{( Ugly )}

Summary

🌑Just to play an old game of who is the prettiest and who deserves to die.🌕 🌑My hands tremble, shaking to the point where I thought they would fall off. 🌒He steps closer muttering one of those two words, they didn't have any meaning in my life before. 🌓We were assigned a number together with the number we were assigned a contract, a contract that we HAD to sign. It assured them that we wouldn't, NO couldn't tell anyone what had happened in here. That is, if you survived the trials. 🌔We were taken from our families when we had just turned adults, they didn't care if we had boyfriends or girlfriends, they took us anyway. 🌕Just to play an old game of who's the prettiest and who deserves to die. A/N | just so you know this is a BTS ff, for now Unedited [ X ] Completed [ X ] Edited [ ] Started: 04/02/2018 Ended: 06/03/2018 Please read with the background in black, thank you!

Genre
Other
Author
Epoch
Status
Ongoing
Chapters
4
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
18+

🌑Tears🌑

Reader POV

My breath hitched as I could hear my dear mother screaming and crying out for them to let her go, my big sister just turned twenty-two. My whole family was hoping that they forgot about her, that they would let our precious sunshine shine amongst us for awhile longer.

I don’t even know how mother survived being recruited by them, she always avoided that topic, and I always let it go cause I could see the pain and desperation in her eyes. She was desperate to hide everything that had happened behind her, not like she was allowed to tell me, but I didn’t know that at the time.

I heard a muffled thud and my father’s desperate cries, I started shaking sitting in the corner of the room, hugging my legs. I couldn’t stand just sitting there, I felt so weak. I was full on sobbing only hearing my father’s cries, from the other side of the door.

The room was dark only being lit up by the small fragments of light radiating through the small crevices in the door. I slowly rose up, my feet wobbling from sitting on the cold hard floor for far too long.

I peeked through one of the crevices in the door, the light temporarily blinding my vision. I heard heavy breathing and water dripping, my heart mimicking the sound of the thick substance.

In a second the door was shoved open in a violent matter and my shirt gripped with a very strong grip dragging me out and shoving me onto the ground. I found myself laying in the same thick substance that I heard dripping.

I couldn’t breathe, I didn’t dare to look up either. I heard someone growl and shove me to the side, making me face the ceiling. I laid still almost forgetting to breathe.

A black shadow appeared looking at me in less than a second before it moves towards me and covers my mouth. I didn’t scream ‘yet’ I didn’t want to anger the figure staring down at me. It stared for a good minute taking in my features,

“Ugly”

It whispered plunging a dagger into my side, I screamed, new found tears streaming out of my eye sockets. I could see a wicked smile forming on his face, my vision soon blurred by my salty tears.

“Ugly”

“Ugly!”

“UGLY”

“U G L Y”

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