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Why? All she could ask herself was... why? And how had she gotten there to begin with?
She was already in a lot of trouble. What was next? She didn't want to know.
Rain hit hard against the sheer panels of the windows from outside. Her fingers slid across the glass as she stared longingly into the distance. Her mind was clouded with dark thoughts, notions that tortured the mundane human mind so extraordinarily.
The patter was fierce and harsh and unwavering. Thunder struck from above. Emi thought of everything that could happen between the quick bolt of lightning. All the haunting laughs of young children, elsewhere. The swipe of glass against skin, blood dripping from a gash, the morbid angst, the cries, the pain...
And yet, it all seemed so bittersweet. As if the world, in another dimension, from another time... would always be able to compensate someone else's pain for another human's luxury. Call it the balance of the cosmos...
Whatever it was, it was all just overwhelming.
Maybe as Emi trembled, in her thin nightgown, pressing the pads of her fingers against the cold window, somebody out there was laughing under clear skies, no turmoil, no clouded mind.
She smiled so bitterly at the thought, tears welling in the tear ducts of her dark eyes. A sharp and brief exhale escaped through her dulcet lips. It was only a matter of time. Only so long before one of them barged in, even on her most somber of isolated moments.
They would not let her rest. Never let her feel peace or ease or anything... but pain. From now on, she could only suffer. She could never imagine herself to be carelessly, obliviously free ever again. Not even she wanted to. Not even if she tried.
Emi gulped down her tears for the sixth time that very evening, and forced herself to just stop. To give in. That's what they always told her to do, anyway.
Was it weak to have finally given in to defeat? Was it so wrong to just let down her guards, let them take everything from her?
And that's how he saw her; stoic, black pupils focused on the intricate patterns on the luxurious Persian carpet below. She had her fists bunched around the hem of her short negligée, of which he could clearly see her tender breasts through.
He mused, smiling in satisfaction, eyes hanging low.
"Little Kitten," he purred. "Ready for me to play with you?"
She stiffened, did not move. Wisps of black hair were covering her face, hiding her petite figure from a full viewing.
"I'm not going to let you play with me," Emi said in a cold voice. "I'm not your plaything."
How dare she be so stubborn when he was being inviting? He could be meaner. He could throw courtesy out of the window, press her against the wall, and tear through her like he so wanted to.
But no. That would ruin all the fun.
He tried a different, more omnipotent approach to things. His way of dealing with lost sheep.
"Aw, don't be so conceited, Little Kitty, I'm merely playing nice. You want me to be mean? I don't think you understand the terms. It's non-negotiable."
"Taehyung... I don't care."
"You want to be disobedient now, do you? Let me show you..."
It was then that his presence shifted behind her. Emi's eyes briefly widened, lips quivered. Taehyung only mused further, pressing his leanness against her back, fingers taunting the edge of her nightgown, ample lips against the smooth skin of her clear neck.
"...how a naughty little kitty should be punished."
That's when his hand moved up slowly and reassuringly pressed hard against her soft bottom. She let out a small whimper, to which Taehyung couldn't get enough of.
"Do you like that?" he whispered against her earlobe, breath hot and filled with want.
Emi was trying so hard not to crack. Trying so hard not to cry out of desperation and fright. Emi wasn't sure how many girls him and the others had victimised before like this, probably over twenty dozen lots, but whether they had willingly or not was something different.
They were all manipulative and abusive. They were all... soul-sucking incubus who loved to bring people's nightmares to life. If any female had seen them, well lust would attract their prey more often than not, and like flies stuck to unforgiving cobwebs, they were meals who were too blinded by their beauty to even reconcile their deaths until the very split moment before...
Lightning cracked close-by, shaking the mansion's high walls. Emi was still stiff. Neck tilting upwards now.
"No... no, let me go. Let... let me..."
The blood so morbidly painting the walls as they feasted on blondes and brunettes and redhead girls so beautiful and so vital, draining their lives, draining their souls as they moaned in pleasure. What had first started with body marvelling and caressing, surpassed the tearing of shirts and was quickly onto the slicing of the skin.
What fools! Emi could never be like them. Never be blind. Never be anything but headstrong and possibly stupid for ever wanting to find an escape, to put an end to the Kim brothers ways of stealing...
Stealing the lives of others, that was.
Yet, with Emi, they were not as careless and quick. No, they stalled on her. She was not some hookup in a nightclub to be done with in the alleyway. She was not some sort of one-night kill and early morning breakfast before dawn.
No, Emi was much more, and yet... much less than that. She was what they liked to call... their personal 'livestock.' Their blood source. And indeed, many of the rest had specific nicknames for her.
See, it wasn't just Kim Taehyung, the youngest and yet, most unpleasantly fetishising aristocrat vampire of the Kim brothers. He was sick in the head, as they all were, in exceptionally different ways, but he was the most demanding out of all of them.
"Don't lie," he sing-songed, "You love it more than you care to admit. Who knew you were such a shameless liar, Little Kitty?"
Another slap against her bottom as thunder neared closer, flashing the world in exposure way too startling for Emi.
Taehyung suddenly pushed her from her frail waist and threw her on the bed, where she lay, in pain and fright. He was there, less than an inch away from her, even as she got up on her forearms and tried so hard to squirm away.
"Nah-uh-uh, my sweet and lost lamb, I will not allow for you to get away, you see? You're mine. And only mine. Let those words sink in, before I do something more terrifying than you've seen me do."
He grabbed a fistful of her hair and slammed her down against the beige silk sheets.
Emi shut her glossy eyes and tried desperately to find solace in the darkness, breathing heavily. She would not look at him in his handsome face, not open them long enough to see his red fringe coming down below his detached, reptilian eyes.
Emi didn't care how long it took to restrain, she would do it. She would do it because her life depended on it.
"My Little Kitty's not so afraid anymore," he said, as if to himself, hot tongue tracing against the crook of her collarbone. One hand went up to press against her tender bosom, and another propping her leg up over his pelvic area.
He could feel her throbbing wetness. Emi was so embarrassed, she couldn't breathe properly. She was certain she was going to have some sort of mental breakdown right there, but it wasn't like Taehyung would stop.
He was ruthless and a cold killer. He wouldn't care whether she died or not. It was worse. At least with the other brothers, she knew they wanted her alive. But Taehyung was impulsive and every bit experimental. He liked to push her boundaries, see just how much she could take before she cracked. Emi knew that from experience, sadly.
The red-haired boy smiled as his grasp on her breast became more rough, his tongue suddenly exploring every inch of her mouth. Taehyung pressed himself down fully against her, feeling her much more intensely. He then pulled away, a string of sticky saliva parting the space between them.
Emi's look was that of haze. Taehyung was a mastermind predator, and part of the hunt was putting oneself into the mind of their lowly prey. Like God to the archangels, the predators always had the higher power, capable of stripping away a prey's freewill easily.
"Little Kitty," he whispered lowly. "Now, won't you let me play with you?"
"No," she deadpanned.
Taehyung was taken aback, his force growing more desperate and sturdy. He slammed himself against her, breathing like an animal, tearing one strand of her nightgown as he growled in hunger. He was triggered.
And that's when he lunged in to her neck, biting his fangs down hard into her. Emi shrieked and pressed her hands on his chest, crying out for help. The sound of his drinking was heavy, plentiful gulps and gulps.
Emi felt her body being drained. It was like sticking two needles into one's jugular vein. She was trying to hard not to black out. Every time she did, she woke up somewhere far worse than she could've first imagined.
Chambers and closed doors and cages. And she didn't want that happening right now, or ever. At least never with Taehyung, anyway.
Perhaps she did have favourites, she thought, even as her life was being taken before her very own eyes.
That's when she laughed. The sound mad and twisted in its own peculiar way. Taehyung drew back, brows furrowed as his mouth turned grim. He looked angry and confused both at the same time.
Action.
After a split roll of thunder, Emi dashed. She ran and ran, bolting out the door and into the hallway, the ridiculously large mansion sprawled out before her.
She just didn't want to be there with him, being abused and crying out of terror. She didn't want to be some sort of rag doll, even though it was probably too late for her to want anything more out of life.
Emi panted and ran, the corner of her lips still having traces of Taehyung's forceful kiss. She wiped at it as her dainty feet pressed against the marble floor she was practically sliding against.
She went down stairs and tripped many times, the Victorian infrastructure like one big daunting maze, working against her just as the brothers did.
She reached the front doors, finally, where a white carpet was sprawled out under. Never was it stained or dirty. She wondered how, but then she told herself to stop being so stupid. This place was not normal. Some sort of paranormal force was keeping this entire place thriving with vampires, after all.
And she was just their pet. A temporary pet if Taehyung was going to be the one going through with her.
The strange force was evident, as freedom remained locked from the inside, even when Emi tried so desperately to open the colossal doors before her.
Emi gritted hard and tried with all her feminine might. The mahogany doors rumbled violently, but never broke down or simpered in their guarded restraint.
"Let me out of here!" she cried, feeling stupid but helpless at the same time. No doubt, if none of them had smelt her, they would've now heard her. "Please!"
"Idiot," it was Yoongi, cold and vicious and his voice so distinctively vehement.
Emi whipped around, pressing herself against the doors suddenly as Yoongi grabbed her by the throat and lifted her off the ground. His fangs glistened like pearls, eyes saturated with annoyance and cruel pleasure.
"I'm... I... I-" Emi coughed and sputtered, feeling her throat tighten as her feet lifted off the floor. "So.. sorry-"
"Imbecile," he spat, throwing her down on the ground suddenly.
She wheezed and gagged, lying there in agonising pain. Her vision was blotched. There must've been someone out there happy and delighted at the joy of a birthday present, a surprise party, good news of wealth and health and absolute amnesty...
Emi wiped at her eyes as she cried in embarrassment and anger towards the universe. She wanted to scream and kick and cry, but she promised herself that soon... soon she would find a way out and put an end to her own suffering.
Yoongi was still staring down at her. He did not move... until...
"Brother," it was a silken voice that interfered. "Don't waste your time."
She looked up just as suddenly as the pale, peach-haired boy in front of her, under the veil of her black hair, at Jimin and his pillowy lips dripping with blood.
"You have been served?" Yoongi asked, approaching him, as Emi lay, one side of her nightgown lower than the rest. "How?" he hadn't even seemed reluctant to leave her writhing there.
Could he have been... a little glad?
Crazy, she thought. Yoongi was almost as bad as Taehyung. Yet another sign that she was only imagining things.
"I went out," the younger explained. "On my own tonight."
"Where?"
"The city."
"Is that..." Yoongi leaned in close, sniffing Jimin around like a stray dog. Emi was so disgusted, she was trembling with frustration when it came to Yoongi. "Is that foreigner blood in your system?"
"You know our little baby Jimin loves his food of high quality," Namjoon scoffed, hands in his pant pockets, without a care in the world. He pressed himself by the wall, silver hair pushed back behind his ears in a high-fashion style. Sometimes, he seemed more normal than the rest, well-groomed, less rabid, but it had only fooled Emi briefly before getting the best of her. "It's only natural that third second youngest be so easily attracted to exported goods."
"You fucked the living starlights out of them too, didn't you?" it was Seokjin now, with his fine, newly-dyed blonde hair. He leaned against one of the pillars as he smirked. His question had curled up at the end as a sort of taunt, rather than an actual question.
"I don't work like that," was all that Jimin said.
All of their eyes were either shut, with twisted smiles, far-off, or on each other. Only Jimin was staring down at Emi, expression that of pity and slight empathy.
Yes, she thought. I definitely prefer some more than others. Even if it was all for show.
"Want to take her in, Yoongi?" Jimin offered.
He remained silent for a little while before clearing his throat.
"It offends me that you think I would want a disgusting, helpless creature trying to claw its way around. I don't appreciate used things," and then he walked away.
"I'm not feeling it tonight. She smells pretty delicious, I can't lie, she always does, but she's too..." Namjoon didn't even finish off his sentence, only sneered in disgust before taking after Yoongi.
Well, fucking good. If only this could keep up. What has happened tonight to make these boys lay off of me? I need to do this more often, whatever it is... it's been working.
"I'm rather hungry," Seokjin triumphed, staring down at Emi with those oval eyes of his. Her heart sunk. "And seeing as you're the only one who has eaten, Jimin, how about you let me size her up for once?"
"No. She's rightfully mine."
Taehyung appeared, standing there. His legs were spaced apart, neck hunched forward in a rather standing-off position.
"She ran away from me," he explained. "I wasn't done with her."
"So you left the job half done?" The eldest cackled. "You numbskull. Now you've left that thing on show for us. Look at how irresistible she looks, all stirred up and so hot for us. Say, let's make her pick which one of us she wants to torture her!"
"No!" Taehyung slammed his strong fist suddenly against the pillar, causing some of the marble to crack and dent in beside Seokjin's head. "She was mine!"
"Was," Seokjin cut through. "Now I'm taking her all for me."
They both turned around as soon as they felt the air shift, the smell of fragrant blossoms and wild summers leave. They both grumbled with anger.
Jimin had taken her.
"What a greedy little fuck!" Taehyung shouted, as more thunder rallied through the night.