Your authority is challenged, but your main concern is Namjoon's safety {sorry I do not mainly focus on his injuries here} and getting Kwan and his followers away from your people and keeping them safe.
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You step between them, gun aiming directly at his skull while Jimin and Seokjin rush forward to help Namjoon to his feet, who mutters assurances under his breath despite the bruises and marks covering his body. Kwan's smile slowly dissolves into a scowl but you can feel the fear bubbling underneath,
"I suggest you take your things and leave. The women and children can stay," you say tone even and eyes hardening as they dart over the men. "Those who helped you and believe what you did is right, can leave as well. Let the dead feast on your skin," she finishes and Kwan chuckles not taking you seriously, he steps forward challenging you.
You remove the safety, moving the gun slightly, and firing.
The men tense, Kwan's eyes are wide in disbelief, while the tree a few feet behind him seems to have a new hole in it. You tilt your head, lips quirking up slightly at the unease, and slight mutter among the men, knowing you have the upper-hand.
"You see, I missed on purpose," you state, busying yourself with the gun before aiming it at him once more. "Now leave before I do put I bullet in every single one of you here," you say tone dancing with a hint of firmness as you try to quell the feeling of anger, teetering on the edge of shooting them.
Hoseok joins her side, body-raiding authority and power, causing the men to shuffle as their men walk into view, Kwan's and his followers' things in their hands.
"Wouldn't killing me be easier?" Kwan asks, meeting your gaze excepting you to flinch at the look in his eyes but you merely shrug as a bone-chilling smile curls onto your lips but it is Yoongi that speaks, tone cold but words dancing with a hint of glee.
cw: dehydration, implied starvation, kidnapping mention, sun exposure, strappado/stress positions, electrocution, dislocation, manhandling, bound wrists, noncon touching, sleep deprivation (kinda), self-sacrifice, creepy (?) whumper, threat of death
to be honest I’ve never posted anything like this so I tried my best with the content warnings. these characters aren’t related to anything I just came up with them specifically for this. also I don’t know what I’m doing. enjoy.
It was a hot summer’s day when he dragged them outside, both with their hands bound tightly behind them, but neither gagged. There would be no one near to hear them even if they tried to scream. The yard itself was large and open, very few trees, and in the back corner was a well-kept garden. Five feet from the patio was what, at first glance, looked like a stage; a simple wooden platform, with metal rings sticking up from the planks, and a sturdy six foot pole coming up from the back of it. At the top of the pole was a beam sticking out over the platform, with a few diagonal supports to keep it sturdy. A rope hung from the end of the beam, swaying idly in the breeze, threaded through a series of metal rings screwed into the underside of the wood.
There wasn’t a cloud in the sky, and the sun was intense above them. They’d hardly been outside since they were taken, and their skin had thinned and paled. The concrete beneath them burned the soles of their feet.
Mister pulled them to a stop on the patio, and walked in front of them, gesturing to the structure.
“Which of you would like to try it out?” he asked with a grin. He had on a wide-brimmed hat, and sunglasses that hid his eyes.
Dana and Scout said nothing, only inched closer to one another for some small ounce of comfort.
Mister stepped forward, tilting his head. “Come on now, I worked hard to build this for you.” He grabbed Scout by the chin and forced him to look up at him. “No need to be shy.” He released his grip and ran the palm of his hand down Scout’s neck, squeezing his shoulder muscle. Scout’s gaze immediately fell back to the ground and he trembled under Mister’s touch. Dana tried to press closer, to reassure him that she was still there. Mister dropped his hand and walked behind them. Neither dared turn around. Next to her, Scout suddenly cried out, as Mister kicked at the back of his leg; he lost his balance and fell hard, knees slamming into the concrete patio. Dana winced, not daring to move.
Mister crouched down next to Scout, now kneeling with his head bowed, and grabbed him by his hair, using it to push him down and grind his face into the grit. Scout whimpered. Mister held him down, forcing him to hold the bowed position. Behind his back, Scout’s hands flexed as his arms twisted, trying and failing to find some comfort as he was held there longer and longer.
“Do you want to get up, little one?” Mister’s voice was soft.
“Y-yes,” Scout whispered.
Mister pressed harder on the back of his head. “Go on then, get up.”
Scout’s squirming intensified, but he was unable to lift himself against Mister’s hand. Mister barely needed any pressure to keep Scout down. After a few more minutes of watching him struggle, Mister let up, and Scout lifted his head, only to be met with a boot to the face. He cried out and fell to the side, his bare arm scraping hard against the ground. There was a spot damp with tears and blood where his face had been. Dana tried not to look at it.
Scout tensed, waiting for another blow, but Mister didn’t move. After a few seconds of waiting with bated breath, he slowly pulled himself to his feet, careful not to lose his balance without the use of his arms. The entire left side of his face was rubbed raw and dripping blood. He assumed his position next to Dana. Mister let out an exasperated sigh.
“Fine.” He grabbed Scout by his arm and pulled him to the platform. Scout’s eyes flashed to Dana, wide with fear.
“W-wait!” Dana shuffled forward, still avoiding Mister’s eyes. “I’ll do it. Whatever it is.”
Mister broke out into a wide smile. “There we go.” He let go of Scout’s arm, and beckoned Dana forward. She looked to Scout, and with tears in his eyes he mouthed, ‘thank you.’ She swallowed and walked forward, stepping up onto the platform. Mister grabbed the rope, wrapping and knotting it methodically around her bound wrists. She let herself sob as silently as she could muster, turning her head away from Scout. Mister tugged the last knot tight and patted Dana’s arm. “Wait here.”
He marched over to Scout and pulled him to a short wooden pole in the ground. He pushed him to his knees by his shoulder, and tied his wrists to the pole. Scout swallowed. Head down.
Mister mussed up his hair and made his way back to Dana. “You ready, sweetheart?”
Dana couldn’t bring herself to shake her head. Mister wrapped the other end of the rope around his hand and began to slowly pull taut the rope around her wrists. Dana tried to keep her breathing steady. The skin on her face and shoulders was burning. Mister continued to pull on the rope, stretching the muscles of her shoulders so she was forced to bend forward. Mister tugged once, forcefully, and Dana gasped as her shoulders were stretched to their limits, stopping just short of being pulled out of their sockets. She stood up on her tiptoes, trying to get some minute relief.
“P-please…” she whimpered.
Mister secured the rope to the pole behind her and came around, crouching down so he could be level with her.
“”Please’ what, darling?”
“P-please sir, please don’t pull anymore. It h-hurts.” Her burned skin rubbed painfully against itself where her arms met her torso. Her calves were beginning to ache, but any attempt to bring her heels down caused her shoulders to scream.
Mister’s lips twisted, but his expression was inscrutable beneath the glasses. “Now, darling, of course it hurts. It’s supposed to.” He knelt down and knotted some rope around Dana’s ankles, running it through the two metal rings near her feet and keeping her from being lifted off the platform. He stood back up. “There you go. Now you shouldn’t suffocate.”
Dana choked back a sob. “P-Please sir, what do you want? I’ll d-do anything, just let me down!”
Mister clicked his tongue, gently patting her on the cheek. “Oh, sweetheart… I want you to scream.” He pulled the rope free again and all at once pulled down, lifting Dana’s wrists into the air. With nowhere else to go, her shoulders made a sound somewhere between a snap and a pop, and the tension that had been forcing her to bend forward vanished, replaced with a pain unlike anything she’d ever felt. And scream she did, a sound that was hoarse and desperate, all the air of the loudest scream she could muster, without the voice. Her feet scrambled beneath her, trying to take on the burden from her shoulders, rope digging into her wrists and ankles with equal force.
It burned, and the heat of the sun was nothing to her anymore. She twisted, trying to find some marginally more comfortable position, to no avail. Screams continued to rip themselves from her throat as waves of pain crashed into her.
Mister reached back and tugged hard on the rope- jerking her arms up and then letting them drop again. Dana’s eyes flashed open as she shrieked, more piercing than the previous ones.
“Oh, that was delicious.” He pulled the rope again, eliciting another broken shout.
The pain was too much. She could feel her consciousness slipping, even as she knew letting herself black out would tear her shoulders even further out of place. Her eyelids fluttered, trying to keep her eyes open. She must have left them closed for a second too long, because Scout shouted, “no!” as Mister’s taser met the flesh of her stomach. The scream caught in her throat as all her muscles seized, including those previously holding her shoulders in place. Tears poured from her eyes. She couldn’t breathe.
“No sleeping, dearest, if you hang for too long you’ll suffocate.” Mister pulled the taser away. Dana could do nothing but sob. If she stood up on her toes, her calves ached; if she dropped, her shoulders screamed at her; if she fell unconscious, she’d suffocate- or else be shocked awake again. At this point, she didn’t know what would be worse.
So she hung there, sobs sometimes punctuated by screams when Mister decided to tug on the rope. Eventually the tears wouldn’t even come, and she just shook, trying not to pull at her shoulders or meet Mister’s eye.
After ten minutes, the sun started to take its toll. She had already been dehydrated, and now she was being left in the unrelenting afternoon sun with no water.
“M-mister, please, I need water, I’m gonna… I’m gonna pass out,” she begged. Her mind swam, and a combination of a lack of blood flow and dehydration caused her arms and legs to begin to cramp painfully. What little food she had in her stomach threatened to expel itself, but she forced it down.
“Come on darling, you can stay awake. I’ve given you enough water this week. I even gave you a glass yesterday when you asked so nicely.”
“Please!” Her body was drenched in sweat, yet she was shivering. A few yards away, Scout’s eyes widened at the outburst.
Mister walked to the pole and wrapped the rope around his hand. “What was that, dear?”
Dana froze, then dropped her head. “I’m sorry, sir,” she whispered. “I will stay awake. Thank you for the water yesterday.”
“That’s better,” he said. He put the rope back and patted her shoulder; she bit down hard on her lip to suppress the whimper in her throat.
Even as she said the words she knew she couldn’t last much longer. Eventually the pain or the heat would get the better of her. Did Mister really intend to leave her there to die? Surely, if she blacked out, he would cut her down and bring her back inside. He would let her have some water, and rest for a few days. He wouldn’t let her die…
She jerked awake just as she collapsed with a strangled shout. Her hands were still bound behind her, and everything hurt, but her heart flooded with relief. It was over. She could rest.
“Thank you sir, thank you,” she sobbed. Mister picked her up, but he didn’t take her inside. Instead, he set her on the grass, tied her wrists to something, and walked away. She looked up, and froze. In her place on the platform was Scout, in the process of being tied to the rope, eyes red with tears, face raw but no longer bleeding, skin burned wherever it had seen the sun. He mustered up a small smile. Her heart sank.
