Minwoo's POV

Blackness. Darkness. Emptiness. Whatever you want to call it, that was all that surrounded me in that terrible place. I still had no clue where I was, how I got there or why. All I could do was sit in the silence, feeling the ropes clawing into my wrists painfully, scratching them raw and drawing blood where they had already broken my skin. The only sound i could hear penetrating that deadly silence was a slow and mind droning dripping of water from somewhere behind me. I was so scared sitting there all alone: one minute I had been resting in the dressing room and the next thing I know I am being attacked. I remember I had been in the corner putting my head-mic away, when I heard the door open and close, I thought I heard the lock click as well but I didn't turn around, ugh why didn't i just turn around then? I was such an idiot. I called out wondering who it was but when there was no answer, I turned around only to see two unknown and scary men looming over me. I was about to call for help when I received a sharp blow to the cheek, stunning me. I was then roughly thrown to the side and into the wall length mirror, smashing it. I felt shards of the glass slice my arms and legs before I fell to the floor. I was about to get up and try to defend myself but one of the men already came over to me, picked me roughly from the floor, punched me in the gut and flung me across the room into the couch, knocking it aside. I was disorientated, and my body was no longer reacting to my mental screams to get up and fight. In this time the other man picked me up and shoved me across the surface of the table in front. The glasses which had been placed there from our time before the concert, went flying and the papers that had been there were scattered all around on the floor. Glass, yet again cut into my cheek and hands as I tried to use them to protect myself as best I could. By this time I was practically unconscious. I could still see blurred images and hear some fuzzy sounds but I could no longer respond to what they were doing. They still didn't seem satisfied, they threw me like a rag doll into the opposite wall. When I crumpled to the floor and just lay there, they menacingly approached me. One of the men grabbed me by the collar, hoisted me up so my feet were left dangling above the ground and before he put the blindfold on me, I saw something long and hard in the other's hand. As soon as the blindfold was secured, I felt a sudden strike to the back of my head and true blackness engulfed me. The last thought I could think of was just:

“Hyung, Help me!”

The next thing I knew, I woke without my blindfold but tied up in an empty and cold room. At the time there was a single faded lamp lighted above me, just the sort you see in old torture chambers in films but when my vision was still blurred from the light, I heard loud footsteps and a door slammed shut; the light was distinguished. So I sat there in the dark, waiting for something, anything to happen - who knows what? I could feel myself shaking, partly from the cold, partly from the terror. I felt my heart pounding, as if trying to break out of my chest at the paralysing fear I felt locked in that room. I felt as if I could sense a presence, watching me.  I wasn't sure if it was real or if my mind was just playing tricks on me. I looked down to my bonds, eventhough i could not see them. I knew they were ropes by the way they rubbed against my already sore wrists and i started to try and twist them to free myself but they would not move. The more i struggled, the more they cut into my wrists and i soon realised that it was hopeless, i was only exhausting my energy. I don't know how long I sat there, until I heard more footsteps and was blinded by the sudden light from outside as the door was opened, a silhouette standing in the frame of it. Suddenly the light above me was switched on and I felt completely disorientated at all the light that surrounded me, even if it was in fact very dim. Two men came through the door, one seemed very confident and had a very large build, while the other looked strong but was smaller and seemed to follow behind the first as he came in. I thought I recognised him as one of the men who kidnapped me. I was very intimidated by these men and I tried to make myself seem as small as possible, yet I found that in my bonds I could hardly move an inch. The first one came straight over to me, grasped my hair and pulled my head back so he could examine me.

“This it? You sure this is him?” he asked in a gruff voice and I wanted to shrink away from him but I didn't want to give him a reason to be angry with me.

“Yes, I'm positive.” the other replied and the other one released my hair and stood the other man down.

“Good, because I swear if you have messed this up, this time you will pay with your life!” he threatened in a quite voice but it rang around the room, intimidating the both of us. The man stepped around him and headed back to the door, the other man gulped and fear flashed in his eyes before it was gone and he put up his menacing face again before smirking in my direction. “You stay here and watch him, I have other business to attend to. Make sure you don't hurt him, not yet.” A sudden jolt of fear spiked me at his words and I had to stop myself from crying out in fear by biting my lip. Then I was left alone in the room with this other man, he walked around my chair in a circle eyeing me up and down, I tried my hardest to keep him in my line of sight but I couldn't when he stood directly behind me.

“You know, you're rather pretty.” he said in a fake soothing voice. “Not really my style of course. Rather skinny too” he said, the end more to himself than me. I felt very self-conscious as he looked at me as if I was a prize or a toy for sale. He wandered around me for a while occasionally making a little comment or he would go into the corner for a while and just sit there. He seemed rather bored but I could never bring myself to relax, my instincts were too tensed. He hadn't said anything for a while, when I saw his eyes take in that I was shaking and his expression changed, almost unnoticeably. “Are you scared?” he asked

“Ne.” I replied

“Our boss may release you if you do as your told, so listen well to her.” he said and I nodded to him to say I understood. I then realised he had said 'she' so I realised that she might want me for something other than just torture, then a question came to me,

“Have there been any others before me?” I asked hesitantly. He seemed to be considering whether or not it was safe to give an answer, in the end he just replied,

“No, you are the only one she wants.” I wasn't sure if this was good or bad news so I just became silent. He could tell I was still very tensed so he came to stand in front of me with his back to the camera in the corner. “Calm dow