MONSTER || 𝐉𝐉𝐊✓

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† Only I can have you †

Warning - This chapter contains mature and disturbing content.

Heaven's pov

I cried in complete pain as jungkook dragged me towards the mansion, I pleaded him to let go but his grip on my hair just got tighter as my words made him more angry with every second.

“You won't get away with this shit for long. I did ANYTHING and EVERYTHING for you. I tried to be better to you despite the fact that you always fucking betrayed me but no! You always have to ruin everything”

He howled, pulling me along with him. I kept stumbling on my way as my ankle hurted so much but he didn't cared.

Just as we reached the mansion, jungkook slammed the door shut but his grip on my hair never loosened. He was pulling my hair with extreme force causing a burning sensation on my scalp.

"Im sorry jungkook! please stop" I spoke in between of my sobs, but nothing stopped him. He kept dragging me upstairs and just when we reached the bedroom I felt myself being thrown on the floor, my head almost hitting the edge of the bed.

I slowly looked upto him, he looked like a maniac fuming in anger. He raised his hand and slapped me really hard on my face, causing a stinging sensation but this pain was nothing in front of what I was going to encounter later.

“What's my fault? I did nothing” I sobbed slowly, because truly I didn't try do anything this time.

“I can't believe you have the audacity to say this. What's your fault? You wanna hear what's your fault? If i wouldn't have come in between you and jimin on time you probably would have ran again! And the way you were looking at him! Touching him! Hugging him! You were clearly cheating on me” he yelled, I looked down in disappointment as I continuously shed tears.

We've all got both light and darkness inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on, that's who we really are and jungkook choose to be like this, he chooses to be a monster.

He grabbed my hair again, making me stand up just to shove me on the bed again. Undoing his belt, he wrapped it around his hand and my eyes widened in horror.

He hit me once, twice and then I lost the count because the pain was too extreme to handle. I ended up curling into a ball and protecting my head with my hands.

I couldn't breathe, my chest hurted due to my constant sobs. My body turned red and some of the parts even bled due to the frequent hits. He then undid his tie, then grabbed my wrists and pinned them over my head.

It didn't took me much time to realise his intentions. I couldn't win like this so I did the only thing I could do. I leaned forward and bite on his neck, really hard that it made him suddenly lean backwards.

“fucking bitch!” he cursed, grabbing his neck that now was bleeding. I get off the bed with full speed and ran towards the door.

But there was no escape, the door was securely locked. I didn't have the time to think about anything until I was being pulled back abruptly.

I was losing, again. 

My head hit the pillow and I squirmed, he grabbed my jaw making me look at him.

“we could have been making love, real love, having a big happy family. but I gotta hold you down since you really must enjoy the fight, huh?” I squeezed my eyes tightly at his faux words, mouth trying hard to form words.

"You're hurting me, leave me!" I weep.

“You hurt me too! You left me and then loved someone else! And now you want to get away again? you fucking cunt! It’s all your fucking fault.”

“and leave you? Huh?” he chuckled psychotically .

"why? so you could go back and start whoring around with that jerk?" He taunted.

I felt so pathetic, not being able to get away from his grasp and having to beg this man not to act like a beast, not to do something that was so unhuman-like.

He smashed his lips on mine harshly, it was more of biting than kissing. I tried to get my mind off this, to think of something else but nothing worked, the humiliation I was feeling right now, wouldn't let me think of anything.

Pulling out of the kiss, he takes my dress off. " You know. This won't work, you won't learn your lesson with this"

He mumbled, digging his one hand in his pocket to search for something, he pulled out a knife and my eyes widened in pure horror.

To say I was terrified was an understatement. "jungkook - jungkook I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, please don't do this" I pleaded him.

"please not this! hit me all you want, but not this" I stuttered out, my heart beats so fast that I think I might die, it was even hard to breathe but this man didn't looked convinced.

"A lot worse is gonna happen to you if you continue to resist me"

He threatened, I watched him placing the knife on the side of my body, the left side of my rib cage. I closed my eyes accepting my fate, nothing could stop him right now.

I felt a sharp pain on the left part of my body and I screamed the loudest I can, I've never felt this kind of pain in my entire life. I could already feel the hot liquid oozing out. I took few shaky breaths hoping that jungkook would stop soon but it was just the beginning.

I could feel the cold metal making curves on my body. I couldn't even scream anymore, I was just lying there like a corpse. I opened my eyes slowly and looked at my side, the bedsheets covered with my blood. The view was horrifying.

His initials JJK written on the side of my body.

"Shh, It's done." he soothed and pecked my tear stained cheeks.

"but I'm not done with you" I looked at him with disbelief, I had no energy left to fight. Even If I wanted, I couldn't move.

"Do you know what I'm going to do to you?"

I nod, completely defeated.

"Good. And what are you going to do about it?"

I sob softly, knowing better than to make too much noise. "I cant do anything."

"That's right. Now spread your legs."

When I didn't obeyed him, He forced himself into me, not bothering to slow down or stop for me to adjust. He did the opposite and began going more rough.

I let out a cry when he starts and squirms in his embrace which causes him to squeeze my wrist tightly, I truly felt like I was dying.

The only conclusion my brain could come up with is to beg. Beg for mercy. I really couldn’t see how else I could get out of this situation. Just maybe, Jungkook would pity me, his first and only love.

Jungkook manoeuvred me into all kinds of uncomfortable positions throughout the night.

My eyes were tired of shedding tears and quite honestly, every inch of my body and mind was defeated.