In all honesty, I don't know that much about Unknown, seeing as how I haven't played Ray's route or anything. All I really know about him is from the other characters' stories, fan art, and fan fiction. Also, I haven't finished the second Secret Ending, but I have finished the first if that makes any difference. However, after reading a manga called The Flowers of Evil (which is pretty fucked, but amazing) and reading a fan fiction with Unknown in it, I've wanted to write this. If I am largely inaccurate, please tell me. Otherwise, please sit back and (try) to enjoy this (honestly, sick, twisted, and fucked) story.

*THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS RAPE AND SELF-HARM*

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After the events that occured at Mint Eye, you, and the rest of the RFA members attended V's funeral. You didn't shed any tears, or at least, not for him. Everyone else, even Jumin surprisingly, were crying, which made you a little emotional. Others crying always had ever since you were young. Jumin thought it was a bit odd, since you hardly knew V, and it was, so you decided to tell him the truth, which earned you an unreadable expression before he placed a hand on your shoulder and walked away.

Saeyoung, who you had arrived with, pulled you in close to his chest by your shoulders, which you leaned into with a low hum. Admittedly, it probably wasn't the best time, considering the man who helped save him, had died at the hands of his brother. Guilt then washed over you.

You felt like you could have done something, anything to keep that bullet from hitting him, or at least kept him from bleeding out. Your first thought was jumping in front of the bullet, but would you have really risked your life for him? If you were being honest with yourself, no. No you wouldn't have, because you didn't care enough to. Help stop the bleeding, sure, but you wouldn't have died for him. There's no one you would do that for, not even the people who you knew would do so for you.

It made you think that there was maybe something wrong with you, that perhaps, you were insane? You hardly felt anything for anyone, even your siblings and parents who died in the same car crash nearly two years ago. Although, there was a specific reason for that. When you were young, you felt everything so deeply and were excited about everything but as you grew older, that seemed to fade. The person you were in the chatroom wasn't you. Maybe when you were in a good mood, but those were somewhat rare. Often times, you found yourself feeling nothing at all and just staring into space. Like you were then.

"MC?" Saeyoung asked.

"Huh?" You snapped your head up from the ground to look at him in surprise.

"Are you okay?"

What kind of a question was that? No one would be okay in that situation. You were at a funeral for God's sake! But, for you, you guess you felt okay. You could have been feeling worse.

"Is anyone right now?" You asked, with some sadness in your voice. It wasn't real though, just something to amuse him with.

He pulled you fully into his chest and you could feel the tear droplets fall onto the top of your head. Having him hold you that close made your heart flutter and your face became red, which you secretly chastised yourself for. You shouldn't get feelings like that. The time in the apartment was over, but being with him was going to be for a while. How did you even keep that annoying persona up those few days? God only knows.

"It's going to be okay." He said as he stroked your hair.

You guessed he was talking to himself more than you. You knew it was going to be okay, in fact, it didn't affect you at all. V was just an acquaintance, practically no one to you. However, everything to those people, even Yoosung who always voiced his dislike for him. He was standing by himself under the shade of a tree, and you made eye contact.

Great. Now you had to go over there.

"Saeyoung," You said, which caused him to look at you properly, "I should go see how Yoosung's doing."

He nodded in agreement and kissed the top of your head before releasing you. You had to admit, the affection he gave you wasn't bad. In fact, you enjoyed it, as any human being would, and knowing that was the one thing that kept you from admitting yourself to a mental hospital.

"Hey, Yoosung." You said as you approached him.

"Hi, MC." He said, the sadness was very clear in his voice. "I know I always complained about him, but for him to really be gone-" He choked back his tears and covered his mouth with a closed hand.

You rubbed his bicep with your left arm in a small attempt to comfort him. Then you realized that you must've looked stupid, so you pulled him into a hug that he quickly accepted. Your arms were wrapped around each other's backs as he quietly cried into your shoulder.

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After everyone had calmed down, they said their sad goodbyes and headed home. You stayed with Saeyoung, who wanted to just sit there in silence for a few minutes. After a while, you decided it would be best if you left him alone to be with his thoughts, although you knew how dangerous that could be, seeing as how you did a lot of dumb shit when you were. You placed your hand on his shoulder as you got ready to stand up, and gave him a smile when he looked up at you before you headed to the car.

You closed the door and sighed deeply. It had been an exhausting day. You didn't want to be there any more, you wanted to be at home, curled up in a ball in your bed, surrounded by blankets as you watched YouTube. But you couldn't, you had to be there for your friends. Friends. It was still weird to think or say that word without feeling betrayed or pissed off. But overall, it felt...nice.

You looked out the window of the passenger's side to see Saeyoung still sitting on the grass, staring at V's picture. You turned your head towards the floor of the car, and just kind of stared off into space. There wasn't really anything more to think about, you thought it all already. And if you were going to think more, you knew how that would've turned out.

You would've become pissed off at yourself for being such a fucking moron, the thought sparked by one or more of the numerous things you absolutely regretted, and you'd pull at your hair and open your mouth to silently scream as it tore apart your throat. Then, you'd revert back to your old ways which always filled you with shame whenever you did it out of anger and not a sick, twisted happiness.

You sighed one more time before you leaned your forehead against the dashboard and closed your eyes as you tried to focus on your breathing before you lashed out. You suddenly heard a knock against the glass of the window, and you snapped your head up as your eyes met those of a mint-green. Your eyes widened slightly as you realized who it was, and backed away slowly. He leaned closer to the glass and placed his finger over his lips as he looked to the corner of his eye and you looked at Saeyoung over his shoulder, who was still in front of V's picture.

Damn that blind moron.

But why was he there? You could have sworn that he was locked up in the looney bin, or maybe that's just what you told yourself. That's what you wanted to think. Still, why was he there? What was the reason? You?

He motioned his finger for you to get out, but you shook your head, denying him. He pulled out a knife from his pocket with a wicked smile before he subtly pointed it behind him and a feeling of worry came over you. You couldn't let him hurt Saeyoung, someone who's been so nice and kind to you. You hesitantly reached for the door handle and stepped out of the car quietly.

Suddenly, his knife was pressed up against your throat and his hand gripped your wrist tightly. "Be a good girl and come quietly, or I'll carve myself a pumpkin. Understand?"

"Yes." You said, quietly. Adrenaline had taken over your body, but you knew you could do nothing about the situation you were in.

"Good. Now start walking." He started walking forward, and you followed.

You felt the urge to look at Saeyoung for one last time before getting taken away, but knew better. Saeran probably would've thought you were going to scream out and draw blood from your neck. That would be an annoying place to have a scar. Especially over a dumb mistake.

You both walked for a few minutes before you stopped at a black car. He made you open the passenger door before practically shoving you inside.

"Don't even think about running away." He warned before shutting the door and sitting in the driver's seat.

You drove for what seemed like hours, and you could tell the sun was going to go down soon. Saeyoung had called and texted you frantically, but Saeran snatched your phone away before shutting it off, saying that you no longer needed it. You glared at him for a second before you turned your attention to the beautiful scenery.

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When you two arrived at your destination, you waited in the car for him to open the door so he wouldn't freak out or anything.

You looked up at the building. It was a small, nice house painted dark colors. Or maybe it just seemed that way because of how dark it was outside. If you weren't brought there against your will, you would've considered living there, but you didn't have enough time to think before he pushed you through the small door in the garage that led inside.

You stood in the living room with your arms at your sides as you stared at him. He was in the kitchen, making what smelled like coffee. You always loved coffee, and was tempted to ask for some. You opened your mouth slightly before quickly snapping it shut as you remembered the situation you were in. He eyed you curiously, and you him. You wanted to break the silence, you absolutely hated silence and standing there just soaking in it was driving you mad.

"Why did you bring me here?" You asked, and regret immediately filled you as he set his cup down on the kitchen counter.

He didn't take his eyes off of you as he stepped closer, "Because, you're going to stay here and be my pretty little slave." He was suddenly too close for comfort, and you had no more wall to back into. He took a section of your hair and brought it to the front of your shoulder slowly, "How does that sound?"

"Disgusting." You spat.

His brow furrowed, an image you were not unfamiliar with. He grabbed at the back of your hair tightly and pulled on it, which left your neck exposed.

He brought his mouth close and you could feel his hot breath on your skin. "Don't be so mean, princess."

You chuckled softly at the nickname he gave you. It was ironic, considering how he was tugging at your hair.

"Were you there with that redhead?" He asked, resentment clear in his voice.

"Yes." You said, in almost a whisper.

He visibly became excited at how you answered. "Why?" He said as he growled against your throat.

As bad as it was, you wanted his mouth on your neck. To suck, bite, kiss, dominate. Just the thought slightly aroused you.

"Because I love him." You told him. And even though you told Saeyoung that, you didn't fully believe it yourself. After all, it had been an extremely long time since you've ever loved anyone.

He tugged on your hair harder and you lightly sucked air through your teeth. "I wonder if you would still love him if I made you mine." His free hand was lightly placed on your neck.

"I'll never become yours." You told him angrily. If you could've fought back, you would have, but you knew right away that he was much stronger than you. You would have been lucky to make it to the front door.

He roughly grabbed at one of your breasts and you tried hard to hold in a moan. "We'll see about that soon enough."

"Stop." You told him, firmly, even though you knew it was no use.

He latched his mouth onto your throat and sucked hard and suddenly bit down. You let out a surprised gasp and you felt him smile against you. He grabbed at the bottom of your dress and lifted it high enough so he could slip his hand under it. He glided his hand over your stomach before he settled on your breast under your bra. He pinched and pulled at your nipple and you bit your lip lightly as you felt your insides start to ache.

"They're hard," He informed you before asking lowly in your ear, "Are you enjoying this? Being fondled by me as I hold your hair in my hand?" He tugged harder.

At the sudden motion, you accidentally let out a small moan.

Well shit.

"I'll take that as a yes."

"Fuck you!" You spat at him, angry at him for taking advantage of you and at yourself for getting turned on.

"All in good time." He said, teasingly.

You rolled your eyes. Even though at times you considered yourself pretty smart, you knew what you were about to say was dumb, but you couldn't bring yourself to stop. You just wanted to piss him off.

"Saeyoung tugged at my hair like this too whenever he would bend-" Your sentence was cut off by him gripping your face with one hand.

His angry stare burned into your eyes. "Do not say that name." He told you before attacking your lips with his.

Your tongues both fought for dominance as they swirled around in your mouth, yours gave in to defeat and his ventured around your mouth. It made you groan. You tasted mint ice cream.

"If you keep making those sounds, I'm going to have to tie you up and fuck you into the mattress."

You subconsciously bit your lip at the thought. No one else knew it, but being tied up and fucked was one of your fantasies, one that you wouldn't ever tell him.

"He was good at fucking me so hard that I couldn't stop coming. Just endless-" His hand pressed against your throat to cut off what you were saying. You really knew how to push his buttons, and you smiled.

"Shut the fuck up. You are mine now, and you will not speak of anyone else pleasuring you. Is that understood?" He growled.

You couldn't help but get more turned on by how dominant and possessive he was being. You wondered if you should have kept going or just agreed. You took the latter. He let go of your throat and reset his hand to knead one of your mounds. The pinching, twisting and pulling was painful, which only aroused you more, and you hated yourself for it.

He moved his hand down your body as he once again ravaged your mouth with his. His hand stopped between your legs and you gasped against his mouth as he applied a small amount of pressure.

"Don't. Please stop." You begged.

You used one of your hands to push his away from your sex, and he quickly grabbed your wrist and tugged it away harshly.

"Shh. Behave, princess, or I'm going to get mad. And you do not want to see me mad."

You glared angrily at him in defiance and he chuckled.

"So feisty. Not for long." He let go of your wrist and put his hand between your legs again, and mid-gasp, he shoved his tongue down your throat.

You felt helpless. Absolutely helpless. You always hated feeling that way, which was why you always took care of yourself and tried to never get into trouble. You never liked to lean on anybody for help, for you saw it as a sign of weakness. And you were not a weak little bitch.

You fought back for dominance against his mouth, and once you had it for a split second, you bit his lip, hard. The taste of copper flooded your mouth before he quickly retracted.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he looked at you. "You bitch." He pulled even tighter at you hair, and you thought that eventually, he was going to pull a few strands out. "Instead of being a bad girl, why don't you use your mouth for something better?" He let go of your hair and your sex and started to unzip his jeans.

"No." You said quickly. "I won't."

"Oh, yes you will." He grabbed your hair again and started pushing your head downwards, "Get on your knees."

You stared at him angrily until you couldn't take him looking at you anymore, and you looked away before slowly setting your knees onto the floor. You tilted your head towards the floor, and he tugged your hair upwards to look at his cock that was already hard.

"I'm guessing you already know what to do." He said before pushing your head, causing your mouth to open around his cock.

His hand pushed hard against the back of your head, and when you felt his tip hit the back of your throat, you tried to pull away so you wouldn't gag, but he held you in place every time. He moaned as he grabbed tighter at your hair, and you put your hands on his thighs to better steady yourself, which made them twitch slightly.

Huh. So even powerful men have weaknesses.

You could feel his cock twitch in your mouth, and knew what was coming. Like you expected him to, he told you to swallow it all, and that if you let any fall, he would punish you. As if he wasn't already. You didn't want what he was doing, you were just following along so you wouldn't get in any more trouble.

As he unloaded into your mouth, you tried to swallow before he pulled out so none would spill onto the floor. He smiled wickedly at you, which you only knew because you took a quick glance up at him. Before he fully pulled out, you cupped your hands under your chin just in case, and you found that you didn't even need to.

He patted the top of your head, "Good girl." He put his hand under your chin and led you back onto your feet. "Now it's your turn." He said against your neck before he bit it again.

You grabbed at his shoulders and bit your lip harshly to deny him the satisfaction of you moaning. He reached under your dress again and pressed his finger against your clit, and you let out a short gasp in response and dug your fingers harder into his shoulders. He started moving his finger and your knees almost buckled underneath you.

"Stop. D-don't do this." You begged him, breathily.

He moaned against your neck, "Hearing you beg like that really makes me want to plow right into that wet pussy of yours." He slid his finger over your slit that was under your panties. "You can't hold in your moans forever." He licked your nipple from over your dress and your chest involuntarily pressed harder against him.

You tightly closed your eyes as you yelled internally at yourself. Your body was saying yes, even though your mind was telling him no, and you hated yourself for it.

He slipped his finger under your panties and inserted it inside of you. When he curled it once was when you whimpered, and he smiled. He inserted another and kept curling them against the roof of your pussy and you couldn't help but moan. He pulled your panties all the way down to your ankles before lifting your legs off of the ground and pushing himself inside of you. You quietly whimpered when he started to roughly thrust into you as he sucked and bit on your neck and breasts. You dug your nails into his shoulderblades and hid your face in his right shoulder as you waited for it to be over. He said some dirty things that you blocked out with a few songs that you could only remember the chorus to as you silently cried.

"Where's all that fire from before?" He teased after he set your feet back onto the floor.

You sat down and hugged your knees as you stared into space and processed what had just happened. He took advantage of you. You let him take advantage of you. You felt rage start to boil within you, mostly at yourself for being so weak, but also at him for making you feel so helpless. You gripped at your legs angrily and dug your nails into them. You slowly got up and walked over to him, who was suddenly in the kitchen, sipping his coffee again.

"Where's the bathroom?" You asked him, quietly.

"Down the hall on the left. Oh, and don't think about trying to escape. There's no window in there." He smirked.

You nodded once before heading to the bathroom. You closed the door, locked it, and sat on the toilet. Then, the urge strongly came over you. You searched all over. The cupboard, under the sink for anything to dig into your skin. You found scissors and picked them up and dragged them against your left forearm and watched as the blood dripped into the sink.

After a few seconds, you dabbed it with toilet paper and sat down on the toilet again. You were so ashamed. What would you tell everyone else? Would you even be able to get out to tell them? You sighed and put your head in your hands.

A knock came at the door, "Come on. It's time for you to make dinner."

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For those who don't know, yes that was rape. Because she didn't want it to happen, even though her body was reacting, that was rape. Even though her body was aroused, that doesn't make it consensual. Just had to say that because some people don't understand.