34: Zoey

I woke in the middle of the night. Lifted myself up and out of bed and made my way over to the bathroom. I washed my hands before I exhiled. As I entered my room a hand covered my mouth from out of nowhere. A drenched white cloth smothered me. The whiff of some strange liquid drugged my senses. Before I could call out or make any muffled noises, darkness took over my body. My eyes flicker open. Memory spotty. Vision blurry. Head acking. An uncomfortable feeling of nausea hit me like a concrete wall. I can not move. I'm tied up. If I did not know better, I could swear that this is what it would feel like to be buried alive. My surroundings are unfamiliar. Where am I? I can feel how panic bubbles within. If I don't slow down my breathing, I'm going to hyperventilate. Tears shallow in my eyes. My sick and twisted kidnapper must have used Chloroform on me. Knowing that some men will go through such extremes, makes me scared. You think it only happens on the tv, until it happens to you. "Glad to see that you've finally woken up," a sickly sweet voice said. I were kidnapped by a woman, no, two women. I noticed another to the left of her. As they came more into focus, I came to a shocking revelation. They aren't even human to begin with. My eyes grew as realization sunk in: Sirens! Halve bird creatures. "You're an abomination to our kind. Sister dearest had hidden you rather well, we had zero knowledge of your existence," the other stated. Her voice made the hair at the back of my neck stand on edge. "Why don't you just kill me and get it over and done with," I spat bravely. Knowing that I've just killed Jimin either way. The first sister closed the space between us, blitzkrieg. Giving me a sucker punch straight in the gut. She pulled away screeching, like touching me ignited her blood. I try to steady my breathing even though it's hurting like hell. "Until the next blue moon (which is about 68 hours away), we can't touch you," the other one said as she smirked wickedly.

I inhaled a sharp, shaky breath. "Wh- who are you?" I asked even though I dread to hear the answer. "Not like it matters, but if you really have to know. I am Parthenope and she is Ligeia. To think that we've once called your mother our sister. It's enough to make me gag!" The one responsible for the sucker punch informed me. This is bad. How am I supposed to get out of this one? Seems like they'll be the end of me! I miss the brothers. Especially, Suga. I wish that I could have been there or better wake up from this damn nightmare. As they made their way towards the exit, one said in a laughing tone, "When it's time, we'll feed you to the waves and lift this curse forever." My heart sunk into the soles of my feet. How can something as perfect as seven handsome gods turn out this way? I try to wiggle free from the tight strains, but failed miserably. My wrists are burning as the rope cuts deeper and deeper into my flesh. The burning pain is severely overwhelming. Tears pricked at my eyes again. I wish I could escape this hellhole. Seconds turned into minutes. Minutes into hours, just ticking away. Somewhere along the line I must have dozed off. I'm drenched as a bucket of icy cold water had been dumped over me. I gasped like a fish out of water. They laughed insanely at my panicked expression like two retards. Neither of them even gave me the light of day as they left me alone with my thoughts. I have no idea what the time is. The walls to my surrounding seems rocky. This must be some kind of a cave. There's no, whatsoever, indication of time. For all I know, my seven days are over and the brothers are grieving the loss of one of their own. I can still recall everything. That either mean, time isn't over yet or that Jimi hadn't made it and now I'm being punished for failing the most important mission in my life. A tear rolled down my cheek. My heart is physically breaking. I wish I didn't need to feel so afraid. I wish that I could have shared one last kiss with Suga, or fell into a moment of temptation. Even taunting Hobi at the moment by beating him in Mario Karts would have been preferable. Jimi oh Jimi, I can't begin to describe this heartache. Joonie, Tae and even Jk. I miss them all. It's like a heavy burden is smothering my heart. My soul is bleeding. Like it just shattered like a falling mirror into millions of tiny pieces. My wrists are hurting. Feels like razor blades are cutting into my skin. To crown it all, I'm soaked to the bone. Freezing, like I've ran out on a snowy morning and forgotten to take my coat. I wish the floor would open up and just swallow me whole.