He slaps me roughly, right across the face.

“Who do you think you are?” He spits. “Stabbing one of the most important men in our circle.” He encloses the space between us and my cheeks sting as if hundreds of bees had attacked them.

I back away slowly. My brain can’t function properly. My hands are shaking.

Murder, murder. You murdered someone. A voice taunts in my head.

“I did it because I had to!” I cry, speaking my mind. I mentally curse myself.

“What did you just say?” He snarls. “You little ,” he spits in my face and grabs my arm, squeezing so hard I gasp.

I’m suddenly blindfolded, and my vision is dark.

I feel pain.

I receive a kick to my stomach and I gasp loudly, tears springing to my eyes.

I get knocked to the ground by the impact of a punch in my back, and I lie, completely winded.

I’m yanked back up to my feet and I feel sharp knuckles meeting my nose. A second passes before the blood flows freely.

“Stop, stop,” I cry, until my voice is hoarse. But they don’t stop.

A large hand grabs my head and throws it against the wall.

With one final cry, I black out.

I finally wake up. Everywhere hurts.

My head is about to explode, and as I attempt to move, pain shoots up through my arms and legs.

It hurts so much. I begin to cry.

“No, don't cry,” I hear a familiar voice whisper.

“Baekhyun?” He appears in my vision, smiling softly.

“Baekhyun,” I repeat in a whisper, and I start crying. Tears fall freely out of my eyes, stinging my face as it flows. “They put you here too?”

“Yes,” he whispers, and very gently, presses my head against his chest. “It’s okay. Shh, calm down. They didn’t do anything to me.”

I sob, my breaths heavy and desperate, echoing within the dark cell. “You’re so nice to me,” I cry. "When I’m the reason why you’re here. I dont deserve someone like you.”

He touches my face softly. “It’s not your fault.”

“Don’t say that. I’m here…to repay my father’s debt. He owes these guys, these loan sharks, hundreds of thousands of dollars.”

“It’s your father’s fault, not yours.” He kisses my face, and wipes my tears.

“B-but, your arm…” I whisper, slowly calming down.

“I’m okay,” he says, but by the look of his condition, he’s not.

“Just get some rest.” The next thing he does, shocks me. He begins to sing.

I want to protect you always,

I’m eternally in love.

As your guardian angel, I’ll block out that strong wind.

Even if everyone turns their back against you

On hard days, I will wipe your tears away.

His beautiful voice fills my ears and calms my heart.

Pressed against his chest, I hear his heartbeat, pounding rhythmically, and it calms me. 
"We'll make it out, we will." He says reassuringly.

I fall asleep to his voice.