Living with her dad was never intentional. She had been trapped, confined and bound to her dad since the death of her mother. Days at school seemed endless. Repeating in a constant cycle of returning home and heading to school.
Until...
She was capt...
I rubbed my eyes open feeling a tight body wrapped around me, Jungkook's arm was wrapped around my waist, while he tightly held me in his embrace so I couldn't escape. I tried to get up, but his arm felt like a 10kg dumbbell. He started to awake, yawning, while I stayed quiet.
"Good morning my sweet baby girl." he said in a raspy voice.
"Hi." I whispered towards him. We were both still naked from yesterday night and we were too tired to get changed.
As I was getting up a maid walked in with some clothes for me. A very cute outfit. A white top with a blue skirt.
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The maid carefully placed it on the bed and smiled at me sweetly.
"Thank you." I said.
After she left Jungkook left the bed and started to get changed.
"I think we should start getting breakfast. What do you think?"
"Okay."
I stayed in the covers not exposing my naked body to him, even though he had seen it all of last night and multiple times before that.
"What's wrong baby? Do you need help?"
"I-I uhhh I Just."
"Come here then baby girl." He said and lifted me onto his lap.
He helped me get changed carefully, trying not to hurt me. Once that was done he carefully placed me on the bed and went out of the room for a quick second and quickly came back... with a white cloth and handcuffs.
I shook my head vigorously.
"No... no ple-plea-please Jungkook." I crawled to the back of the bed. My back hitting the head board.
Jungkook approached me and kissed my hand.
"Just relax. I won't hurt you." He placed trapped me in his embrace and placed the cloth over my mouth. I tried to resist but it just got harder, my vision blurred and darkness took over.
*3 Hours later*
I woke up to which looked like a hospital room, but I felt fine, weirdly, as I'm currently on a bed with needles dug into my skin and those things which sort of hug your finger to measure your heart rate.
Did Jungkook drug me? I thought to myself.
I lifted my shirt to see a couple of stiches. Was I operated on!? The door opened and Jungkook entered. He wore this black suit which really defined his black hair and sharp jawline.
Unwholesomely, I missed Jungkook. Perhaps the reason was due to a lack of civilisation around me. I never expected anyone to be coming to see me, especially in hospital, but Jungkook showed up. He was there for me, even though he was my crazy kidnapper.
He slowly approached the bed in long strides and rubbed my cheek with his thumb, his hand caressing my face.
"Hi." I said softly, but my voice came out croaky from the lack of fluids I've not had.
"Hello" He says softly. He sits on the edge of the bed and kisses my on the head.
"How is my baby doing?"
"What did you do to me?"
"Look baby, what I did last night was... let's say... I was worried for you. I was being a bit rough and violent. I wanted to give you a check up... on your physical and mental health."
"What were the results?" I asked worriedly. I knew I suffered severely bad anxiety, but no one needed to know that.
"I think it's best if I don't tell you, princess. I'll make sure to keep you safe though, and until you get better." He kissed my lips and stroked the back of my hand with his thumb.
