he actually pushed the elder man up against the wall, his arm cocking back to deliver that punch that had been interrupted earlier, Himchan was subdued himself by a blow to the head. The man that had been standing in the doorway finally stepped forward to put a stop to this madness.
During the time that Himchan had been trying to fight off Jongup’s eventual attackers, he had been slowly pushing himself up, pressing his back into the corner as though that would save him. He knew that he wasn’t strong enough to attempt to run away and he wasn’t in any condition to get out of there where he had no idea where he even was, but that didn’t mean he was going to lie there and allow himself to be violated in such a way.
“Get him the fuck out of here.” The boss-Jongup assumed-growled out, anger obvious in his voice. “That fucker…I knew he’d be no good to us. Can’t even get this fucker to tell us where Blackman’s hideout is.” As he was speaking, his hands dropped to his belt buckle, undoing the loop and pulling the tongue from it, beginning to slide it out of his pants.
“J-Jonguppie…” Himchan groaned as he lay on the ground before he was hefted from the floor by the two henchmen that had been hoping to get a go at the hostage before the boss did as the boss rarely ever left anyone in a state for someone else’s use.
“Shut him up.”
“Fuck-“ The man with the raspy voice cursed, doubling over as he held a hand to his crotch, obviously having just been kneed. Himchan wasn’t giving up that easily. He was barely conscious, hardly coherent and he couldn’t just sit there while Jongup was about to be violated in a way he knew he’d never be forgiven for allowing to happen.
It took another few minutes for Himchan to be under control again. He was forced down to his knees while the other two men held his arms in place, looking to their boss for instructions on what to do next. And as their boss was about to open his mouth to give them their orders, he had a better idea. He glanced at Jongup with such malice that Jongup felt himself growing ill but there was only that bit of water that Himchan had allowed him and nothing else in his stomach.
“I have a better idea.” It didn’t take much force for the boss to take Jongup’s hands and bind them with the belt, painfully so that Jongup was crying out initially. He struggled against them and tried to pull his hands free but was quickly slapped across the face for his efforts.
“Jongup!” Himchan cried out, struggling as well. He couldn’t just sit here and watch his lover be harmed.
“You’re going to watch, Himchan. And I’m going to make your boy enjoy this.” Jongup whimpered again and as he made a move to throw himself from the cot as stupid as that was, a hand wrapped around his throat and held him in place. “I’d like it if you struggle, dear Jonguppie, it’ll be funny to see Himchan’s reactions.”
“Don’t you touch him! Seunghyun, I’m serious! I’ll fucking kill you if you touch him!” Himchan yelled out angrily and was responded with a smack upside the head, but that hardly deterred him. “Leave him alone! He’ll tell me what you want to know. Just let him be!”
“You no longer have a say in this.” Seunghyun, as Jongup now knew him to be called, smirked, his hand still around the hostage’s neck as he motioned to his two lackeys. “Put up him where this bitch was.”
Himchan’s eyes widened and he began to double his efforts of struggling. He wasn’t going to go down without a fight, he wasn’t going to allow Jongup to be tortured any further and he wasn’t going to allow them to just tie him up as though he were nothing deserving of the time of day. His body thrashed side to side and yet he couldn’t get his arms free and couldn’t aim a kick that would bring one of his captor’s down to allow him the freedom to move. Before he knew it, his arms were being strung up above his head where Jongup’s had been for the past week. He was chained and there was no chance of escape at this point.
“Now, both of you out; this is a private affair.” Neither of them questioned, but the taller one did express some displeasure before the door was shut and their boss was left alone with Jongup and Himchan, both of them looking to the man with fear and anger respectively. “You know what…Himchan has been real faithful, Jongup, were you aware of that?” Himchan was in the process of cursing him to every hell that he knew of. “Well, not right now, but he’s a pretty loyal bastard-not to you; to me.” The slap in the face was metaphorical this time but it hurt no less, causing Jongup to wince and lift his bound hands to try and pull the one from his throat, but he hardly could get the hand to budge, so he instead worked on getting his hands from the bindings. “Because of that, I’ll give you one chance to tell me where Blackman’s hideout is. Tell me that and I’ll let both of you go.”
Jongup tensed at the offer. He glanced up to the man, to the man who was otherwise handsome if not for the evil that Jongup knew he was possessed by. It was such a simple offer. One that promised their lives and yet…he was obviously more loyal than Himchan.
“Just tell him!” Himchan cried out, drawing Jongup’s eyes over to him before they returned to the man standing above him, threatening to cut off his air supply at any moment.
“No.” Jongup rasped out.
Seunghyun had anticipated that answer and so the eagerness and excitement that developed in his gaze frightened Jongup more than anything else and he didn’t even know what he had gotten himself into.
“I like that answer. Seems like your bitch is more loyal than you, Himchannie; aren’t you proud?” Himchan furiously shook his head, refusing to believe that his lover, his precious boyfriend, the sensitive and still somewhat innocent man that he’d fallen in love with so long ago was about to be hurt in a way that he might never recover from. “I’ve heard of how you speak about how perfect of a fuck he is; that still true? I wonder if he’ll be as vocal for me as you claim him to be for you.”
“No…” Jongup whimpered. Up until that point, he had been denying that anything of this sort would happen to him. He wouldn’t allow himself to believe that it could because Himchan wouldn’t subject him to this sort of torture that was no longer just of his body. “No!” Jongup cried out even though his voice was hoarse from the dehydration and all the screaming that he had been doing over the past week. He finally got one of his hands free from the makeshift bond and began to push at the one still around his throat, kicking out his leg at the same time because there was no way that he was going to take it.
“My, my…” Seunghyun laughed as his hand tightened around Jongup’s throat and his other hand dropped to grab Jongup’s thigh, fingers curling around the back of it and pressing into the wounds that lay there, causing him to cry out suddenly. “He is quite appealing; I can see how you’d find him a hot fuck.”
Jongup began to shake his head furiously. He didn’t want to hear all of this. It was bad enough that he had to tell himself over and over again that he didn’t love Himchan, that he never loved him and while their relationship had been intimate, he’d never given him his body and soul like he promised a thousand times over. He spared a glance over at said lover and was heartbroken to see tears running down his face, his wrists already bloody from the amount of struggling he was doing and Jongup knew how much those hurt. Part of him was reminded of the love that he and Himchan had, but the other was cruel and just reminded him of all that Himchan had done to him. None of that mattered, not while he was being easily overpowered and guided onto his back, his legs being pulled and he couldn’t even fight off his attacker. He was quickly becoming weary. Defeat was imminent and yet it wasn’t something that Jongup could accept. Not this of all things that could be done to him…
Himchan was shouting obscenities in between the sobbing that he was openly doing, continuing to try and get out of the chains. He’d have no luck with that. Jongup tried many times and never could get out. And he knew that Himchan knew this, but the man wouldn’t stop. He couldn’t just hang there and watch his lover be degraded and-
A sharp cry echoed through the cell as Jongup’s hand were pulled painfully above his head and his legs were spread in such a way that it caused his hips to ache immediately. It felt like they couldn’t be spread any further. It made it so he couldn’t fight. He couldn’t kick; he couldn’t close himself off to his attacker. He could only focus on the pain that was now surging through him in a more intense way that anything that Himchan had done to him and that might have been because of the way fear was also coursing through him intensely.
Soft sobs left Jongup’s lips and he couldn’t think to silence himself, simply trying to writhe and get out from under this man who had undone his pants and was about to do something that Jongup knew would hurt despite having just had something inside of him. His body wasn’t ready for this, his body didn’t want it and the man had been lying when he had said that he’d make Jongup enjoy this-Jongup still couldn’t decide which were the lesser of two evils.
“Baby, baby, look at me. Look at me, Jongup.” Jongup quickly looked to his lover, tears in both of their eyes and yet Himchan was trying to smile through them, his forearms covered in his own blood as his wrists were being torn down to the bone. “Baby, there you go, baby. It’ll be okay. I promise everything will be okay. I’m going to get you out of here and then I’m going to take you away. Jong-“
The scream that pierced the room in which they were in and echoed through it, bouncing off the walls, created such pain for Himchan that he let out an anguished cry of his own. It wasn’t as though it hurt him terribly, it was the fact that he was being penetrated against his will, he couldn’t fight off this man who he didn’t want inside of him and he was conscious of every painstakingly slow moment that passed as that length slid into him, slicked by Himchan’s release whether or not Jongup was okay with it. He didn’t know if he was grateful for Himchan’s earlier release but given what they had all said, if Himchan hadn’t done what he did, then this wouldn’t be happening and so Jongup couldn’t decide what would have been worse; to die without knowing that he was loved, or be loved and then brutally raped.
“Jongup!” Himchan’s cry finally pierced Jongup’s mind as he had been trying to block everything out, but in reality, his screams had been so loud that it was near impossible for anyone to hear anything over them. And so when Jongup did hear his lover shout his name, he turned and looked to him, eyes wide and filled with tears. “Look at me! Just look at me, baby! I love you, I love you so much!”
What Himchan said didn’t make any of this easier despite his efforts to do so and Jongup was finding it harder to concentrate on what the man was saying to begin with. He wasn’t’ sure that he wanted to know what Himchan was saying because it wasn’t making it easy and was only making the pain that was tormenting his body and soul more real, torturing him in such a way that he never thought possible, that he never wanted to know was something that people did to purposefully harm one another in a way that wasn’t purely physical like all of what Himchan had been doing to him.
Jongup would take Himchan’s torture for another full week before he would lose all hope of being saved and would lose every chance that he had of making it out of there because all of what Himchan had done to him paled in comparison to the torment that he was now experiencing and he didn’t know how anyone would be able to survive, how anyone could make it through this. Jongup had never felt so violated in his life and he didn’t know what was to be expected while he cried underneath a man that he didn’t even know, that he would otherwise never have interacted with, that he never would have thought could be a man who would be enjoying creating such pain for him.
The man was speaking to him, Jongup knew that and yet his mind was thankfully blocking out absolutely everything that could only serve to harm him more. It was what Jongup was thankful for and would look back on with gratitude; it would be the silver lining.
Suddenly, a loud noise echoed through the room and Jongup felt the heavy weight of the man above him rest on top of him and everything stopped. The thrusting stopped, the grip on his wrists stopped and he could definitely say that the man stopped speaking even if he didn’t know what he was saying from the start.
But there was no noise from Himchan either. The man had stopped shouting and yelling at Jongup. He could hear the faint rustling of chains, some voices. Fuck, no more people. This guy said he didn’t want an audience and Jongup had been happy to keep it that way. But he could only take so much.
He then began to sob, simply sob. Loud, body-wrenching sobs that hurt him in so many ways to make and yet he couldn’t stop. This man was still on top of him, still inside of him and still torturing him and he just wanted him gone.
“Baby, baby, it’s okay.” Jongup’s eyes opened as he suddenly felt the weight of the man off of him, his eyes wide as he was pulled to and lifted against Himchan’s chest. The man had tears streaking down his face as he cradled his lover close to him, the naked and broken and used man not even responding to an embrace that he had been intimately familiar with for the past year.
“Get him up and get him out of here, Kim.”
Jongup quickly looked over to the man he had pledged his life to for the past few years, seeing him standing with the taller but younger man, both of them armed and on the defense while waiting for Himchan to gather the younger man into his arms.
“Yongguk…” Jongup cried out, not even thinking that up until that point, he had only ever referred to the eldest man as Blackman while in Himchan’s presence.
“It’s alright, kid.” Yongguk promised as he flashed him a quick smile before turning to leave the room. There was the sound of a few more gunshots but the maknae hardly looked phased.
“We’ll get you home, hyung.” The youngest spoke before following out their boss to clear the way for Himchan to take the immobile Jongup.
The hostage glanced up at the man who had been torturing him for the last week, who was the one who was holding him and had…
“I told you I would get you out of here, baby…” Himchan’s voice was soft as he lifted the man up from the floor, careful but quick as he spared a single glance to the man who had just been on top of his lover, wishing that he had been the one to shoot him but Yongguk was the one to claim that feat.
Later, Jongup would discover that the day after the raid, Himchan had found Yongguk and Junhong-no longer needing to refer to them as Blackman and Zelo-and told them of where Jongup was being held and what he must do to him. He would learn of how they had been doing all they could to plan out an infiltration with Daehyun and Youngjae going undercover and nearly losing their lives in the process. Jongup would be told of how they had been keeping in contact very sporadically and for days, Junhong had to deal with an emotionally distraught boss because Himchan hadn’t updated them and told them if Jongup had been alive or not. And when Jongup and Himchan were alone, Himchan would tell the younger man of how he had been hoping that they would be saved like the plan consisted of, but if they weren’t then he had wanted to express his love for Jongup in the last way that he could after making his life hell for the past week.
Eventually, Jongup would notice that anytime anyone saw him in a state of undress, guilt would pass over their features. He would see that Himchan took extra care with him when they were making love, always kissing over the scars that he created on once so perfect skin. He would see how his lover would avoid Yongguk when Jongup would become shirtless; the scars that marred his body bared to all unintentionally as sometimes shirtlessness couldn’t be avoided.
Hopefully, one day, he’d become indifferent to it, they all would, but that day would not be anytime soon.
Major warnings in this chapter, though. There is rape. I'm just going to leave it at that because it's neither just mentions nor graphic detail. So, if you're squeamish when it comes to this topic[as I would completely understand], please do not read.
First Installment
Second Installment
“I told the boss that Himchan would fuck him.”
“Guess that means we all get a go at him now, right?”
Jongup wasn’t sure if it was fear or disgust pooling in the pit of his stomach as he stared at the two figures in the doorway, their silhouettes outlined but otherwise impossible to make out. He swallowed thickly and tried not to make his fear so obvious, but it was. Of course it was. He was a prisoner and he had just had sex and he was going to be-
“Like hell you’re touching him.” Himchan stated firmly after his initial shock. He knew that this could happen, but he had been hoping that they would have more time. He just needed a little more time. He didn’t want Jongup to be touched by anyone but him. He had tortured him, yes, but he also loved him. No one else could claim that and no one else could claim the right to touch him in any such way-not while he was around and alive to complain.
Jongup glanced over at his lover, unable to even push himself to sit up, too weak and too afraid to even attempt any sort of movement that might put these two men on the offense. He swallowed thickly and watched how Himchan stood tall and proud, looking unmovable and the sight of it would have taken Jongup’s breath away if he had any breath to take away. He was tired and weary and had just been satisfied like he had only dreamed of from the moment he was brought into this place of pain by the person who caused him said pain.
The way in which Himchan stood up for his lover caused the two men at the door to laugh and make their way in. Jongup visibly shuddered and it only caused one of them to laugh even more. They weren’t of any significance, their looks at least. They didn’t look particularly threatening, nor did they seem out of the ordinary. For being in a gang, they didn’t have any features that stood out. But Jongup figured that was the whole point… Zelo always joked that Jongup was too pretty to be in a gang himself, too pretty to be caught up in what they did and always told him to get out while he could. Jongup now wished that he took him up on that offer…
“Can I go first, hyung?” The taller of the two spoke out, Jongup feeling his whole heart plummet into his stomach as he realized just what the man was implying as his sleep deprived, starved state hadn’t pieced together up until that point...
“I don’t see why not. A couple of the others might want a go. It’s been a while since we’ve had a prisoner that we could fuck.” It was that scratchy voiced one, the one that sounded like nails on a chalkboard and Jongup just wanted to curl up in Himchan’s arms and never be parted from him again. “He looks like he’d suck cock like a good-“
“Fuck no!” Himchan yelled. He took a step between Jongup and the two who were about to do something that Jongup had never thought he’d be on the receiving end of. He’d heard what happened to hostages of gangs; he’d been told by Blackman what others did and what they would never do and Jongup had been happy because of that fact. They weren’t the kind to cause pointless pain, to do such a thing; he shouldn’t be surprised that Himchan was.
There was a cruel laugh from another man who stepped into the room, leaning against the frame of the old door, looking over Jongup like he was something to devour and Jongup had never felt so disgusted with himself. “You cleaned him up, Himchan. He’s free game now.” Himchan was shaking his head, but the one who had just entered wouldn’t have it. “You knew what would happen if you fucked the kid; don’t be so surprised. We’ll kill him before we use him too much.”
Himchan…knew. Himchan knew this would happen. He knew what he was doing. Jongup whimpered at that thought and he couldn’t believe it and yet…he knew it was true. He let out a soft groan while he began to try and push himself up. He couldn’t just lay there and take whatever they were about to give him. That was weak and he wasn’t weak.
“Aw, look at the kid. He’s trying so hard.” The man against the doorframe spoke cruelly.
“Leave him alone! You’re not going to touch him.” Himchan finally spoke, moving back and sitting on the cot to gently help Jongup sit up, but the man didn’t want his help. Jongup wasn’t going to accept help from someone who not only betrayed him, tortured him, but had sex with him while knowing what that would mean for him. “Jongup, baby, don’t listen to them. I won’t let them touch you; I promise.”
“Your promises mean nothing, Kim!” Jongup cried out, pulling back and since he was unable to sit up on his own, he fell back to the bed and cried out as pain shot through him, leaving him terribly immobile for a few moments while he tried to catch his bearings.
Himchan only closed his eyes and pulled back just slightly.
“Out of here, Kim. I don’t like an audience.” The one who had been allowed the first turn spoke as he grabbed Himchan’s arm to remove him from the cot. He didn’t think that Himchan would put up a fight; hell, Jongup didn’t even think that Himchan would bother putting up a fight because he didn’t think that it would matter now. They were both wrong as Himchan not only pulled back his arm to be released by also threw the other one to hit the man across the face, knocking him back a few feet and standing before Jongup with determination set on his face.
“Himchan!” The one from the doorway yelled, but didn’t move forward, watching as the raspy-voiced one stepped forward instead and made a move to grab Himchan to subdue him.
“I said no one is touching him!” Himchan threw out another punch, but the one at the receiving end of the first punch made it to him first and pulled his arms back, not allowing his hyung to be punched again. But Himchan wasn’t done. He didn’t pause after being restrained before he’s throwing his head back to hit the other, causing him to be released and allowing him to dive at the other. Despite having tortured the poor man on the cot for the past week, Himchan wasn’t going to allow Jongup to come to anymore harm, let alone at the hand of someone else. By the time that he actually pushed the elder man up against the wall, his arm cocking back to deliver that punch that had been interrupted earlier, Himchan was subdued himself by a blow to the head. The man that had been standing in the doorway finally stepped forward to put a stop to this madness.
During the time that Himchan had been trying to fight off Jongup’s eventual attackers, he had been slowly pushing himself up, pressing his back into the corner as though that would save him. He knew that he wasn’t strong enough to attempt to run away and he wasn’t in any condition to get out of there where he had no idea where he even was, but that didn’t mean he was going to lie there and allow himself to be violated in such a way.
“Get him the fuck out of here.” The boss-Jongup assumed-growled out, anger obvious in his voice. “That fucker…I knew he’d be no good to us. Can’t even get this fucker to tell us where Blackman’s hideout is.” As he was speaking, his hands dropped to his belt buckle, undoing the loop and pulling the tongue from it, beginning to slide it out of his pants.
“J-Jonguppie…” Himchan groaned as he lay on the ground before he was hefted from the floor by the two henchmen that had been hoping to get a go at the hostage before the boss did as the boss rarely ever left anyone in a state for someone else’s use.
“Shut him up.”
“Fuck-“ The man with the raspy voice cursed, doubling over as he held a hand to his crotch, obviously having just been kneed. Himchan wasn’t giving up that easily. He was barely conscious, hardly coherent and he couldn’t just sit there while Jongup was about to be violated in a way he knew he’d never be forgiven for allowing to happen.
It took another few minutes for Himchan to be under control again. He was forced down to his knees while the other two men held his arms in place, looking to their boss for instructions on what to do next. And as their boss was about to open his mouth to give them their orders, he had a better idea. He glanced at Jongup with such malice that Jongup felt himself growing ill but there was only that bit of water that Himchan had allowed him and nothing else in his stomach.
“I have a better idea.” It didn’t take much force for the boss to take Jongup’s hands and bind them with the belt, painfully so that Jongup was crying out initially. He struggled against them and tried to pull his hands free but was quickly slapped across the face for his efforts.
“Jongup!” Himchan cried out, struggling as well. He couldn’t just sit here and watch his lover be harmed.
“You’re going to watch, Himchan. And I’m going to make your boy enjoy this.” Jongup whimpered again and as he made a move to throw himself from the cot as stupid as that was, a hand wrapped around his throat and held him in place. “I’d like it if you struggle, dear Jonguppie, it’ll be funny to see Himchan’s reactions.”
“Don’t you touch him! Seunghyun, I’m serious! I’ll fucking kill you if you touch him!” Himchan yelled out angrily and was responded with a smack upside the head, but that hardly deterred him. “Leave him alone! He’ll tell me what you want to know. Just let him be!”
“You no longer have a say in this.” Seunghyun, as Jongup now knew him to be called, smirked, his hand still around the hostage’s neck as he motioned to his two lackeys. “Put up him where this bitch was.”
Himchan’s eyes widened and he began to double his efforts of struggling. He wasn’t going to go down without a fight, he wasn’t going to allow Jongup to be tortured any further and he wasn’t going to allow them to just tie him up as though he were nothing deserving of the time of day. His body thrashed side to side and yet he couldn’t get his arms free and couldn’t aim a kick that would bring one of his captor’s down to allow him the freedom to move. Before he knew it, his arms were being strung up above his head where Jongup’s had been for the past week. He was chained and there was no chance of escape at this point.
“Now, both of you out; this is a private affair.” Neither of them questioned, but the taller one did express some displeasure before the door was shut and their boss was left alone with Jongup and Himchan, both of them looking to the man with fear and anger respectively. “You know what…Himchan has been real faithful, Jongup, were you aware of that?” Himchan was in the process of cursing him to every hell that he knew of. “Well, not right now, but he’s a pretty loyal bastard-not to you; to me.” The slap in the face was metaphorical this time but it hurt no less, causing Jongup to wince and lift his bound hands to try and pull the one from his throat, but he hardly could get the hand to budge, so he instead worked on getting his hands from the bindings. “Because of that, I’ll give you one chance to tell me where Blackman’s hideout is. Tell me that and I’ll let both of you go.”
Jongup tensed at the offer. He glanced up to the man, to the man who was otherwise handsome if not for the evil that Jongup knew he was possessed by. It was such a simple offer. One that promised their lives and yet…he was obviously more loyal than Himchan.
“Just tell him!” Himchan cried out, drawing Jongup’s eyes over to him before they returned to the man standing above him, threatening to cut off his air supply at any moment.
“No.” Jongup rasped out.
Seunghyun had anticipated that answer and so the eagerness and excitement that developed in his gaze frightened Jongup more than anything else and he didn’t even know what he had gotten himself into.
“I like that answer. Seems like your bitch is more loyal than you, Himchannie; aren’t you proud?” Himchan furiously shook his head, refusing to believe that his lover, his precious boyfriend, the sensitive and still somewhat innocent man that he’d fallen in love with so long ago was about to be hurt in a way that he might never recover from. “I’ve heard of how you speak about how perfect of a fuck he is; that still true? I wonder if he’ll be as vocal for me as you claim him to be for you.”
“No…” Jongup whimpered. Up until that point, he had been denying that anything of this sort would happen to him. He wouldn’t allow himself to believe that it could because Himchan wouldn’t subject him to this sort of torture that was no longer just of his body. “No!” Jongup cried out even though his voice was hoarse from the dehydration and all the screaming that he had been doing over the past week. He finally got one of his hands free from the makeshift bond and began to push at the one still around his throat, kicking out his leg at the same time because there was no way that he was going to take it.
“My, my…” Seunghyun laughed as his hand tightened around Jongup’s throat and his other hand dropped to grab Jongup’s thigh, fingers curling around the back of it and pressing into the wounds that lay there, causing him to cry out suddenly. “He is quite appealing; I can see how you’d find him a hot fuck.”
Jongup began to shake his head furiously. He didn’t want to hear all of this. It was bad enough that he had to tell himself over and over again that he didn’t love Himchan, that he never loved him and while their relationship had been intimate, he’d never given him his body and soul like he promised a thousand times over. He spared a glance over at said lover and was heartbroken to see tears running down his face, his wrists already bloody from the amount of struggling he was doing and Jongup knew how much those hurt. Part of him was reminded of the love that he and Himchan had, but the other was cruel and just reminded him of all that Himchan had done to him. None of that mattered, not while he was being easily overpowered and guided onto his back, his legs being pulled and he couldn’t even fight off his attacker. He was quickly becoming weary. Defeat was imminent and yet it wasn’t something that Jongup could accept. Not this of all things that could be done to him…
Himchan was shouting obscenities in between the sobbing that he was openly doing, continuing to try and get out of the chains. He’d have no luck with that. Jongup tried many times and never could get out. And he knew that Himchan knew this, but the man wouldn’t stop. He couldn’t just hang there and watch his lover be degraded and-
A sharp cry echoed through the cell as Jongup’s hand were pulled painfully above his head and his legs were spread in such a way that it caused his hips to ache immediately. It felt like they couldn’t be spread any further. It made it so he couldn’t fight. He couldn’t kick; he couldn’t close himself off to his attacker. He could only focus on the pain that was now surging through him in a more intense way that anything that Himchan had done to him and that might have been because of the way fear was also coursing through him intensely.
Soft sobs left Jongup’s lips and he couldn’t think to silence himself, simply trying to writhe and get out from under this man who had undone his pants and was about to do something that Jongup knew would hurt despite having just had something inside of him. His body wasn’t ready for this, his body didn’t want it and the man had been lying when he had said that he’d make Jongup enjoy this-Jongup still couldn’t decide which were the lesser of two evils.
“Baby, baby, look at me. Look at me, Jongup.” Jongup quickly looked to his lover, tears in both of their eyes and yet Himchan was trying to smile through them, his forearms covered in his own blood as his wrists were being torn down to the bone. “Baby, there you go, baby. It’ll be okay. I promise everything will be okay. I’m going to get you out of here and then I’m going to take you away. Jong-“
The scream that pierced the room in which they were in and echoed through it, bouncing off the walls, created such pain for Himchan that he let out an anguished cry of his own. It wasn’t as though it hurt him terribly, it was the fact that he was being penetrated against his will, he couldn’t fight off this man who he didn’t want inside of him and he was conscious of every painstakingly slow moment that passed as that length slid into him, slicked by Himchan’s release whether or not Jongup was okay with it. He didn’t know if he was grateful for Himchan’s earlier release but given what they had all said, if Himchan hadn’t done what he did, then this wouldn’t be happening and so Jongup couldn’t decide what would have been worse; to die without knowing that he was loved, or be loved and then brutally raped.
“Jongup!” Himchan’s cry finally pierced Jongup’s mind as he had been trying to block everything out, but in reality, his screams had been so loud that it was near impossible for anyone to hear anything over them. And so when Jongup did hear his lover shout his name, he turned and looked to him, eyes wide and filled with tears. “Look at me! Just look at me, baby! I love you, I love you so much!”
What Himchan said didn’t make any of this easier despite his efforts to do so and Jongup was finding it harder to concentrate on what the man was saying to begin with. He wasn’t’ sure that he wanted to know what Himchan was saying because it wasn’t making it easy and was only making the pain that was tormenting his body and soul more real, torturing him in such a way that he never thought possible, that he never wanted to know was something that people did to purposefully harm one another in a way that wasn’t purely physical like all of what Himchan had been doing to him.
Jongup would take Himchan’s torture for another full week before he would lose all hope of being saved and would lose every chance that he had of making it out of there because all of what Himchan had done to him paled in comparison to the torment that he was now experiencing and he didn’t know how anyone would be able to survive, how anyone could make it through this. Jongup had never felt so violated in his life and he didn’t know what was to be expected while he cried underneath a man that he didn’t even know, that he would otherwise never have interacted with, that he never would have thought could be a man who would be enjoying creating such pain for him.
The man was speaking to him, Jongup knew that and yet his mind was thankfully blocking out absolutely everything that could only serve to harm him more. It was what Jongup was thankful for and would look back on with gratitude; it would be the silver lining.
Suddenly, a loud noise echoed through the room and Jongup felt the heavy weight of the man above him rest on top of him and everything stopped. The thrusting stopped, the grip on his wrists stopped and he could definitely say that the man stopped speaking even if he didn’t know what he was saying from the start.
But there was no noise from Himchan either. The man had stopped shouting and yelling at Jongup. He could hear the faint rustling of chains, some voices. Fuck, no more people. This guy said he didn’t want an audience and Jongup had been happy to keep it that way. But he could only take so much.
He then began to sob, simply sob. Loud, body-wrenching sobs that hurt him in so many ways to make and yet he couldn’t stop. This man was still on top of him, still inside of him and still torturing him and he just wanted him gone.
“Baby, baby, it’s okay.” Jongup’s eyes opened as he suddenly felt the weight of the man off of him, his eyes wide as he was pulled to and lifted against Himchan’s chest. The man had tears streaking down his face as he cradled his lover close to him, the naked and broken and used man not even responding to an embrace that he had been intimately familiar with for the past year.
“Get him up and get him out of here, Kim.”
Jongup quickly looked over to the man he had pledged his life to for the past few years, seeing him standing with the taller but younger man, both of them armed and on the defense while waiting for Himchan to gather the younger man into his arms.
“Yongguk…” Jongup cried out, not even thinking that up until that point, he had only ever referred to the eldest man as Blackman while in Himchan’s presence.
“It’s alright, kid.” Yongguk promised as he flashed him a quick smile before turning to leave the room. There was the sound of a few more gunshots but the maknae hardly looked phased.
“We’ll get you home, hyung.” The youngest spoke before following out their boss to clear the way for Himchan to take the immobile Jongup.
The hostage glanced up at the man who had been torturing him for the last week, who was the one who was holding him and had…
“I told you I would get you out of here, baby…” Himchan’s voice was soft as he lifted the man up from the floor, careful but quick as he spared a single glance to the man who had just been on top of his lover, wishing that he had been the one to shoot him but Yongguk was the one to claim that feat.
Later, Jongup would discover that the day after the raid, Himchan had found Yongguk and Junhong-no longer needing to refer to them as Blackman and Zelo-and told them of where Jongup was being held and what he must do to him. He would learn of how they had been doing all they could to plan out an infiltration with Daehyun and Youngjae going undercover and nearly losing their lives in the process. Jongup would be told of how they had been keeping in contact very sporadically and for days, Junhong had to deal with an emotionally distraught boss because Himchan hadn’t updated them and told them if Jongup had been alive or not. And when Jongup and Himchan were alone, Himchan would tell the younger man of how he had been hoping that they would be saved like the plan consisted of, but if they weren’t then he had wanted to express his love for Jongup in the last way that he could after making his life hell for the past week.
Eventually, Jongup would notice that anytime anyone saw him in a state of undress, guilt would pass over their features. He would see that Himchan took extra care with him when they were making love, always kissing over the scars that he created on once so perfect skin. He would see how his lover would avoid Yongguk when Jongup would become shirtless; the scars that marred his body bared to all unintentionally as sometimes shirtlessness couldn’t be avoided.
Hopefully, one day, he’d become indifferent to it, they all would, but that day would not be anytime soon.