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Twisted Karnival - Chapter 6

Stray Kids x Reader

Horror/Thriller/Drama

Twisted Circus!AU

A/N: Ya’ll love this series so much, it means the world to us. Sorry it took so long to post, depression hit the both of us like a truck. But we good now. Happy New year everyone! ~Liz

Warnings: Yandere-ish themes. Mentions of seduction, blood, cuts, soul stealing and kidnapping. Possibly more in the future. We also write for 0t9, so Woojin is going to be in this series.

Disclaimer: This story is pure fiction and in no way represents the idols of Stray kids or JYP.

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"Got you."

Your eyes dart to the side to see Hyunjin's face right next to yours. With his hand around your throat and his other arm around your waist, he lets out a loud cackle. You struggle against the boy's grip, but it's no use.

"Ah ah ah, my little doll. You're not going anywhere."

Seungmin's smirk turns into a scowl. "Damnit, I was hoping to keep her for myself as my greatest experiment." He glares at Hyunjin and Jisung, mumbling. "Why do you have to ruin our alone time together?"

Jisung steps towards Seungmin and flicks him in the forehead. "You know why she's here and what we need her for. You can't keep her all to yourself, that's not fair." His gaze lands on you, taking his lip in between his teeth. "Because if that were the case, I'd have done that myself." His eyes linger on you for an uncomfortable amount of time before snapping back to Seungmin. "Besides, Chan would kill you if you did anything without his permission."

"Can we hurry this up, guys? Our little doll is getting more and more impatient." Hyunjin growls at them, holding onto you as you attempt to squirm out of his hold.

Jisung rolls his eyes and looks around Seungmin's workshop until he sees something. A chuckle leaves his lips as he grabs a long piece of rope and brings it over to a struggling you. "Grab her hands and bring them together."

Hyunjin lets go of your throat and grabs one of your wrists, his other arm leaving your waist and catching the other one in his hand before you have the chance to swing at him.

"Let me GO you psychos!"

Hyunjin chuckles lowly and grips your wrists hard enough for you to whimper. "Ah, sticks and stones, my doll."

Jisung takes the rope and double knots it around your wrists, so you couldn't move them. Him and Hyunjin each take a part of the rope and tug on it, jerking you backward. You yell out in surprise and in pain.

"I'd advise you to willingly walk with us back to Chan," Jisung growls, his head tilted. "Or we will drag you instead. Either way, you're coming back with us."

You stared blankly into Jisung’s glowing eyes, swallowing the tightened knot in your throat. Your eyes leered around the small area, praying there was some way of escape. Hyunjin smirked heavily noticing your wandering gaze.

"Whatcha looking at, doll? Don't even think about trying to run again. It won't end well for you." Hyunjin tugged against the tight rope binds over your wrists causing you to yell out in pain. Jisung cringed slightly, taking in a giant exhale.

"Oh god I love it when you scream. Do it again." Jisung pulled on his half of the rope, tightening the knot further as you threw your head forward, screaming louder.

"That's more like it." Jisung rolled his tongue over his lips as he looked back to Hyunjin. “Let’s get going, I’m sure the boss is waiting for us.” Jisung tugged against the extra rope. Hyunjin and Seungmin nodded their heads in response.

You struggled left and right, praying there was some way the ropes would loosen. You screamed out, voice echoing through the empty halls as Seungmin happily bounced forward.

“There’s no point in screaming girlie, you’re all alone.” Seungmin cackled lightly as his head tilted towards the side. You hummed lowly, swiftly sliding your leg beneath him, causing Seungmin’s body to hit the ground. Hyunjin growled darkly, quickly snatching you up by your neck. You panted heavily and gasp for any small amount of air you could. Jisung clicked his tongue as he dropped the small lead of rope.

“Tsk tsk. To think you couldn’t behave for a few minutes. Guess we don’t have any other choice." Jisung looked to Seungmin who’s eyes were glowing brightly. Seungmin bared his teeth, quickly snatching a lead of chain from a table behind him. Hyunjin pinned you to the ground by your neck as Seungmin quickly wrapped the chains around your ankles.

You screamed out in pain as Seungmin pulled against the chains just before snapping a lock to the middle. You shook your head away from Hyunjin’s clutches as the searing pain throbbed in your ankles. You rolled slightly, wincing against the ground.

Jisung folded his arms over shaking his head. “If you would have just listened princess, this wouldn’t have happened.”

Seungmin’s eyes slowly fell to a dim shade of purple as he spit a trickle of blood to the side. You took a few heavy breaths, slowly trying to move your leg. The chains grind against the bone beneath your skin, causing you to break. The men watched you squirm, finding much amusement to your pain.

“Come on, she shouldn’t be much more trouble now.” Hyunjin snapped, tossing Jisung the rope. Jisung glared slightly, turning back to see tears welling up in your eyes. He smirked evilly, pulling against the rope as your limp body drug along the sand. Seungmin proceeded to rub his jaw, eyes locked on you.

As you fell limp under the immense pain, you found yourself staring into the darkened skies of the night. It seemed so peaceful for a moment before Hyunjin jerked on the rope, reminding you that your current situation is everything but. The men continued to drag you along the circus grounds, sliding you past the last few remaining attractions just before reaching their destination. As Jisung finally came to a stop, you tried to slowly twist your body once more.

“What took you so long?” Chan snapped as soon as you were pulled through the big top.

Jisung pulled against the rope attached to your wrists as he clicked his tongue. “Well, we would have been here sooner, but someone decided to try and fight back.” Seungmin growled lowly rubbing his jaw once more. Chan’s brow raised.

“What? Did she clock you in the jaw or something?” Chan scoffed at Seungmin's obvious pain and noticing your bound up body. “No, she side swiped me off my feet.” Seungmin growled, balling up his fists. Chan snickered lightly as he slowly approached you. He knelt in front of you, the back of his hand gently grazing the side of your face. “Would her act of bravery be the reason she’s currently bruising beneath those chains?” The men grew silent as Jisung quickly released the rope from his hand. Chan shoots an icy glare at the three men. “You were NOT to harm her. Your orders were to capture her, and bring her back here. You could have broken her ankle with this ridiculous stunt.” Hyunjin and Seungmin gulped lightly as they stood quietly. Chan brushed his hand against your cheek once more. You jerked your head away trying to stand what ground you had left.

Chan snickered once more, standing to his feet. “Jisung, put her in the center of the circle." He kicked the lock that held the chains binding your legs together. "And take these ridiculous things off. We need her free of these binds."

Jisung spared no time, quickly grabbing you up from the ground and tossing you to the middle of a forming circle. He released you from your binds and sent you a glare. "Don't try to run away. You wouldn't be able to escape all 9 of us." He recedes back into the circle next to Hyunjun and Seungmin.

Minho slowly stepped forward alongside Felix, Jeongin, Changbin, and Woojin. You watched as they all stepped closer, forming a large circle around you. Chan turns to Jeongin.“Jeongin, you’re the last to attach to her.”

Jeongin nodded his head as he stepped forward. You jerked quickly, wincing from the unbearable pain. Jeongin smirked lightly, his eyes glowing blue while dragging the back side of his hand along the side of your arm, sending one last giant shiver rolling down your spine.

“W-what was that…? Why has that happened every time each of you touch me?” You pleaded for answered, watching all the men standing staring heavily at you.

Changbin chuckles, flames bursting out of his hands as he cracks his knuckles. "That, my dear, is us attaching ourselves to you."

Your brows furrow. "A-at...attaching?"

Jeongin licks his lips. "When we attach ourselves to you, we suddenly have the ability to control you in some way."

You suddenly feel your arms raise on either side of you, lifting you off the floor. You scream, wide eyed. "What's going on?! What are you doing to me?!"

Chan clicks his tongue and suddenly, the lights grow dim. A blue glow illuminates around you and that's when you notice the strands of light are sticking to you. Two attached to each arm, two attached to each leg and one attached to your neck. You look around wildly to see each strand of light has attached themselves to each individual carnival boy's hands. Your brain starts to move quickly, putting two and two together.

"That's what you meant. You attached...puppet strings to me!" Your body trembles. "That's what the shivers where whenever you touched me. Y-you were making me your puppet."

Chan cackles loudly, his string being the one attached to your neck. He saunters out of the circle and over to you. "That's right, my little puppet. These strings allow us to not only control you…" Chan's eyes flash a deep shade of red, the whites of his eyes turning black "...but turn you into one of us."

A stutter leaves your lips, trying to pull at the puppet strings. "Y-You're demons!"

You hear a laugh resonate from your left as you turn your head to see a sly grin on Felix's face. "Well, that took you long enough to figure out."

Woojin rolls his eyes, his tongue swiping over his lips. "Enough talking, let's finish this before it's too late."

Chan nods in agreement. He suddenly raises a hand, his fingernails having turned dangerously sharp. He takes a nail and drags it up your arm, causing the skin to open and blood to protrude. You scream in agony as he continues this procedure on the other arm, both legs and lastly, across your neck. Blood starts to flow into the puppet strings, causing them to turn red.

As your blood is being transferred to each boy, your body seizes for a moment until it stops suddenly. The puppet strings fade from blood red to a light, crystal blue. The air is quiet for a moment when Chan approaches you once more. He tucks a finger under your chin and lifts up your face, caressing you gently. His voice is soft.

"My little puppet, are you okay?"

You hear the faint voice of Chan grow louder until it fills your ears like a beautiful melody. A twisted grin appears on your face, psychotic laughter leaving your lips.

"Yes, Master Chan. I am perfectly fine."

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