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Drug Trafficking (Imagine Jungkook - BTS) +18

Chapter I - Narcotráfico - Prologue

My head hurts and I feel my hands tied, my eyes are blindfolded. I can hear them talking, but I can not understand. The fact of being kidnapped by traffickers is scary. I smell the drugs, and the alcohol.

Drug trafficking is now the biggest commercialization, although I am the daughter of one of the biggest drug dealers, I did not want to be living in this world. “I-I need water” I said softly, afraid they would hurt me. I'm completely naked in front of those disgusting. They killed my father, and now I am the reward. “Please!” I pleaded. Then I felt the water all over my body. “Why do this to me, what I did?” I asked, and I felt tears stream down my face.

“Shut your fuck up, little shit!” He spit on me. “Your father is his fault, that's why you're here.” He began to laugh with the others. I shrunk more, crying. “Not need to cry, my dear.” He passed that disgusting hand on me. I do not understand what they say, but in some parts I can understand. I just wanted to get out, and live my life away from here. “I could rape you, but I do not want to die now ... You do not know, but you're worth a lot of money. The boss comes here tomorrow to see you, do not try any grace or you'll be a dead woman.” He began to speak my language and remove the blindfold. “She really is beautiful, but she is very careless. Go take a shower, and if you try to run away, I'll kill you myself!” exclaimed, pushing me into the bathroom. I closed the door and slipped by it, crying again. “Stop crying, it's not so bad to be with us!” He said laughing. I went to the sink and looked in the mirror. My makeup was blurry and my mouth was cut, as I bit my lips hard not to scream when they hit me. With that image of mine, I put my hand to my mouth and began to cry again.

“What did I do to deserve this?” I said through the sobs. What I want right now is to put a gun in my head and shoot myself, to die is my best way out of this hell. I promised myself I would not cry any more, that I would not cry out for help, that I would not eat. I just want to die, I exclaimed in my thoughts. I go into the bathtub, feeling some injuries burn up; “I want to get out of here!” I said quietly, grabbing my knees. “I want to see him again.” For the first time since I was kidnapped, I smiled. I took a sponge from it, and began to remove the dirt from my skin. While I was in my bath, I thought of his smile, his face, everything I loved in him. I was happy, with an air of laughter on his face, he did this to me. “Why have not you come after me?” I asked for myself. “Did not you love me?” Several questions came in my mind. I finished the shower and put on my robe, and then knocked on the door. - I'm leaving now. I said unwillingly.

“Hurry up the boss is here, he wants to see you …” He said and I left the bathroom. The man took my purplish arm, making me moan in pain. “Do not be weak, it's just a injury.” He laughed and squeezed my arm even more tightly. I bit my lips, suppressing the groans of pain, and we entered a room and the man threw me on the bed. “The boss order you to stay in this room.” He said taking his cigarette out of his mouth. “If you want, there's a bottle of Whiskey you can drink.” He said pointing to the table, and I nodded, and the man left the room. My thoughts were facing him, already lying in the comfortable bed; Why have not you come to me yet? I know the same was also from the world of drugs, but he promised me that he was out of this life. I got out of bed and went to the table, pouring myself a glass of Whiskey.

"Tequila is way better!" I exclaimed with a weak smile. I opened the wardrobe and could see some clothes hanging. "They have good taste." I grabbed some dress and opened the drawers, seeing the intimate pieces that contained there. I sit near the large window that was there, and stared at the streets. Why did you decide to treat me right now? My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening. A man in a black overcoat entered the room, his eyes turned to me and I looked directly at them. I was wondering who that being was, but nothing came into my head, I could only look deep into his eyes.

I did not want to, but I was totally attracted to him. Silence was present in that cubicle. The brunette looked at me from top to bottom, the dress was a little short and showed well my legs turned. “What is your name?” His voice was hoarse. “I told you, answer me if you do not want to die!” I swallowed hard, putting my hands back.

Yes, I was scared.

“(Y/N)” I said. He came toward me, and stopped in front of me, making me look at him. She ran her hands through her hair, messing a little, and bit her lip. He could not lie, but he was handsome. His fingers went through my skin and stopped at my neck, I shivered whole. “Stop it.” I whispered, bowing my head. He gave a small smile and gripped my hair tightly, making me moan in pain.

“Jungkook…” he said into my ear, then biting my lobe. “From today you will be mine, do not you dare run away or I'll go to hell to look for you.” He muttered. “You're very valuable, I can not keep my eye on your actions, I know you're tough, and you may not be able to resist me.” He smiled. Jungkook withdrew his hands from me and went to the table, drinking a glass of Whiskey. “Turn around!” he said, and I did. “Really as they say, that son of a bitch's daughter is very hot. Thank you for being right, but tell me, did they hurt you?” He asked, and I nodded reluctantly. “Take off the dress.” He said and I blushed. “Get the fucking dress!” He said without patience. As the man commanded, I took it out and my bruises became visible, Jungkook approached me, and touched them. “I'm going to kill those motherfuckers!” He threw the glass on the wall and I was frightened. “Whatever those bastards do to you, tell me.” Jungkook held my face. “They raped you?” I denied it. “Do not worry, I'll be here.” He gave me a hug. Him embrace was comforting, for the first time I felt safe in the arms of a drug dealer. I felt like crying, and I tightened my blouse, letting the tears flood my face.

How could I be so intimate with him, if I only saw him now? This question ran through my head.

#fanfic #jungkook #suga #bts #exo #chanyeol #jimin #+18 #drug dealer #narcotrafico

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