Jin
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Weeks seemingly have passed, despite having no sense of time it feels that way. The men always come in "every day" to beat and drug us, making sure the other is watching and pleading for them to stop. Most "nights" they will taunt us by "opening" the door scaring us out of our sleep, or make jokes about pulling teeth and selling body parts; these people are absolutely sick. Jungkook and I have both lost weight by, of course not being fed if we're lucky enough they will give us water. I keep on praying that this is some sick dream, but it feels too rest. Too incredibly real.

Jungkook and I talk to comfort each other. As crazy as it sounds we tell each other our theories, as some sort of therapy. Its reassuring to have him here with me, I can't imagine going through this alone. We have tried wiggling and cutting out way out the rope but nothing works, at this point, I'm waiting for death.

I sit in my chair watching Jungkook "sleep," a man came in earlier and beat him so bad until he passed out. I hear the door open and hope its a prank until I see a hooded man walk in with a jug of water.

They pour it over Jungkook's face as they slap him. He wakes up choking on the water, I sit there silently as I watch the hooded man stares at him down at him. "How are you guys?" The man asks jokingly.

"The same as usual. Tied up," I chuckle out hoarsely.

"I'm going to help you guys out," The man says maki