Mountain Soul PART 4-4 (1/1)

PART 4-4      It was in the air. Minwoo could feel it. It was leaving a horrible taste in his mouth and making his pulse quicken uncontrollably. He knew what was the threat, knew from who it was coming and why, but knowing he certainly would not be able to avoid it was scaring him too fucking much.These past couple days were nothing more than salacious looks from Bruno -alias BK- (the asshole thinking he could grope him as wanted), menacing promises from the same guy and the guards and worrying images flashing in his mind. He hated to be so receptive to such mind game, but he could not help it.Every time he was looking at the guy or hearing him cackle at him it was bringing him back to confinement and letting him know vividly what was awaiting him sooner or later. He did not know when it would fall on him and he hated it. He liked to be prepared and with people like these bastards of guards it was better to be ready. But they left him no chance to figure out when they would eventually attack for him to seize the even tiniest opportunity to fight back before hell was breaking loose.“Minwoo.” Dongwan's stern voice diverted his attention from the invisible spot he was giving a murderous look at and look over at the other inmate.“What ?” He snapped, knowing what an ass he was being to the other man without being able to behave differently.He was on the nerves lately and was feeling like killing someone, but the threat that was confinement prevented him to actually answer to the impulse (even if it was almost painful). He could not stand letting these people mess with him and do nothing just because he was scared of what would happen in confinement. He hated being like this because these assholes were thinking they could play around with him and not fear any retaliation.Months ago he would just have jumped at BK's throat and made him understand if he was coming close to him or just daring to look at him again it would be the end of him. But even that he could not do it. Just because he did not want to end in confinement.He was such an idiot.Why was he listening to Eric anyway ? The man knew nothing, and who was he to say violence would get him nowhere ? So far it had saved his ass more than once, and now he was holding back only more shit was falling on him. He always knew the second people would notice a vulnerability they would jump on it, but he still let the guards mess with him just because he did not want to give them an opportunity to do worse in confinement.Maybe he should just give in the urge to hit and break bones without caring about the consequences. These people would finally understand that messing with him only meant pain.But what after that ? Once he would be in confinement, alone, isolated and at the mercy of these same people he had punched, what was he supposed to do then ? He knew too well he had no way out there. Knew too well these bastards could subdue him and control him as wanted there.He could not risk it. He did not want to risk it. He was not sure he would manage to hold it together if he was being trapped in another situation like that. Miles had already made him feel like undergoing a living hell, but if there was several of these assholes working all together to make him wish he was never born...He did not even know if he would manage it with his sanity still there. Or even his life.      Distracted by Dongwan nodding in Andy's direction, he looked over at the other man and frowned at him in a silent question.“I've got a shank if you need one.” He whispered, and Minwoo could hear this thin emergency in his voice.He was so fucking tempted to just take the weapon to be ready for when these bastards would come at him, but he knew too well with the many cell searches he had he would not manage to hid it. Maybe he should hide it somewhere else, somewhere no one could say it was his if it was found. But what would be its use if he was attacked somewhere else than where his shank was ? Should he make an attack happen where the weapon was hidden just to get over with this nerve-wrecking situation ?He did not know, and once lunch over, he walked close to Andy for a whispered conversation.“Can you hid it for me somewhere safe ?”Andy gave him a look, and Minwoo was perfectly aware how useless the weapon could be if being anywhere else than in his possession, but what else could he do ? It was either assure himself to have a shank waiting for him if he ever needed it or having no weapon whatsoever for when shit would come his way.He was feeling so fucked, but he would not just let it happen and do nothing.“Are you serious ?”Minwoo felt like punching the other man. As if he could joke in such situation. Was he even known to be funny ? He did not think so, so Andy's question was really annoying.The look he gave the other inmate seemed enough as an answer, and sighing, Andy said, “You should just take it. With what's going on lately...”Minwoo did not need to hear such thing. He was perfectly aware what kind of troubles were awaiting him. He knew it too well, and if Andy could just shut up and do as asked it would be great.“Weren't you there when my cell got searched twice a week for the past month ? I can't keep it, but I need one.” He was feeling the desperation grow inside him, but he struggled hard to ignore it.He could not lose it now. He needed to be strong and fight for himself. He could not be weak.“Fine.” Minwoo thought Andy would never agree to his request, and sighing silently, he breathed a thank before falling into silence the rest of the way back to the cell.

The day was no more peaceful than the couple previous ones, but it was not more different than them either. BK was still on his ass and the guards enjoying messing with him. He could not wait for night to eventually arrive and offer him some rest. He knew the night shift team would give him the opportunity to forget about the shit going on, and he could not be gladder at least half of the guards were not hating his guts.He was not sure how he would have managed it otherwise.After diner, he could not wait to go back to his cell, and once the door locked, he eventually relaxed and lay down on his bunk. Luis was smart enough to leave him alone, and when sleep took him away, he could only hope for once he would have a dreamless night.He was not that lucky of course, and awaken around three in the morning by a well known vivid dream, he knew he would not be able to sleep anymore and got out of bed to get some water. He was feeling shaky while feeling extremely hot and sweaty, which was nothing new. The cold water splashed on his face actually helped him pull out of the remain of his nightmare. He was glad for that, and passing a wet hand on his neck, he leaned against the sink to breathe.He hated to be awaken like this. And he hated even more the fact the nightmares had such effect on him. He should be able to forget about it and go back to sleep, but he could not. He had tried enough to know at the second he would fall back in dreamland the monsters would come back to hurt him. He was tired of it and rather stay awake now. It was less painful than waking up after another tormenting dream.      Focused on his breathing and the cool sensation of the water drying on his skin, he was suddenly startled by a voice arising in the block.“Can't sleep, baby boy ?”Fuck off ! He was in no mood for BK's shit and just wanted to be left alone.“You know I'm coming for you, don't you ?”Don't listen to him. With his eyes closed softly and his back turned on the bars, he tried to block out the annoying, taunting voice.“You know I like them tight and feisty.”Leave me the fuck alone.“I heard you're looser than you're letting know.” Chuckled BK, and Minwoo felt dread wash over him.So he knew. He fucking knew. No ! He did not want to believe it. He could not know. There was no way he could know. He did not want him to know. He did not want anyone to know.“I would've liked to be your first.”Shut up !He could feel his heart beating faster and his chest tightening painfully. He did not want to hear this bastard. He did not want to hear him talk about this. He should not know about it. What the fuck was he supposed to do ?“How was it ? I heard you screamed like a bitch.”He was losing it. He was feeling it. Feeling how the world was slipping out of his grip and leaving him out of control. It panicked him. It panicked him for real.“Shut the fuck up, BK !” Shouted another voice, but Minwoo was too far gone to recognize it.BK chuckled distastefully and said, “You need your little boyfriend to stand for you. How cute.” He taunted, but Minwoo did not hear it. He could not hear anything anymore but this overwhelming panic and deafening thump in his ears.“Minwoo...” He heard a soft voice, but wired as he was, when he felt the presence near him all he did was whip around, grab whoever was trying to get to him and pin the person against the wall beside the little desk.He distantly heard the cheers and cackles, but he did not mind it. He was not there anymore. He was not sure where he was, but he was not in his cell anymore. He was somewhere else so much more dangerous and frightening. Somewhere he was trapped and lost. Somewhere he could not do anything against his tormenters and could just endure the pain.“Minwoo... please... please...” The voice was weak and strangled, but in his state he did not realize what he was doing. He just wanted to keep these people away and protect himself. He did not want to be anyone's bitch anymore. He just wanted to be left alone.      The loud resounding alarm pierced through the cellblock and awoke the remaining inmates still sleeping despite the ruckus created by BK. Minwoo did not even hear it. As he did not hear the cell opening but felt the many people coming to him. He worked on instinct and attacked whoever coming too close. He needed to fight and keep them away. He needed to protect himself.The punch he managed in someone's head made his bones crack, but it was nothing. He could not feel the pain. He could not feel anything but this overwhelming need to protect himself.He could hear loud voices and screams, but all he understood was “get him !” which panicked him and made him fight harder.He was outnumbered though, and soon he found himself pinned on the hard floor with too many heavy weights on him. It made him suffocate and panic, but he could not find his strengths anymore and lay there on his stomach, breathless and terrified.He was not sure what was going on, but then he was hauled up out of his cell and the deafening alarm made his ears ring. He did not know what had happened and even wondered where he could be for a second.He heard some inmates' voices, cheers, cackles and taunts, but he ignored them all to focus on his labored breathing.What the hell happened ?Thinking he was trying so hard to stay out of trouble. The realization the guards were taking him to confinement panicked him, and thrashing about in their grip, he kicked, pulled, elbowed, shrugged and headbutted at anyone he could reach, but all it got him was a blow in the side cutting his breath sharply. Fuck !Here we go. A new freaking slow update xD Sorry, but I just have one chapter left and I need to work on this fic.  Anyway, I hope you liked this chapter, and thank you for following and supporting this story =3