[M] Mountain Soul Part 6-4 (1/1)

PART 6-4      The pressure his desperate and determinate struggles put on his stitches made him fear he would reopen the wounds. Johnson and Rogers didn't care though and laughed at his futile attempts as they dragged him down to confinement for he was sure a lasting painful death.Minwoo didn't want to die. Ellie said he wouldn't come back to Mountain Soul. She said he was safe. She said he didn't have to worry. Now he was back in his personal hell hole and no one was here to help him. Nor Ellie or Eric. They were not here, and he couldn't help hate them for getting him in such shit.There was no doubt now the Mun siblings would be the death of him, and Minwoo wished he had never met them. If not for them, he wouldn't be trapped with these monsters certainly planning to torture him to death as retaliation for everything he ever did. Minwoo could tell it wasn't only about Miles anymore. Maybe it had all started with him, but now Martins was out to get his head for speaking on them, and Minwoo had no doubt the man could be as cruel as any other people who ever hurt him.He hated the fact he had so many point of comparison to suffers. How could someone undergo so many horrific experiences with so many different insane bastards ? Minwoo wished he wasn't so unlucky.It was already a wonder how he managed to survive so long with everything falling on him, and if God was existing, he was just a bitch to him. The asshole couldn't even decide to kill him or not. He rather torture him over and over again and let him suffer through the aftermath. As if torture in itself wasn't enough. No. The bastard needed to make him go through many trauma he certainly would never overcome.If Minwoo was believing in God, he would hate him.“You can struggle all you want. No one's here to save your ass this time.” Minwoo felt shivers course through his body at the too trustful words. “You're all ours now.” He hated the smirk on Martins' lips and even more to feel him so close to his ear.Miles had left an indelible mark and Minwoo would never feel comfortable ever again with people too close to him. The hands around his biceps were already feeling too much, and if there wasn't the terror of what would happen to him too soon, he would've freaked at the sensation of these men trapping him in their grips.      Maybe begging would have helped him, but Minwoo never managed to do so -not for these people. He knew too well it wouldn't have make it any better, and he wasn't hurt enough yet to lose himself in uncontrollable and unintelligible babbles. He had no doubt he would beg at some point, if only to make the pain more bearable, but he wasn't naive enough to believe it would actually help him.These people had no mercy, and he knew it.“You're sure it's safe to do that now ? What if she finds a way to get him out ?” Martins sent a dangerous glare at Rogers stiffening beside Minwoo and tightening his grip around his arm.“You're done being a pussy ? He won't get out. We've him now, they can't do anything.” The smirk breaking Martins' face sent a chill down Minwoo's spine. “We'll be done with him before she can do anything.”

He was expecting confinement. He wasn't expecting this cold looking room where nothing was but concrete humid walls and that was all. Minwoo didn't even know such room existed at the prison, but he guessed he shouldn't be that surprised. Mountain Soul was an old penitentiary, and many more creepy rooms were certainly hidden around and used by twisted bastards like Martins and his pals.“You'll be comfy here.” Martins said before pushing him inside the dark room with a hand hitting him square between the shoulder blades.Rogers and Johnson were on cue and released their grip on him to be sure he would fall fast and hard inside the little cell. The concrete was freezing cold and way too humid under him -but the smell invading his nostrils made him wonder if it had anything to do with water at all. The smell let him believe otherwise, and shivering, he forced the thoughts away to focus on breathing.He would have liked to be abandoned in this room for the time being -if only to let him time to prepare himself and recover from the shock, but the soles slapping the concrete behind him said otherwise -and Minwoo's heart could have stopped in his chest so much the fear was strong.“We're doing this now ?” Rogers sounded like Minwoo's only hope to avoid the worse, but Martins was taking none of his shit.“If you're so scared fuck the hell off and let us have some fun.” The look the man gave Rogers said another story, and it seemed enough for the man to shut up and stand behind.Crawling all the way against the farthest wall drained Minwoo from too much energy, and the realization it was of any real help made him close to retching. Martins and his pals just had a few steps to take to get to him, and Minwoo couldn't remember feeling that trapped before in his life.The room was so small, so isolated. He was sure even if he was screaming his lungs out no one would hear him besides his tormentors.It terrified him, for real. Somehow, it reminded him too much of a part of his childhood he wanted gone, and for too long he felt like a boy face to monsters he could do nothing against. It almost made him cry, but tears were long gone from him which he was glad for.“Shut the door.” The command left place to no argument, and when Rogers slammed the heavy metal door shut, Minwoo felt like a lock had just sealed his terrifying fate.Martins would make sure he would never see daylight ever again, and he believed too strongly he would be dead in the coming hours. Minwoo didn't want to die, but he couldn't prevent it either, and it was a maddening feeling making rage obstruct his throat and terror twist his insides.     Now the door was shut Minwoo noticed the small bulb hanging above their head and shining a too timid light. It was enough for him to see the four men with him and certainly too much for him to distinguish every devious grins and mad looks.He wished he was blind, because these men were terrifying him out of his mind and he didn't want to be here.Fuck ! He was freaking out. He knew he was, but he couldn't control it.“I bet you're scared.” Crouching in front of him way too close, Martins observed him intensely and did nothing to hide his amusement.Minwoo hated the man for that, but he managed by whatever miracle to not spit in his face or headbutt him. He knew by now such kind of reactions were bringing him only more pain -and sincerely, right now, he wasn't even sure he could handle a slap.At the lack of reaction he got, the look on Martins' face shifted from amused to murderous.“You ratted on us.” He said dangerously.“You tortured me.”Martins scoffed, as if baffled by Minwoo's audacity in such situation. “We never tortured you.”“Yeah. You're right.” He glared at the guard crouching in front of him and felt like biting his nose off. “You paid Heck for that.” Martins' smirk turned feral. “Feels the same to me though.”Martins moved imperceptibly closer and Minwoo tensed up too much as instinctive reaction.“Oh no. I don't think so.” Minwoo frowned at the guard. “Wait for us to be half through you...” Martins' smirk made Minwoo tremble. “You're gonna regret Heck. You'll certainly regret Miles, too.”Minwoo felt disgusted at the only idea.“Yeah ? I doubt that.” He knew he shouldn't challenge the man or even antagonize him, but it was stronger than him. He was fucked anyway, so better get as many little satisfactions as possible -even if it would only make it worse on him.Minwoo liked the idea of dying knowing he never bowed down to these people.“A coward like you...” He was expecting the punch, but he wasn't expecting to feel so close to passing out.Fuck ! He was far from recovered and his stay at the hospital only made him weaker. Safety had a tendency to soften you, and Minwoo realized it wouldn't be helpful in his actual situation. Maybe it would get him killed faster, but he didn't want to die, even if it would eventually put to a stop any suffer he could go through.Death wasn't a tempting option yet.Somehow, Minwoo believed if there was a God he would make it even more horrible for him in the afterlife considering he was already having so much fun torturing him on earth. Some sense of humor were just sick, and his life was feeling just like that.“That's not smart, boy.” Martins' hand in his hair was as painful as he presumed it would be, but the punch only made it worse. “We've your fate in our hands.” He said, looking around at the other guards. “I wouldn't provoke us then.”Minwoo coughed, gritted his teeth and managed a bloody grin. “And pass on all the real fun ? No way man.” Laughing was painful, but it was worth it at the look crossing Martins' gaze.At least, he had the certitude he would get on this man's nerves pretty easily -and Minwoo always loved annoying bastards.“You're crazy.” Said Bae, the little fuck, and Minwoo couldn't help laugh harder despite the harsh grip in his hair tightening always more and murderous look in Martins' eyes.Antagonizing these bastards was fun actually. It helped deal better with the situation.“Says the sadistic bastard's bitch.” Okay, maybe Bae had an even shorter temper than Martins, but the kick in his stomach was really overdone in his opinion.Minwoo was glad Martins stopped the kid before he could go batshit on him.“Is that what you want ?” Asked the guard as he pulled him back in a sitting position with the hand in his hair, and Minwoo felt like punching him.“I want none of this. It's not like I've a choice though, now do I ?” Sounding so annoyed wasn't his intention, but it did the trick anyway.“You brought this upon yourself.”“I didn't. Miles did.” He felt the guards tense up at the mention of their coworker and maybe friend, and Minwoo only hated them more for that.Thinking they were all pitying the monster for what had happened to him despite his doings was making him sick. All these people were sick.“You asked for it.”“Yeah, how ?” He scoffed back, trying to control the growing rage bubbling inside him.“You killed his friend. You're the monster here, not us.”Minwoo stiffened at the memory of this cop then felt like killing Martins for calling him out to be something they had mastered way better than him. How he hated people claiming to be good when they were the worst assholes this planet had ever knew.“Am I now ?” Martins gave him a confused look at the thoughtful way he spoke. “He made me do it. He didn't leave me a choice.”They never did.Martins didn't react well to his reply, and soon enough there was too many people surrounding him and beating the life out of him. He heard someone yell orders, but he never caught the words and just tried to stay awake and protect himself with his hands handcuffed in his back.Fuck ! The wall was merciless behind him and made it even worse. He could feel his wounds throb in pain and was almost certain the one on his stomach was open again.Fuck ! Was he going to bleed out ? Or worse, get an infection and die a slow painful death.Gosh, Minwoo didn't want to die. No matter how shitty everything was for him, or how much he didn't care about life for too many years -being so close to it (again) let him know how much he wanted to live.“Stop.” The assault stopped abruptly at Martins' order, and Minwoo could be glad for that, if he wasn't so close to losing consciousness. Maybe it would be better. It certainly would be better, but pain was too much and not enough at the same time -thus keeping him on this thin nauseating line he hated so much.Feeling the man above him, he couldn't help the lump forming in his throat and the memory flashing through his mind. Suddenly, the situation felt too familiar, and the way Martins straddled his back brought him close to the losing point. He knew too well what was happening when such bastards were getting so close to him in such way, and he didn't want this to happen again. Not again. He wanted this to stop. If they could spare him only one thing, he wished it was that.Fuck the pain. Fuck the torture. He could deal with that. He just didn't want to have to deal with this sick act again. He fell victim to it too much already when he had swore this would never happen to him. They didn't leave him a choice, and he hated himself for being so weak.“Relax.” Martins chuckled lowly as he shifted down on his legs and grabbed his cuffed hands.The next moment he was free and could have done a lot with it if he wasn't so hurt. Instead of fighting, or trying to move, he just laid there in disbelieve.He was certainly dreaming. Or not. These guys weren't stupid, and they knew they could handle him even if he was attempting anything. Minwoo himself knew it was a losing battle, therefore he gave up the idea to fight and just waited for what would happen now.Maybe if he was passing out they would leave him alone for the rest of the day.“I think we broke him.” How he hated Martins. Minwoo wouldn't say it enough, but he hated this man. “Miles told me he was a fighter.” He could hear a playful pout in the man's voice and felt sick. “I'm disappointed.”Well, Minwoo was disappointed to still be conscious, so the bastard shouldn't complain. He was the one in pain here.“Hey.” The guard said in a breath as he suddenly fell on him to press his lips at his ear. “Is that all you got ?”Minwoo froze instinctively at the sensation of this man on him, breathing down his neck and pressing his body against his. It brought him back to too many horrific moments he wanted to forget and fuck ! This guy was gonna make him lose his shit. He could feel the way his breath slowed down painfully as his eyes widened in horror and muscles tightened all at once. He could feel it, and it was certainly what Martins wanted from him.The sick fuck.Minwoo tried to not fight and lay still. He really tried, but this man on his back was too much and he wanted him off.He didn't know himself he had so much strengths left until he managed to buck Martins aside enough for him to turn aside and grab his ear. He pulled on it desperately and tried to hurt the man as much as possible to get him off of him. Martins and his pals reacted quickly and started yelling, growling and kicking way too much until he was curling in a ball and not moving anymore.“Stop it. Stop it, that's enough. We're gonna kill him.” Even if he said that, Martins couldn't stop kicking Minwoo for another moment before stepping away with the others. “The little bitch almost tore my ear off.”“You're lucky he didn't.” Commented Johnson ever so seriously, and despite glaring at the other guard, Martins seemed to remember how true this statement was. “I told you, we've to be careful with him or he'll tear us apart. You know his rep.”“Yeah I do.” Martins spat on Minwoo still curling on the floor. “That's why I want to hurt him so much. The little fuck thinks he's all that, when in fact he's nothing more than a bitch.” The guards laughed together and Minwoo more than trembling in pain shook in growing rage. “Maybe I'll invite some guys here, let them have some fun. BK was such a disappointment.”“The bitch turned his back on us.” Confirmed Johnson with disdain. “Once we're done with this one I'm gonna take care of him.”A silence approved the guard's sayings and Minwoo couldn't really find the will to be sorry for BK. The bastard deserved it, but somehow, the fact it would come from these monsters made him wish for the guy to make it out -if only to mess up with the guards even more.“Come on. Help me strip him.” Minwoo felt horror wash over him at the words, and tensing up furiously, he was ready to fight back again if they were attempting anything. However, Johnson seemed to know too well how to subdue someone, and using a knee he pressed against Minwoo's neck, he pinned him down while other hands and knees put pressure on his body to keep him down until his prison suit was down to his waist and t-shirt tore in half off his body.Martins wasted no time to cuff him again before stripping him naked.Despite his struggles. Despite his growls. Despite his attempts, Minwoo could do nothing to stop them and was only released once they were done and he was trembling in cold on the concrete with many bruises and marks already appearing on his skin amongst the already many scares and wounds.Fuck ! Minwoo hated to be exposed so much and wished these bastards would just leave now instead of watching him like that. He didn't like the look in their eyes and even less the satisfaction on their face. He hated them and wanted them dead.“Like what you see guys ?” Martins said teasingly, and the men laughed.“He's a nice body.” Confirmed Bae with a lick of his lips making Minwoo sick in his stomach. He knew this look too well, and he couldn't believe if this little shit wanted to try anything with him he wouldn't even be able to stop him.The older guards didn't miss the kid's reaction either and grinned in interest.“You want him Bae ?” The kid tensed up as if uncertain of the others reaction to his desire, but when he saw the approving smiles and expressions, his chest puffed in confidence as a smirk stretched his thin lips too wide. “Enjoy yourself then, he's all yours.”If Minwoo thought the little fuck couldn't look more devious, he was wrong, and as the kid advanced on him he desperately wanted to get away and kick him his the nose. The older guards were on him before he could move, and pinning him down mercilessly with his legs spread, Minwoo realized he had never been that humiliated before in his life. Even when Miles first introduced him to this sick world of pain and BK used him like a bitch -he never felt like today, and suddenly, he felt tears form in his eyes and raw shame burn his skin.The laughs didn't make it better. Nor the taunts. Or hands he could feel on him doing more than pin him down. The worst only happened when the little fucker kneeled behind him between his legs, unbuckled his belt, slapped his ass and threw at him pet names making him hate himself and his weakness even more.How the fuck could this happen to him ? He thought he had seen it all.He was wrong.The pain of violation was basically similar to what he experienced so far, but the situation and people involved in it made it ten times worse -and for the all time this little fucker used him like a bitch, Minwoo felt like dying out of humiliation. Not only this little bastard barely legal was fucking him on this dirty floor in this creepy room, but his fucking friends were encouraging him to go always harder and humiliate him always more for their sick own pleasure.He had never imagined what gang rape could look like, and he guessed it was the closest he would ever be to it -for now.When Bae pulled him on his knees as Johnson pressed his face on the concrete, he felt another round of burning shame wash over him. Following that, an uncontrollable terror gripped him at the guts at the thought the others would end up fucking him too -and from this point he lost any notion of reality and let his mind spiral out of focus in hope he would wake up somewhere safe. Somewhere far from these monsters.Somewhere he never went before.What is this ? A chapter, after only four days ? What's happening ? Is the author sick ? What's going on ?xD Yeah, I wasn't expecting either to update so soon (even if I WANTED to -I wanted to update soon the last ten chapters too -_-), I'm happy I managed to. It feels like old good times, doesn't it ? Well, I'm not sure how you'll welcome this chapter, it feels like forever since I last wrote and updated such torture scenes (and to tell the truth, it felt a bit unfamiliar to write this chapter for this fic after so much time xD). I'm glad it's out though and I hope you liked it. I'm not even sure how things escalated like this, but it did, so enjoy ;ppDon't know when next chap will be out nor what will really happen in it. But the end is close guys, the end is close *wipe single tear away* I'll be happy the day I mark this story COMPLETE. I know many authors feel sad somehow when one of their fic is over, but it's totally the opposite for me and I feel really happy and proud for reaching the finish line. It's an accomplishment in itself for me and I like the feeling =")Thanks for still being there with me and let's hope for a quick update xD