The Need to be Owned

Chapter Twenty Eight: The Twin

TAEHYUNG'S POV-:

Angel, you're so beautiful.
You've got your nose in a book, reading so voraciously, as though the book were your life line.
Perhaps it was, partly because I'd banned any other forms of entertainment for you, and partly because it'd help you avoid acknowledging me, or at least so you thought.

I walk over to you. Even though you don't stop reading, I can feel your body tense up.
"How was your day?"
"Okay." You clipped.
I chuckled. "Angel, what have I told you about eye contact when speaking to me?" I challenge threateningly, making you snap your book shut, and face me.

"I'm sorry." You muttered under your breath.
I ran my fingers through your soft hair, hair that I'd been washing and brushing myself.
"It's alright. Don't make me have to remind you again Mavis."
You nodded.

God I missed you, MAVIS.
Perhaps Mai wasn't as resilient as she deemed herself to be.
But then again, I must have traumatised her, broken the unbreakable.
That's what I do best.
Well it's a win win either way, for I have the girl I adore.
My Mavis.

"Did you eat?"
"No. I'm not hungry."
I sighed.
I understand that it's only been a week since we moved to my private island, but the sooner you adjust, the better.
"Fine. If you don't have an appetite, then take your meds and rest. I'll be working. Find me in my study if you need anything." I kissed your forehead longingly and left.

I entered my study, going over the files in my hand.
NAME: Iris James
AGE: 21 Years
NATIONAL: Korean/American
Perfect.
Logan has certainly delivered. It's unfortunate his brother didn't turn out to be as efficient as him.

I picked up my phone and dialled his number.
"Hey, I'm guessing you saw the files."
"I did. Good work. Every possible trace of her existence has been removed?" I inquired.
"Absolutely. Left the duplicates body in the warehouse along with Eunwoo's. The police found it and the case has been closed due to lack of any evidence or leads. They blissfully believe she tortured and killed him, then killed herself."
"Excellent. The perfect crime of passion. Thanks Logan. When are you flying in?"
"I'll be there tomorrow. Can't wait to meet your girl. If you're going to such great lengths for her, she must be special."
"Sure is. I'll see you tomorrow." I said and hung up.

By the time I came back to our bedroom, you were fast asleep. The pain killers were definitely taking a toll on you.
I still remember how overwhelmed and crippled you were when you first woke up after months, in an alien bed, in a foreign country, injured brutally.
You looked at me ever so helplessly with tears endlessly running down your face. The broken bird, chained in her golden cage.

"W....w-why am I h-here? W-why did you h-hurt m-me?"
"Because you had the audacity to forgot who you belonged to. Well, Mai did, and as long as you don't repeat her imbecilic mistakes, you will be the happiest girl in the world, I can assure you."
"I don't want t-this...I want to go home...P-please T-Taehyung...I-"
"This is your home now! I AM YOUR HOME. I am all you need Angel.
I. Own. You."

I remembered how you meekly surrendered. Frightened beyond bits to go against me. Honestly, I prefer it that way.

I headed to the shower, jacking off, as I though about all the things I wanted to do to you. All the ways I wanted to take you. God you bring out the insanity in me and I love it.
I slipped into a pair of boxers and turned in. I pulled your body into my chest, coiling my arms around you. You'll never escape me Mavis. NEVER.

"What the fuck did you just say to me!" I grabbed you by the neck threateningly, as you squirmed to free yourself.
The sun shine bright and hot outside, while my temper flared at your insubordination.
"Please Taehyung...don't make me..."
"Angel, when I ask you to do something, you comply. As simple as that. Now, don't make me hurt you. Open your fuckin mouth."
You sniffled as you slowly opened your mouth slightly.
"Wider. My dick's won't fit." I barked, irritated.

You did as told.
"Tongue."
You stuck your tongue out.
I pumped my cock before jamming it into your warm, wet, mouth.
You gasped but slowly adjusted to my presence.
"Suck Angel." You did. You hollowed your cheeks and sucked gracefully, innocently.

I just couldn't get enough of you. You could be covered from head to toe in my semen, and you'd still look like a virgin who's pure and untouched, waiting to be devoured, destroyed, fucked.
I guided you, gripping your hair, making you Bob your head and gag.
Before I knew it I was spilling my seed in the depths of your throat as you swallowed, knowing how much it pleased me.

"Fuck...That was phenomenal." I panted, pushing my matted hair back.
"Come, I'll help you get cleaned up, then we can have brunch." I said, lifting you in my arms as we headed to the shower.

The meal was quite as usual. I flipped through the pages of the paper, while you trapped yourself in your book, occasionally sipping on your coffee.
The sound of the door bell caught our attention, disrupting our tranquility.
Before we could react, in walked a man in black, his arm covered with tattoos and a smug grin plastered on his face as he took a drag.

"I'm home Taehyung. Did ya miss me?"
I scoffed.
"Logan, welcome."
I turned to you, only to find you staring at him, jaw dropped. You were in utter shock. Pale as a ghost. I wouldn't be surprised if you thought you saw one, after all, Logan was Jungkook's identical twin. Their resemblance was uncanny.

"J-Jungkook...you're a-alive?" You muttered faintly.
Logan threw the cigarette on the polished marble floor, crushing the bud with his foot.
"Nope. That asshole's dead. I'm his twin, Logan. Nice to meet ya Mavis, or should I say, Iris James." He smirked.
"W-what?" Your head was spinning. It was clearly written on your face.

"Mavis Stone is dead to the world Angel. You're Iris James from now on."