Present.

Y/N

"I was with someone for ten years  who actually tried to molest me? and called him dad , all these years." My heart weighed down by the amount of distress it absorbed.

" So, Jungkook came back after ten years, to save me? Jimin, tell me what happened to his parents .? are they still alive? Can I..can I see them?" I ask as tears was streaming down my eyes.

" They are dead , Y/N. " Jimin slices of my words.

" What?"

" Paxson and Clark shot Mrs . Sarah and then when Mr. Jeon stepped in to save you , Mrs. Rey and Jungkook. They shot Mr. Jeon when he entered the scene and Jungkook rushed to his father who was immersed in blood. Mrs. Jeon stepped inside the house when she heard the gun shot and yelps of her husband. Then Clark...fuck..that bastard.." Jimin's eyes welled up. I scooted forward as he spoke. " He strangled the cloth of the curtain around Jungkook's mother and strangled her throat. Jungkook was helpless and watched his mother being murdered in front his eyes. Clark smashed his boot to her vocal cord so that she wont scream or make sound. "

" son of a bitch!" i shouted and clasped my hands to my mouth.

" And then , they made Jungkook to slice his dad's throat with knife. Paxson held Jungkook's hand and made him slit his dad's throat. While his mother was dying by strangling of the throat he was made to cut his father's throat by his hand. "

" No.. No.. why would they do that? how much he might have went through when he felt his dad's soul was being crushed by the knife. He might have felt every inch of his soul leaving his body through his hands." A weak sob was relentlessly leaving my mouth as i talk.

" Because. Paxson and Clark wanted to frame Jungkook, Y/N and take you with them. And they successfully framed him in murder of his own parents. Do you know what they did to Jungkook after that terrible night. !?Jimin trailed off in agony.

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Ten years ago

"wake up Kid! Rise and shine." Pale yellow droplets dripped on my nose and eyes. I scooted up with a jolt and blinked my eyes twice only to witness few insane beings were literally passing urine on my face. I scrubbed my face with my palm and again rubbed it against the sleeve of my hoodie.

Disgust aroused inside me as the urines smell were waving around my face. I hoisted my hands and hit on the legs of them to stop urinating on my body again and again.

They didnt halt. I brought up my eyes towards them and witnessed they were wearing white monochromatic attires with shaved heads and brownish yellow teeth flashing across their mouth.

I broadened my eyes and oscillated my head around. The place was certainly not the prison. It was something else. The walls had streaks and cracks with dirt and mud.

Few sprouts of green plants were emerged at the ceiling. There were numerous scribbles and nail marks with scratches on the walls. One of the insane being was passing urine at the corner of the room. One of them was shitting in a squat position and was pinning his eyes at me. The distasteful smell stroke my nostrils circulating the bile juice at my stomach.

" Where am I?" I stood up and swifted my feet towards the bars of the gate.

" You will know!" One of the maniac hauled me by my hoodie and flung me on the floor. " First we need to change " He hooked his fingers at the waistband of my pants to pull it down. I raised my leg and kicked it on his face.

The next instant the other three mounted over my body and reached above my head to clasp my two arms on either side of my head. The one who received my superlative kick on his face crawled to me and hooked his fingers again at the waistband of my pants and pulled it down following my boxers leaving me naked down. " No stop it you stupid morons.!" I screamed.

The others above my head rolled up my hoodie and took off of my head. I wrestled my arms to cover my genital area as they were guffawing while taking a weird look at it. " Whoa! I think he is big!" The one at my foot exclaimed . I want to break his face right now. " How about we take his penis in our hand and measure it!"

" No! Stop it " I bellowed as one of them crept his hand at my penis and pressed it to abuse my gential parts. " Listen boy, stay still. So we can take it slowly. Or else." The one above my head licked his lips. " Or else its going to be hard for you and you could bleed to death. "

All the three insane morons were certainly older than me and were craving for a body to stuck their dick any living hole of any living being to quench their thirst of insatiable desire with extreme sex. " No no. Please dont touch me.!" I sobbed. " He is not even hard. !" One of them spoke with annoyance. " Do you have a girlfriend? Think about your girl and get yourself hard. ! so that we can take turns and sit on your cock. " The one at my feet clasped my ankles.

" Yo! you motherfucker. We are not here to take his cock. We are here to fuck him. Go to other cell and fuck the men in there. Leave him to us. !" The other fought and complained.

Fear crawled inside me with its ploughing nails disintegrating my hopeless soul gradually. Fear of getting assaulted. Fear of getting sexually abused. Fear of getting raped by these insensible maniacs. " Alright lets take him." The one at my feet clutched my ankles and flipped me crashing my abdomen to the floor. While the two above my head who were clasping my arms twisted my arms simultaneously to flip me on the floor.

The piercing dust and teeny weeny pebbles spiked at my penis leaving minute lacerations that might have caused to bleed. One of them crept above me while the other two were holding my hands and legs firmly. " I pressume he is going to be so fucking tight!" The monster above me grunted slackening his pants by pulling down the waistband of his pants.

" No no! please! Dont do this to me! I cant take it. I am not the person you think please " I beseeched letting out intermittent cries and sobs. " It has been so long we didnt hear cries and begs of newbies here. " He set his hands at my ass cheeks and parted it.

" No!" I screamed. He spat at my butthole aggregating his enormous distasteful saliva. He did the same at his penis. He set the tip of his penis and plunged it into my butthole. I screeched , ploughing my nails inside into my palm.

" Oh! He is tight.! My dick hurts. " The monster above me growled. " We might need to get a baton from Mr. Wilson to stuck it inside his butthole so we can stick our dick inside " " No please! Stop it. I cant .." I whimpered. " Keep pushing your dick, you asshole he is gonna take it anyway.!" The other barked at him. He parted my ass cheeks again and pushed his dick inside my buttthole again. I screamed and shouted at him to stop.

" You imbeciles!"  A rough voice roared from the bars of the gate. All the insane maniacs crept back to every corner of the cell, leaving me naked. I slowly uplifted my body from the coarse ground and tried to sit. I winced as my bare butthole came in contact with the mud and dust. I crawled back to stick my back to the wall.

The embarrassment was butchering me slowly that I want to slit my throat by any sharp object. Blood. Blood seeped through my rectum and stayed stagnant in between my ass cheeks. It pooled to the floor. I curled my arms around my knees and sobbed. The stinging pain of peeling of the fragile skin around my rectum almost killed me.

" I told you to wake him up . Not to rape him. !" The man with the baton spoke with his harsh and cold voice. " You can stick your dick inside him only when I say so! Keep those dicks inside your pants before I chop it off!'

" Mr. Wilson! we are tierd of fucking same holes." The one who stuck his dick inside me spoke tucking his shirt inside his pants. My sobs hitched. I switched my eyes to Wilson. He was wearing grey monochromatic attire and was holding a baton at his right arm.

A taser clutched at his waistband. His hair was grey and black with sharp features on his face. He had a long scar on his left cheek. He doesnt even give a fuck that I was raped by an eldritch being. I was just a 17 year old boy,who lost his parents and was accused of the murder which I didnt do.

All I remember was after the cops handcuffed my hands, I entered the police car while my head was inclined down as every media reporters were clicking pictures of mine. And then two unknown men shoved inside the car with a syringe to inject me at the arc of my neck.

"Get up." Wilson commanded me. I shuddered curling my hands more enclosing my naked body. " Come over here!" He yelled turning his head outside the cell. Few men barged inside the cell and grasped my arms to drag me.

The skin of my thighs and knees scrapped off while the hurled my outside. The nails at my thumb toe raked from it leading to bleed.  " No no. please . Where are you taking me! stop it!" When the dragged me outside, I roamed my eyes around the corridor.

There were several cells, several hands were throwing out of the bars of the cells, several cries were heard, several laughs were heard. Oh my God! This is not even a rehabilitation centre or a prison. It was an asylum.

They brought me to white tiled room which was not cleansed. The tiles had stains of blood and dirts blended over it. Several innocent lives might have died here. Or killed by these people.

They uplifted me and threw me on the wooden chair. Two of them clasped my wrists and pressed on the hand of the chair. The other two clutched my ankle and tied them to the bottom of the chair with belts.

" What are you going to do to me?"I sniffed and shook my head on either side. " you have pretty hair boy! I dont like boys with pretty hairs.!" Wilson came buzzing the hair clippers in his hand. The buzzing sound bugged my ears. " Come on lets shave the head. " " No no!" " See, because you had pretty hair ,you got raped few moment back. Do you want that to happen again?" He raised his eyebrows at me as if it was my fault i was being raped. My blood blazed by his inappropriate comment. " hold still!" He grasped my head and set the hair clipper on my head. He drove the hair clippers shaving off my hair. The hair wilted and scattered on my shoulders, on my chest, on my blooded thighs , on my arms.

"Dad, what are you doing?" " Giving my son , a nice hair cut. " my dad blew the minute hairs that was rolling on my sleeves while my mother was brushing off the hairs that was swinging at my shoulders.

" Hair cut? You are literally cutting short off my bangs!" I complained.

" I heard your girlfriend said she loves to see you with an exposed forehead." My mom spoke picking up the tiny hairs at my collars.

" Mom!" I called her out and eyed her dad will hear us. " What? Y/N mentioned it to your dad too. Isnt it honey?" My mom shook her head at him.

" Yeah! But my son is handsome when he pull off any hairstyle. Just like me!" He exclaimed and set this hand at my forehead to barricade the hair setting spray prying into my eyes.

" Oh God." I rolled my eyes. I whimpered. As the memories crashed to my head leaving me in despise.

"Alright get the monitors ready!" He stormed out and dissolved into the plastic white curtains. I squinted my eyes to take a look at what was behind the curtains. The beep sound was drumming at my ears. " What? what is it?" " Are you the kid who killed his parents?" The man holding my arm asked me. " No , I didnt kill my parents!" I defended. " Look kid! Even , if you didnt kill them, just admit it you did that."

He let out a sharp exhale and came closer towards my ears. " They brought you hear to give you extreme Electroconvulsive therapy to your brain." He tapped his index finger at my shaved head. " They are not gonna let you go untill you admit that you killed your parents. Because they dont want any trouble in digging the crime scene again when you spit out the killer's name. They have sent you here for a purpose. Fullfill that , and you will be sent to the juvenile prison. You will be fed there. You can get clothes. You can continue your school. There will be no torture or anything. Or maybe you won't get sexually abused. "

I lingered my locomotion. Dismay was emitting in various angles at me. No. I am not going to grow up into a man with a name tag ' The boy who killed his parents  ' I wont admit the crime which I didnt do it. I will fight for it. I will fight for justice.

As I was immersed into the thoughts , they released their hold on me and pushed me off the chair making me plummet on the floor. " Bring him in here. " Wilson ordered them.

My eyes shifted its shape into a golf ball as it witnessed the  Electroconvulsive therapy equipments. The monitors. The electrode pad to affix on my head. The mouth gags. The belts to tie my wrists. Syringe and needles. Dissecting forceps. Tongue depressor. And a bed.

" What are you looking at? Get your ass in here ,prick!" He rebuked. I quaked and moved my teetering feet with shudders and shivers. Before setting my leg over the bed, I took a glimpse of myself at the mirror planted above the bed. I looked ridiculous. Shaved head and hollow black eyes with parched and cracked lips. I resembled exactly as an insane patient, perfect inhabitant in a mental asylum.

My legs ached.My teeths were striking each other due to the shivers. " Please I am not insane! I didnt...' Wilson didnt let me complete my words and propelled my hand towards the bed. " No No!" I screamed. I cried. I threw my legs up in the air.

The men compressed my wrists and locked into the wrist belts at the arm of the bed. The others clasped my ankles into the belt at the foot board of the bed.

Dismay. Demean. Strangled me to death.

Dismay - of undergoing ECT on my head.

Demean- Of being naked in front of people. I couldnt cover myself.

People around me guffawed at the fullest. Wilson flung the electrodes in his hand and clutched it into tight hold. The electrode pads were size of my ears. I couldnt imagine the amount of current they are going to pass on my head. He tapped the button at monitors to set the volt of the current to 80 watts. I condensed my eyes not to get the glimpse of  what he was doing to me. " No no please please please. I am begging you. I am begging you. Please stop. "

" So, tell me boy, why did you kill your parents?" He set the electrodes at mere inch of my head. I opened my eyes. " No." " Why did you kill your parents?" He positioned the elecrtrode pads on either side of my head , above my ears. " I didnt. I didn..." He set the electrode pad to my head is what all I remember.

The electric shock passed through my nervous system subjecting my limbs into numbness. One split second everything halted. Everything lingered around me. Intensive pain escorted through my entire body. "I am asking you again. Answer me, why did you kill your parents?"

" I didnt..." He set the electrodes pad over my head.My head spun and vibrated with electric current subjecting my limbs to numbness again. " I have passed the current in your head up to six seconds. I can do it for six minutes. and you wont be alive anymore. Better admit that you committed the crime. " Wilson warned me.

I couldnt hear his voice with comprehensible sense. The vision in front of me blurred. The voices were distorted. " Let him go for today. We can have him here for six months. We can imply multiple torturing methods on him  " One of them spoke and I couldnt get a intelligible vision of his face or his voice. The words from his mouth reached my eyes into distorted version.

My eyelids couldnt get scrolled up to witness anything happening around me. " If the boy dies in here, the crime scene investigators will start to dig up the crime scene again and they will be caught. And us too." One of them stepped beside me and slapped my face. " Hey !look at me. " slap!" Hey hey. !! Look at me.  you okay?" Another slap. ! My vision started to get clear slowly. They unclasped  the wrists and feet belts of mine. Wilson threw me out of the bed and I plummeted on the floor again. " Son of a bitch!" He spat on me. His saliva sprinkled on my shoulders. " Take him out. Dont give him clothes to wear. Let him stay naked till he admit the crime. Give him three bananas a day. And two glasses of water a day. Dont allow him to sleep. Pour ice cold water or put him in the ice shower. Dont peek in if he get raped by those three of them. Put him in the same cell. Let this brat's ass bleed to death. "

" Ok!" One of them retorted to him while I was lying naked on my stomach on the filthy floor. They hooked their arms at my shoulders to lift me up.

" No wait! get me those socks. I am not done with him " He gritted his teeth such that I could hear his teeth being frictioned to each other. The other men brought a large sack of potatoes and few socks.

" Put some potatoes on these socks. " They rammed the potatoes inside the socks such that it resembled a  sandbag. " You are " He flung the socks and hit it on my back, I winced and moved forward. " such a ." He flung the socks again on my back. I moved forward. " stubborn brat." He placed his boots on my cheeks pressing the other side of my face into the filthy floor aggregating the piercing pebbles to my cheeks.

" stay still. where do you thing you were going. Hold his hands!" As he bellowed,the men hauled my hands above my head and placed it underneath their boots crushing my fingers underneath it. He flung the socks of potatoes over and over on my back I stopped wrestling.

I couldnt sort out which pain should I take into consideration. The pain of him beating me with socks of potatoes aiming my spine or the pain of the men crushing my fingers beneath their foot or the pain of my cheeks being crushed under wilson's boots or the pain of thinking about my parents are murdered or the pain of thinking about my Y/N being abducted by those sick monsters and trying trade her body to lecherous men.

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The moment they pushed me into the cell, my head spun with nauseous strings swirling in my stomach that was bouncing up and down to my head and stomach. " Kid,how is your butthole? can we do it one more time?" One of the eldritch maniac pestured me. Bile crept upto my throat. I rubbed my tummy slowly to pull back the bile into my stomach. The nauseous feel didnt settle in. " Come on!"

The next snap , I threw up with belching noise splattering all of my bile juice blended with some coats of blood. " You ! son of a bitch!" One of them kicked at my abdomen. The vomit mounted again to my mouth. I threw up again. " Look at you! You made up a mess. " He bleched. "Who do you think would clean this up?" He squatted in front of me. " Now be a good boy and lick the floor to clean this up "

" Fuck you!" I whispered. One snap he raised his fisted arm to my face the next snap my face was immersed on the vomit at the floor. He stood up and pressed his feet on my cheeks squishing my other cheeks into my vomit. " Lick and clean the floor!" " Come on kid!" The other turned my face to the floor immersing my mouth and nose into it. " lick. lick lick. "

" Lick it or do you want me to make your butthole bleed again?" He pressed his feet on my nape compressing my nose on it. I rolled down my tongue to give one lick and then the other man drifted over me to part my ass cheeks again.

He plunged his dick again into my butthole making me screech out of affliction. " No! Stop it!' I screamed. " Come on boy! let me just ...."  He shoved his dick again and again. "Hey dickheads!" Wilson bellowed bestowing a stroke at the bars of the gate. " Stop that! Time for lunch. Get out!" " few minutes Wilson!" He pulled out his dick from my butthole. "You can take him later!Now get out! "He stroke the baton again on the bars. I belched again. I uplifted my face from the vomit and mop it off with my palms.

The three motherfuckers stormed out of the cell cursing terribly at Wilson. " Do you need water to drink?" He asked from the entrance of the cell. I nodded with shivers as blood was travelling down my ass cheeks. " Come over here! " He gestured. I crept like an homeless sick animal towards him. " Here is your glass of water!" He placed the glass of water at the centre of the corridor. I clasped my fingers at the bars as I couldnt reach it to get it and gulp down a sip. " You can't reach it?"

He pulled out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it with his lighter. He took few puffs and blew them in hollow loops into the air. " why dont you put your right hand out and try to reach it?" I moved my eyes to him. " Remember you have only two glasses of water per day! come on try !" I know even if I extend my full arm outside I wont be able to reach it. But. I want to try. Perhaps. He might get the glass near my fingers so that I could reach it. I extended my right arm to reach the glass.

" Put your full arm outside kid!" I pushed my entire right arm outside through the bars of the gate and tapped my fingers to reach the glass. I licked my lips in a rush that I would get the glass of water to quench my thirst. When my full arm stretched out of the bars, Wilson instantly clutched my wrists to the floor by placing his boots over my fingers. I wailed.

" Please let me get some..." " Why did you kill your parents.?" He clenched his teeth and crushed my fingers beneath his boots. " I didnt please..." I beseeched. He squatted in front of me and blew the smoke right at my face. I coughed as the smoke stoke my nasal passage and my throat simultaneously. " I know you didnt. But they asked me to make you admit!" He swirled the ciggarette and pressed it on my forearm blazing my skin. I screeched. " Tell me, why did you kill your parents?" " I said I didnt ...." He set the ciggarette again on the next spot of my forearm blazing my skin again making me cry again.

" Tell me why did you kill your parents?" He repeated the question. I repeated the same answer and He repeatedly set the cigarette on my forearm to my wrist leaving imprints of blazing marks of the ciggarette on my entire arm. He placed the ciggarette on my arm until the rear part of the bud of the cigarette was left over.

The pain would never diminish until I feel his soul being departed from their body through my hands. " Please water.." I inclined my head to the bars of the gate. " Water?" He tapped the glass of water with his toe and the water scattered to the floor. He set the glass on the floor again and unzipped his pants. He urinated into the glass and brimmed it with his urine. He propelled the glass of urine towards my hand.

" There is your water drink it!" He turned on his heels and walked away. I pulled away my hand through the bars making sure my burnt skin didnt peel off through the bars.

I condensed my eyelids and sloped my head towards the bars enclosing my moments with my sunflower. "I promise you, I will find you and I will g , sunflower." The only promise that made me clung into the last bits of my life was the promise I made to her. She must be in trouble. I need to save her. I need to help her. She needs me. I am going to find her. i am going to take her to her mother. I will get her back no matter what.

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Six Months later

They wont stop until I open my mouth and admit that I did kill my parents. However, they want me alive. If I am dead it would lead to disclosing the crime scene again. I need to stay alive to brush off the stain of murderer that was plastered on me. I need to stay alive to get my Y/N.

They didnt stop making me soak naked into ice cube water for hours until my body went numb and cold. They didnt stop hitting the potato socks on my spine. They didnt stop to stuck their dicks inside my butthole, Nevertheless I crushed one of the bastard's penis with my bare hands and it was so gratifying. They didnt stop giving me ECT to my head untill I passed out. Everytime they subjected me to the electric shock on my head I would immediately run to my cell just to recall my memory lanes I scribbled on the wall.

I caliberated the days, hours , months stroking lines on the walls. They didnt allow me to eat more than three bananas a day. Starvation has become the companion to me. Everytime they subject me to ECT through my brain , nerves and muscles of my body, I always throw up my bile juice. Sometimes they made me clean by rolling my body over it,sometimes to lick it , sometimes rubbing my face on it.

They didnt allow me to have a cloth around my body for six months. I was the only one wandering naked showing off my genital areas to the insatiable morons. I was never able to set a good sleep in these months. I was only allowed to sleep on the cold floor , all naked, wrapping around cold breeze hovering over my body.

My skin were embedded with bruises and red patches as a emblem of affliction. Emerald colored nerves popped at my calf muscles and my forearms as they were subjected to electric current for numerous time. They did ECT only by weekly once , since they knew it could lead me to ultimate brain dead.

My nails turned brittle and pitch black as they were not clipped. Sometimes they may get scraped off from the finger's flesh when I grip them on the arm of the chair while the pass current to my brain. Everytime new hair sprout on my head, they shaved it off.

Sometimes, I would never creep to the bars of the gate when Wilson calls me to stretch my arm through the bars so that he can plant the blazing cigarette on my forearms. Once I didnt budge to move to bars and he shoved inside with a baton. He coated the batton with olive oil and pepper and impelled it inside my butthole by instructing the three lecherous beasts to hold my legs and arms. They didnt let me to wash up. All I did was aggregated few sand and rubbed it againts the stinging sensation to brush off the peppers. When he found me helpless and at the verge of my death's cliff he threw me into the ice cubes bath tub. Ever since then when he calls me to the bars to stretch my arms, I would offer him my right arm to plant his blazing cigarettes from my forearm to my wrist.

" Its been six months this shithole didnt confess yet!" Wilson sucked a breath through his clenched teeth while tying my wrists and legs to the bed.

" You totally look like a sac of shit now! This is your fucking last chance. Just admit it ! you know after the ECT I will beat and smash your back with potato socks. How long are you going to stay up here?" He moved the electrodes pad to my head and turned on the monitor. " You didnt even speak for months! do you even know that? " You will turn into a mute if you keep zipping your fucking mouth like that." He set the electrodes pad on my head.

My body went numb and vibrated with affliction and consternation.

" Did. You. Kill. your . Parents?"

I shook my head.

"Fucking piece of shit!!" He spat on me and threw me out of the bed.I scrolled up my eyes and shifted my body into a sphere embracing my knees into my arms.

I shuddered. I shivered.

" He is not speaking a word!" He complained through phone. Perhaps.

He paused for a few minutes listening to the instructions from the person who was commanding him.

" Alright then. Its time to do a lobotomy on his head. " He barked to him.

" Get him out of my face! " He flung his leg on my abdomen and walked past me.

One of the men came closer to me and hooked his hands over my shoulders. " Can you get some water?" He asked to the other man.

" Dude, we are not supposed to do that. If Wilson finds out we will be in trouble. " The other one snapped.

" I know! Just get me some. He will never find out. Just go." He whispered.

" Hey boy!" He tapped my cheeks. My eye ball dangled I couldnt get the vision of his face. " Hey" He tapped again. I blinked my eyes. Twice. Thrice. I captured a mild blurred vision of his face but my ears were tuned to listen to his words. " Listen Kid, Do you know what is Lobotomy is?" He queried.

I shook my head.

" They will drill two holes into your skull to put ethyl alcohol into your brain. This is done to either kill you or to subject you into dementia. Your head could bleed to death.  And you will be stuck here permanently. " He took a sharp inhale. While my breath hyperventilated. " I know you didnt kill your parents. Just admit that you did kill your parents. Step out of here. Go to Juvenile prison. Learn Prison education. And then fight for justice."

He rubbed my shoulders and tapped my cheeks again. " Do you hear me?" He asked.

I nodded.

" Good. Please dont tell anyone I told you this. They will kill me. I have a family to take care of please. "

I gave him another nod.

" You are such a strong kid. I have never seen any kid like you. People who go through torments and tortures admit the crime by one set of punishment. But you.  " He sighed. " Get them. Get those monsters. Make them pay. "

"Truth detests darkness, work for it to leap into light, It will set you free . Integrity is all that matters."

That's the credo my father always feeds me with. But now, I have an alternative credo. I am not gonna stuck my ass over here. I will step out of here like they planned. I will get into the Juvenile detention center. I will get them. I will put them through hell. I will find Mrs. Rey. I will find my Y/N and I will save her. 

Everyone has a purpose in their life. My purpose was to bring the horrifying incident happened to my parents into the rays of light and to save my Y/N from those sick morons.

They disintegrated my only home I had. My dad and my mom. I don't have a house when I step out to stay and live my life.  Nevertheless. I have a beautiful home waiting for me to save from the treacherous world and embrace me into her arms. My home.My Y/N. I will live for her . I will stay alive only for her. She is my home. She is the only family I have now.

But how will I make out of Juvenile detention centre? Who will get me out of it? Will these morons take me out of this asylum? Will they take if I say I killed my parents? Or will I be clung to death penalty and never make out of the prison? Will i never be able to see my sunflower? again.

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Jungkook

Tribulation has become my companion encapsulating me into the darkness of disquietude. Awaiting someone to save me is utterly the bullshit thing that I must not hope on.

It is going to lacerate my heart into sheets of muscular fleshes when I blurt out that I killed my mom and dad with my own hands. However, I dont have a choice.

" Get the sedatives! And hold his legs and hands. " Wilson organised the apparatus to subject me into the lobotomy and propel me into disorientation of mind.

" Alright kid! For one last time. " He brought his face against mine and tilted my head. " Did you kill your parents?" The man behind him worked the orthopedic drill to sheath the affliction upon me.

I gulped down.

"They will drill two holes into your skull to put ethyl alcohol into your brain. This is done to either kill you or to subject you into dementia."

The words of the man who advised me to admit the crime , so that I can flee from this abhorrence asylum waved inside my head

" He is not gonna speak up. Lets do this and get rid of this piece of shit! " He spat.

No. The truth must not perish here. It must step out. It must impel the bastards into the death penalty. The death penalty where I put them into.

The man whirled the orthopedic drilling machine to screw them on my skull and drive holes. If I dont speak up now, either I will die or I will be a person with a diminishing brain. Only I can fight this combat. Only I can haul the truth out of the darkness. I gave my word of honour to my dad that I will put these assholes into hell and perish in there. I have to immolate the truth into the ashes of disappearance for the time being so that I can impel those monsters into the fire of truth and let them burn alive. And my sunflower needs me. I have to save her. Because. In order to achieve something great , you must sacrifice something great.

" Yes. " I sighed. My heart crumpled into decaying flesh. My chin wobbled. My breaths trembled with an abnormal rate of wheezing. " I killed my parents!" A single drop of tears lurched from my eyes. The lie was consuming my head churning in several rotations.

" Say that again!" Wilson's behest shook my body.

" I killed..." A lump of consternation clogged my throat. " I killed them "Several drops of tears lurched from my eyes. One behind the other. My heart weighed down inside my ribcage such that it would jump outside.

" Good boy!" He patted my head. He pulled out his phone from the pocket and tapped his fingers on the key pad of the phone. The dialer tone to the call beeped through his phone.

" He gave in." He let out a sharp sigh and flared his teeth.

He shook his head as Paxson spoke through the phone. His voice dissolved into my ears." Yeah . certainly. I will. Just get the officials at the prison to record his confessions. And don't forget about the payment. " He let out a snorted laugh and hung up the phone. The disconnecting tone chimed.

" Alright Kid! You are going to repeat the same when cops ask you the same question I asked you now. Do you understand?" He asked sloping his face against mine.

I curled my fingers into a fist and clutched the arm of the chair. It rattled. He latched his eyes on my wrathful movement.

" Dare to speak a word about him or anything about what happened that night" He paused and pebbled his teeth together such that the sound of it undergoing friction and crushed inside his mouth pricked my ears. " I heard that you have a pretty girlfriend, Y/N Parker. " I clamped my tear clogged eyes at him while my nose flared as her name seated on his lips. "Well he told me! " He shrugged his shoulders. His countenance turned into a dark cloud. " I will bring her here, and I will feed her body to these monsters. The monsters who raped you. Well, they didn't let go of a single living being stepped in here. " He mounted an eyebrow and broadened his eyes. "I will throw her naked into their cell and without even my instructions they will take her into a gang bang. They will have her in every ruthless way possible. She could die. " He paused. " Bleeding."

My chest constricted that my ribs would crack open at any minute. " There are totally Twenty four cells in here. Each cell has four to five sick and insane monsters. They would even switch her from one cell to another to have her. Or maybe I will join them too." I clasped at the arm of the chair and it left cracks on it. " They will rape her even she dies. They will do it over and over until her dead body oozes out the secretions and gets decomposed. And You will be let to watch those. There will be nothing you can do but watch her die being raped by multiple men."

I condensed my eyelids squeezing out my tears. His words petrified me bringing the mental image of her being in here. " Please don't hurt her. Please! I will do anything you want me to do. " I beseeched as the dismay was tapering off my soul into several segments. Nevertheless my wrathful soul was on the cliffhanger of murdering perspective to break the arm of my chair and stab it right at his eyes for thinking about hurting my sunflower. I let out sharp breaths to conceal my wrath blazing inside me.

" Good. when the cops ask where were you for six months, what would you say?" He took a surgical knife and ploughed its sharp tip to my thighs. I fizzled. " You should say, you escaped the cops and ran away to the woods. " He deepened the tip of the surgical knife into my thighs. I squirmed my thighs as the pain was escorting to my entire body. " You should tell them you stayed in a low profile in the woods because you were scared that you would be locked into the prison for killing your parents." He twisted the surgical knife and the blood started to pool down my legs. I wailed in agony. " Do you understand me?" He asked with deadly whispers.

I nodded vigorously so that the surgical knife would be stuck out of my thighs. " And During the confession, you will say that you tried to force yourself on your girlfriend and your parents found out. Because you got caught in action ,and your dad was a cop you were petrified that you will be imprisoned, you killed your dad and your mom." He twisted the surgical knife deeper. " Do you understand?Speak only what I instructed you to. " He spoke through his gritted teeth. " One word anything about this, Your girlfriend will be here to get gang banged ." I raked the outer layer of the wood at the arm of the chair with my nails. "

" Get him dressed. Lets get this piece of shit out of this place." He marched out accompanying fumes with him.

The next snap moment , one of the men threw a black cloth over my head lugging patterns of darkness at my eyes. The cloth reeked with the smell of dried blood and the terrible smell of sweats and mouth liquids. I wondered how many faces might have sunk into this black cloth curling into dismay of being tortured to death.

They instantly made me bound into the pants that were slackening at the waist and a shirt of which ,the neckline ran down my shoulders . It must be the attire one of the insane beings or innocent beings whose existence might be forgotten in this world.

" Move faster. or we might have to drag you through these woods. "Wilson's hand nudged at the curve of my tail bone. My feet stumbled. The skin underneath by heel raked as they made me to walk in my bare feet. Moreover I kept a count on the steps of my feet set on the coarse ground to analyse how many steps does it take to reach the highway. Just in case.

My feet started to blaze whenever I set them at the ground. It is depicted that the woods are not dense with green leaves and trees. They were dry. The sun rays were stroking my skin so hard. There were no sounds of birds chirping but howls of vultures and eagles. Probably there might be dead bodies around here. Carrions of insane and innocent beings.

Thousand four hundred and fifty six steps. It took thousand four hundred and fifty six steps to reach the highway. I counted and caliberated my each steps when I set my feet through the dry woods.

" Get into the van!" Wilson elbowed me at my back to impel into the van. I seated comfortably without uttering a single word. I didnt even try to protest to fight back and run away from them. I need to stay calm until my nemesis gets set into the prey trap.I didnt speak a word to any of them so that I can dissolve myself into the counting seconds and minutes. I set my left index finger on my right wrist to tap it as a count of each second, so that I can caliberate about how many hours does it take for me to reach the police station.

The engine revved. I set ready my index finger on my wrist to tap it. The second the van geared up to move , I commenced the tap and started to count. By each sixty taps I caliberated it as one minute. And I awaited how many minutes did it pass to reach the station.

It took three thousand four hundred and twenty taps. Meaning. It took fifty seven minutes to reach the police station. I registered the numericals of my steps and the minutes into my head that it would never be diminshed even at my death bed. Just in case.

"Jeon Jungkook, are you pleading guilty for murdering your parents?" The criminal investigator drawn his question that skewered my chest.

I nodded fixing my eyes to the handcuffs that was clamped to my wrists. I didnt move my eyes to either side of the room. The moment my eyes captured the mirror image of myself that was displayed at the mirror of the interrogation room , I shattered. I look like a scumbag with a shaved head , hollow eyes, parched and cracked lips, and cheekbones that were visible as they were hollow at my cheeks like their saturation became drought, my collar bones were perfectly visible with hollow pith.

" Words, kid?" He switched on the recorder to record the confession. The false confession.

" Yes. " I sniffed. " I killed....." I stiflled my sobs. " I killed my mom and dad."

"Why did you murder them?Could you please explain how exactly you murdered them? What did you use to kill them? like weapons or something like that?"

"I.... I was in love with our neighbour's daughter. I was obsessed with..." I licked my lips and blinked few times. " She was all alone on that night .. So... I took chance to touch her. And she rejected my touch..." I cried. I mopped off the tears falling from my eyes. " I was furious , I ... I .. tried to force myself on her. "

" Attempt rape." He nodded.

' One word about this , your girlfriend will be here for gang banged. ' Wilsons words drove inside my head.

I shook my head up and down. " My dad caught me in action and... I was scared he would put me into jail. So .. I ..." I sniffed. " I took his gun from his waistband and shot him." Tears welled up in my eyes. " He collapsed to the floor and my mom tried to stop me. I had to ...." I i immersed my face into my palms and swaddled my cries into it. After a minute, I removed my hands from my face and mopped off my nose droplets with back of my hand. " I had.. to.. kill her by ..by pressing my foot on her throat. My dad tried to fight me.. " I paused for a minute and tranquil swam in. " I ..I..slit his throat with the knife." Hurt lacerated through my heart while the tears. I sunk my head on the table and let out stiffened cries. " Mom.. dad...." I cried and sobbed with intermittent shrieks.

" What about the girl's mother and her aunt sarah? did you hurt them too?" He hoisted a unfamiliar question to me. I processed my brain to think what should I reply for this bizzare question. Because, I was not the one who killed Mrs. Sarah and attacked Mrs. Rey.

I gave him a nod.

" Alright kid!" He let out a soft sigh. " We need to get to the crime scene and you have to recreate the crime you did. so that we can maintain the integrity or connect the dots of the crime. "

I agitated my head to either side representing him that I wont step again in that house were my dad and my mom was unalived.

" Its the protocol, you have to do it!' He stood up from the chair mildly impelling it backwards with his calf muscles. " Come on!" He tapped on the table making me to quake and lean back my head away from the table. My tears dissolved into the table leaving blots on it.

Consternation was strangling my throat. I couldnt immerse myself into an undeviating lanes. They pushed me into the crime spot to recreate the crime scene which I didnt do it.

" Show us how you attacked your parents. ?" The crime scene investigator queried me tilting his head to gesture me get into the act. The minute I stepped my leg inside the house , I shattered. My soul splintered into several sheets as my eyes latched on the dried blood of my father and the wrinkled curtain which he used to strangle my mother's throat.

I gulped down to dilute the affliction rising up my throat.

" I.. I was at this spot trying to..." My voice cracked. " Trying to touch her ..." I moved towards the centre of the room. " And when I was trying to assault her, my dad came into the scene. " My head spun as the lies was wilting off my lips. " I couldnt do anything.. so.. I.. " I took in a breath. " I pulled out the gun from his waistband and shot him. " Hurt and pain intertwined their claws and curled around my spine. " My mother came in hearing the gun shot, and I strangled her with the .." I moved towards the windows to grasp the curtain and show them how actually he strangled it around her throat. But. They are actually framing me here. " the curtain. She .. she.. fell down.." I gestured. " And I placed my foot..." whimpers mounted out through my lips. " On her throat to kill her. And then I took the knife to slit against his throat. His blood...." I yelped. " His blood were all...." I ploughed my fingers into my palm. " His blood were all over me.." I broke into tears.

" Alright. Kid. Thats enough. " He motioned his hands to me to hop in to the police car. He knew ,the crime scene I recreated was not the thing that actually happened. Yet. He didnt give a fuck about it. Was this man the anonymous police officer who helped Paxson and Clark?and the other man who was there before clark and paxson reached us that night. And he didnt wait up or even asked me to recreate the crime scene of me killing Mrs. Sarah and attacking Mrs. Rey. All he want is a fucking authentication to imprison me.

" How did you escape the cops?" He asked me out of the blue while I seated inside the car.

I didnt utter a word for a minute. As I was aggregating words to spit out the lies. " I attacked the cops and ran out the car towards the wood. I stayed low as I dont want to be imprisoned " Yeah for the crime which I didnt commit. " And the cops found you now? After six months right?" Fucker was already placing the answers for me in the question to spit it out.

I gave him another nod. Fucking sucker.

After the recreation of the crime scene which I didnt commit, they again shifted me to the prison for the final statement through jurisdiction. I affixed my back to the wall of the cell inclining my head backwards on it. Tears streamed down at the side of my eyes. My thoughts about my Y/N, swam in. If I spill anything about the horifying, they will certainly subject her into trouble or drag her to the asylum. No. I wont let that happen. She must be safe. i need to protect her. I am summoning this hell , just to protect and save her.

"Ms. Y/N Parker can you identify and  substantiate this is the boy who did attempt rape over you?"The police officer's voice waved inside the cell.

"Y/N?" A muscle twitched at my chest.

I stood up and fastened my feet locomotion to the bars of the gate. I clasped the bars with my fingers and fit my face in between them to do a reality check if it was really her or was I seeing things?

She was sitting on the chair placing her tiny fingers over the edge of the table and was nodding her head to the officer. I blinked my eyes twice so that her figure would vanish perceiving that I might be having some kind of hallucination. No. It was her. The hell.

"Did he murder his parents? Did you witness that?" The officer asked her with a high rough tone again almost scaring the hell out of her.

She instantly oscillated her head around.

" Well, officer. My daughter is scared. The boy tried to rape my daughter and she was scared she couldnt remember anything clear. Please dont push her. You need to give time. "

Paxton.? What the hell is he doing here? How did he find her? How did he take her from Paxson. ? No no. There is something wrong. Wait. Did he mention I tried to sexually abuse my Y/N? Paxton doesnt know that. He was immobile locked in the room after I knocked him out when he tried to kill Mrs. Rey. Fuck. Its not him. Its Paxson. That is certainly Paxson. He showed in disguise of Paxton.

'It was him! He was trying to rape my daughter. Arrest your son , officer!'

I recalled the incident when he tried to frame into the scene where he tried to sexually abuse my Y/N.

My blood vessels seethed with blazing fire as he set his hand on her shoulder and rubbed her forearm with his other hand. Fucking cocksucker. Indignation peaked inside me with an abnormal rate such that I want to chop his two hands for laying it on my sunflower.

" Mr. Paxton, Her statement is pertinent in this case. She is the only witness there. " The officer stated eyeing at him some camouflaged conversation that escorted through their eye contact waves. That must be him. The anonymous police officer who helped them to obscure from the unpardonable crime they commited.

" Alright. Go ahead."

" This was the boy who tried to force himself on you. ? " The officer asked her again compressing each and every syllable of the word.

She oscillated her head around towards Paxson as if she was asking for some kind of assurance from him. When she turned around my eyes plastered on something bizzare on her head. A patch. A small patch of her hair was shaved. They did something terrible to her  I gazed at her again only to witness her legs and hands were teetering mildly. Did they subject her to some sedatives or drugs? Did they hurt her like they just did to me?

"You sick bastard! What did you do to her?" Affliction passed on through my head it weighed down to my chest and knotted. "What did you do?" I roared such that my throat muscles stretched into tears." What did you do to her? Let her go!" I tweaked my fingers with stiffened hold at the bars of the gate.

" shut the fuck up Kid!' The officer bellowed at me throwing off his baton right to my face. However the bars served as barricade.

" Let her go! He is not her father! He is pretending. !" I yelled again.

Y/N looked at me with distastefulness jotted all over her face. Because I appeared as a piece of shit in front of her eyes.

" Dad! is that the boy you were talking about?" She asked softly to Paxson.

" Yes, daughter."He replied with a nod and switched his eyelids to me  with burning glare.

" Can I talk to him? For a second " She pressed her fingers on the table and stood up from the chair.

" No honey! He can be perilous. he would..."He pressed his hand on her shoulder again.

" Dad its ok!I will be fine. I want to ask him something." She bristled his fingers off.

She walked towards me gradually setting her stumbling feet on the floor. They passed some drugs or sedative into her body. She looked weak. Physically.

She marched closer with a distance of inch from the bars of the gate. "Why did you do this to me? Why did you kill your parents?" She queried me with trembling breaths. Her eyes were hollow with dark circles encircling around her pretty eyes. Her lips were parched. They did hurt her. Terribly.

" Sunflower , did they hurt you?" I projected my hands out to reach her. " What did they do? " I gulped down to emit out the next words. " He is not your father. please run! Please. Dont stay with him. Please find your mom. She will be..."

" Why did you kill my mother?" Her question almost wrenched me apart.

" No." I shook my head and switched my eyes to Paxson whose eyes were already plastered towards me with a sinister smile.

" Or where did you put her body? She has been missing for several months. I dont know whats going on.." she inclined her head. " My head hurts..." She rubbed her fingers against her temple.

" Listen sunflower. This man is not your father. " I fiddled my fingers at her fingers. "He tried to kill my parents and he tried to.." Her eyes were latched on my fingers and moved it to my head ,to my eyes, to my face. Her brows dipped down to a furrow of distaste.

" Get your hands off me". She wilted off her fingers from mine with a jolt. "You disgust me. Your hands.They are disgusting." I set my eyes to my fingers which were coated with dirt and nails with accumulated dirt and mud. "You smell awful. Your voice. Your appearance. Its disgusting." She rubbed her hands to her skirt as if dusting off some dirt that contacted her hands. " Look at you. You need help." She stepped back.

" No! No. Y/N listen to me! Stay away from that motherfucker. Please dont go with him.. sunflower please. " I cried to her. She turned around with a frowned face and marched outside the police station. " Y/N ..!! Y/N..!! Please .. Please dont go..  Listen to me..He is lying. He is lying... Y/N.."

" Thats enough!" The officer stood up and hauled the chair backwards. A few of the cops barged inside my cell and one of them shoved the baton at my abdomen halt me spiting out truth.

The other waved it right against my face it crash landed to my mouth. He then, flung his leg to my abdomen making me plummet to the floor and curling me into a sphere. I coughed blood into clots and knots. I engulfed my knees close to my chest wrapping my hands to defend the baton being brutally contacting my body ,not to reach my face. They hit me profusely my skin scraped and started to ooze blood out.

" stop. Get out. I want to have few words with him. " I scrolled up my eyelids mildly to see the figure entered inside the cell. I couldn't witness it as my one eye was partially closed due to the swell that happened when the cops hit me on it with the baton.

Paxson. It was him.

He sat in a squat inclining his face against mine. " Had a good time talking with your girlfriend. " He chortled. " Well, I really relished how she called you disgusting. Wondering why she couldnt remember you or anything happened to you and her? " He tilted his head. " Well, I did a gene therapy to her head. Whats that called ummm?" He scratched his head for few seconds. " Ah. Yes. Optogenetics. Did you see a small patch of her hair has been shaved at the back of her head. " My breaths trembled and I coughed my blood again. " That's where we put several traces of false memories to her head. Hence, she doesnt remember a single fucking thing happened.Do you wanna know what I am going to do next? Eager? " He flared his teeth which I want to knock off with a hammer. " I am going to erase these memories she had few moments back by passing ECT. Electroconvulsive therapy. Oh well, you are used to it, since you mastered in it for six months. Bravo! You didnt still lose your shit senses though. " He mildly applauded while blazing tears made its way down to the side of my eyes. " coming to the point, I am going to give her a super ECT and she is going to forget what happened just now here. Meaning. She will never ever remember you. Even though her memory recalls I would never allow her to reach you. " He clenched his teeth. A nerve popped at his jaw. " Several men have marked her as target. They want her as virgin. Thanks to you. you didnt stick your dick inside her. " I clasped my fist to land it on his face. He glanced at it. He guffawed as he know I wont be able to lay one finger over him.For now. " I was planing to put her through several auction for mafias , drug dealers, pimps etc etc. " He pursed his lips. " But my friend Clark set out a better plan. To get her married to his son, Roy "

" His hands were over my thighs and nudged his fingers at them." Y/N's whimpered voice crept inside my head.

" So, that we can take her to multiple countries and test various drugs on her. And there will be nothing you can do." He spat.

" Please ..." I swallowed down to soothen the clog of dismay. "Please let her go. Dont hurt her. Please..."

" Oh boy, Paxton really got on my every fucking nerves by going in disguise as me to the mafia men to whom I schemed and joined hands to skin tradding. I wanted to have my vengeance and frame him raping his own daughter. So that I can take over all the business into my hand and make millions of dollars. But. Thats when you came in and fucking ruined everything. " He landed a punch on my cheekbones. I wailed. " And now, you are paying for that. I have to get loose from these crimes. I just needed a scapegaot. Yes. Precisly you. " He sighed out loud. "And yeah. My wife. Sarah ." He shook his head mildly. " she spilled everything about my business and documents to your father already. So I wanted to kill him too.Oh sorry , you did slit his throat right?" He chuckled again, I want to break his nose. " Your mother came by just to get her throat crushed against that guy's boots. How sad?" He clicked his tongue which I am going to rip off his mouth. Soon."Do you know why I came in the disguise of my brother ? Because I want to find the other bitch. Rey. She is the only eye witness to the crime. I need to kill her before cops find her out. " A pinch of hope swam in. She is alive. "I will find her and will kill her, while you rot in this jail. And your dearest girlfriend will be sold to different men and will make lots of lots of dollars for me. " He raised his arms in the air and dropped it down. "Fucking die already brat!' He spat and stormed out of the cell.

I configurated my body into a sphere and tears brimmed my eyes over and over. I was thrown into the dark hollow pith from where I couldnt mount upon. I was coiled and contorted into the affliction and consternation which I couldn't get rid of. 

It was all for her. I lost my parents for her. Every pain which I endure now is for her. It sliced my heart into thin sheets when she said I disgust her. It killed me when she looked at me as if I was an abomination she dont want to look upon. It killed me when she abandoned me there and turned over her face to me distaste being clamped on her. It was not her fault. But Its killing me. Blazing. My wrath is blazing inside me now. The wrath of being a scapegoat.  The wrath of not being able to do a shit about anything happening around me. It's blazing to burn down this world into ashes and dust. And the wrath of being disgusted to her.

I will find her. I will take her from that abhorrence place of the sick monsters. I will take her with me no matter what. The only thing thats left in this world which is mine is her. She is mine. I am not going to let her go even if she doesnt remember anything happened between us. Every brutal thing in my life happened to me commenced from her and it will certainly ends with her. She will be mine with or without the terms of her agreement.

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Present

Y/N

"Why?"

I sniffed.

" Why Jimin? Why dont I fucking remember anything that happened to me and him?"

" Because they did some gene therapy shit to your head. They did it for every fucking six months and then for years. It erased your memories about Jungkook and everything happened to you both by replacing it with fresh and false memories. " Jimin let out a sharp exhale in distress. " They knew , if you ever recall anything happened you would certainly go to the cops." He slurped his water through rim of the bottle. " Once, Paxson made sure ,your memories with Jungkook were totally erased by conducting a memory test on you, he instructed the medical assistants to implant every false memories they could." I clamped my fisted hand to the sheets on the hospital bed.

" I should have remembered him. i..." My words disintegrated as my sobs interupted. " How much he might have endured and died inside when he took off his father's life by slitting his throat by his own hands...." Another sob slipped through my mouth. " How it might have killed him watching his mom being strangled by the foot of that bastard. "I clasped my teeth together. " Its because of me.All because of me. If he didnt come and saved me from being raped by Paxson , his parents might be alive. ... I.."

Dismay weighed down into my head. I will fucking slit his throat for putting my Jungkook into a fucking asylum. He was tortured. Tormented. Got sexually assaulted. Once I find that bastard I would risk my life just to fucking kill him

" Its not your fault , Y/N. Paxson already set a plan to kill his father as Mrs. Sarah confessed every illegal business he was doing. "

One minute of tranquil passed across the room.

Jimin sniffed before commecing his next words. " When he was imprisoned in Juvenille detention centre , I used to watch him cry all night immersing his head at his knees. Thats where we met. At Prison. " He let out a soft chuckle. I glanced at him with astound. " Yeah. I was in prison because I killed my uncle for abusing my younger sister. She was ten when she died. He raped her. So.. I.." His words tappered off. " I.. took an axe and shoved to his neck when I found out my sister was lying dead on floor. " A single tear rolled down from his eyes.

" I am sorry. " I whispered sadly.

He nodded.

He took a sharp inhale and continued."Jungkook had gone through a terrible post traumatic stress disorder during the time he was in prison with me. He had horrifying nightmares.Sometimes he screams ' Mom' , ' dad' . Sometimes he screams your name. The only thing he repeats himself is ' Y/N dont let go. Dont let go. please .' He repeats it over and over.  "

My head weighed down by configurating the mental image of my Jungkook being in hell.

"Mrs. Rey helped him. She helped him to step out of the nightmares and PTSD. " My heart palpitations pitched higher when I heard my mom's name.

" Wait. My mother? Did she found him?" I asked as the anomalous spikes was clawing my head.

"Yes. " He nodded. " She found us after a year of Jungkook imprisoned. She foraged for him and visited him one day that brought him hope. She stayed in a low profile as Paxson was hunting for her to kill her because she was the only eye witness of his crime.When she met Jungkook in the jail she instructed Jungkook to be in terms of good behavioural management so that the officials would counsell him and release him by two years if they find good behaviour in the prison. I was actually following the same and we made out of the prison together."

I scooted forward as his words were hauling me.

" He was 20 when he made out of the prison. He barged towards your mansion because it was your 18th birthday. That's when Roy planned to marry you." He tugged his lips inwards. " Jungkook waited all day outside your mansion just to get a glimpse of you. You never came out. He waited for you every day and every night. One night, he never came back to the orphanage where myself , Jungkook , Mrs. Rey and other little innocents stayed. Mrs. Rey sent me to find him and thats when I learnt he broke into your mansion to find out what was going. He learnt that Paxton , your biological father was looking for you. Paxson was petrified that Paxton would abduct you and make all the money by himself by trading you to Enzo. Thats when Jungkook perceived the reason why Paxson delayed yours and Roy's wedding because he was in perplexsion to trade you with Enzo by himself or getting you married to Roy. "

" Son of a bitch!" I cursed.

" Then Jungkook decided to get  into NIA, so that he can legally eradicate the parker twins, Clark and Roy . We decided to make it together. Mrs. Rey helped us to get into NIA. She hauled an all nighter job with sweat and slavery to help us in schooling and pass the intelligence burea so that we can step into NIA. If it weren't for her, we wouldn't have made it to NIA.He then enlisted in the military services so that he can get to the position of director of NIA. And he did it.   " His lips curved into a mild smile leaving traces of gratitude.

I nodded with pride towards my mom and my Jungkook.

" Everytime Jungkook cried thinking about his parents, Mrs. Rey stayed beside him. Everytime he had nightmare she was with him and helped him to get away from the PTSD. " He let out a sharp sigh. " Once, Jungkook tried to self slaughter himself by slitting his... " He trailled off.  " His... throat..." He gulped down. " His nightmares impelled him to the cliff of slaughtering himself. Mrs. Rey stopped him in doing so. She stayed with him all night without shutting her eyes not even for a single second fearing he would do it again., " Jimin blinked his eyes two times to wilt of his tears. " If it werent for her , he could have died. Thats when he promised her something. "

" No matter what happens,I will bring your daughter back to you. You both are the only family left for me. I would never let it to shatter. "

Tears brimmed in my eyes and weighed down to roll off.

"He lived his life for you, Y/N. He wanted to save you and put those sick bastards behind the bars. Being a common man he wouldnt be able to creep into your mansion and drag every illegal crimes to the rays of light. He needed NIA, which worked on criminal intelligences. He needed its power to drag them to hell like he was dragged. And as he promised to dad. But his traumas and nightmare changed Jungkook into a darkest monster."

"After he got into the position of director of NIA, they instructed him , being a director he cannot work on spying on illegal business criminals. He resigned immediately to switch into a spy without an identity and without a security to protect himself. We, as spies don't have a guarantee to our life. We work hard. People will never know. We die. People will never know. We succeed. People will never know. We are just scapegoats to complete the mission. Jungkook even signed the agreement saying that he takes his own responsibility if he dies in this mission. He enjoined me saying' even if I die, please save my Y/N and bring her back to Mrs. Rey. "

I clamped my hands to my mouth as loud sobs were slipping out.

" Then Jungkook found out Paxton, was hunting for you to get you sold to Enzo. He was hiring men to look for you at each corner of the city.  Thats when Jungkook met Paxton and decided to work as one of his men. He pretended to be one of Paxton's men and came to you so that no one would dare to touch the single strand of your hair." He nodded his head mildly. " Paxton paid Jungkook, a million dollar as an advance reward for bringing you back to him. He pretended to take the money. Nevertheless he deposited the money for our orphanage. For all the little kids who lost their parents. "

I stiffened a whimper that stroke my throat.

He let out chuckle." Do you know who are the five bodyguards that were around you whenever you step outside of your house? "

My squinted eyes broadened with raised eyebrows.

" They were Jungkook's men. Everyone in that mansion were Jungkook's men. Imbecile Paxson and his friend didnt even figured it out.Jungkook created an army of men to get you out of that perilous mansion and morons. Did you ever think about how he made into your mansion while stalking you? It's because everyone was his man who allowed him inside. He assigned them to keep an eye on Roy and Paxson from hurting you. "

My thoughts lingered.

" When he saw you,he wanted you to remember him so badly. He tried talking to you whenever you came to the club with Roy. However, he was petrified that the skin traders would abduct you by any minute. So, he didnt make a move to talk to you then. You never turned your head towards him. You didnt remember his name.He didnt have a choice but stalk you, to save you from them.."

Oh my god. He wanted me to remember him , thats why he left strawberries and sunflowers all over my bed , for all the fucking time so that I could recall everything happened between us and to us.

" But fate and destiny engaged their hands to get you both together." He scoffed gently.

Oh God!The kiss. Our first kiss in the club was actually a perpetuation which was broken ten years ago when the horrifying night came by.

" He pulled out the eyeballs of those 21 skin traders in the club was because they put target over you. He kidnapped you from the club to your house because Enzo was planing to abduct you. "

That was the night he fucked my ass on the fresh eyeballs of the men at the mansion in the conference room.

" He came to your mansion on the night of your engagement was because Roy planned to force himself on you. "

Oh fuck. That's the night me and Jungkook had sex for the first time. He actually claimed me before Roy even tried to lay his finger on me.

" The next night , Jungkook planned to kill Roy. yet. He survived the mass gun firing. "

Thats when we fucked in the washroom while I had my periods.I let out a soft scoff.

"He broke into yours and Roy's wedding to save you from being married to the monster. And do you know why actually Paxson planned to get you married to Roy? it was because they got anonymous information saying someone was spying on them regarding their human trafficking and skin trading. They didn't know it was Jungkook.  They were scared if they sold you directly to various men or Enzo they would be caught red handed. So , they needed an official wedding to conceal it and trade you to multiple men to multiple countries. "

" Fucking bastard. " I cursed.

"Jungkook wanted to marry you, Y/N. He actually did it.The ring he slid into your finger is his mom's. He always used to say that you loved his mom's ring. So he always wanted to give it to you. "

I  sniffed my nose as they turned crimson due to prolonged tearing up of my eyes.

"Everything he stated during the adumbration at the NIA was false. He did every single thing for you.He said he used you to get the criminals. That was  false. He said he used you because he wanted to save other innocent girls from being human trafficking by Paxson and Clark ,that was false too. "

My heart shrunk and weighed down. A long minute of tranquility went by.

" Why?" Tears dribbled down relentlessy I was mopping off with the back of my palm. " Why Jimin? Why did this asshole did everything for me? I was the reason he lost everything in his life. Why? He could have just let me die in other men's bed. Fucking endangered everything in his life.

Why did he....? " My snivels interrupted. 

" Because he loves you , Y/N." He scooted forward and rubbed my back upholstering my agony clogs at my chest.

" So Am I .I want to see him." I cleared my throat. " Tell me where is he? where is that fucking asshole?"

" He..." Jimin stuttered. " He has gone to.."

" Spit it out!" I bellowed.

" He has gone to forage of Paxson. "

" Why? He has already got Clark. I mean, he could drag Paxson to him so easily and..."

" Paxson has got Mrs. Rey. " He cut me off.

" What? my mother? " My lips parted out of astonishment. " Oh my god! i didnt even think about it. She must be alive right! She.. she..." My breaths trembled. " She helped Jungkook and she must be alive right. Wait. Did Paxson hurt her?"

" He said that, only if Jungkook brings you and Clark to him, he will let go of Rey. " His eyes plastered on mine as my eyes depicted a clear cut trepidation.

" Fuck! thats why Jungkook was rebuffing me. He dont want me to find out my mom is alive and was abducted my Paxson. Because if find out .."I paused.

" You would not stop endangering yourself to save your mom." He continued my disintegrated words." And he is not dating Freya. They are not getting married either. "  My brows dipped down into a frown. " Actually, I like Freya. He just asked her to pretend..  so..."

" I am gonna fuck him up for that. "

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