𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 (Jeon Jungkook)/ 18+ ✔️

0: Prologue

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"I a-am sorry, sir. I-I wil-ill never d-do it again. P-please s-s-stop," I beg with my hands joined in front, trying my best get away from the man in front of me, clutching his leather belt in his hand. This belt was on my skin a few seconds ago, leaving the burning sensation after it hit me.

"How many times, hm? How many times do I have to tell you that you are not supposed to get out of this room unless required? How many fucking times?!" He yells angrily at me and I flinch. Wrapping my arms around my body with was clad in teared up floral dress, I try to stop the guy wrenching burning feeling. I cry harder when he starts stepping nearer me.

"I am l-literally sorry. I-I am sick, so I wanted to take in some fresh air. P-please forg-give me this t-time. P-please," I still try my best to convince him to stop. If he hit me again, I won't be able to stay conscious. I'm sick and dehydrated. My body feels hot and insides feel dizzy. I can't take it anymore.

The man in front of me scoffs and says," This is my orphanage. I own it and I can do whatever I want to do. And you! You have to listen to me. Ever since you are here, all you do is exactly the opposite and I don't tolerate it," and then he drops the belt down to make his way towards me as I look up at him with fear in my arms and trembling chapped lips.

"Girls like you deserves punishment otherwise they slip out of your hands. Right, sweets?" He asks in a terrifyingly soothing voice as he starts unbuckling his pants.

I know what he'll do and I dong want it to happen.

"N-no! N-no Please. Please, I beg you. Please, I won't do it again," I start crawling backward with my heart thinking faster and blood roaring in my veins.

Please no. No. No.

But there's only so much energy a sick person can put our and I'm running out of it. I have no energy to get up and run out of this dark room. When my back collide with the wall behind me, I know it's the end. What's going to happen is inevitable. It has happened to me before and it'll happen again. My eyes water even more and I look up at his smirking face.

Now, the last thing I can do is scream and I did. I start screaming until my throat goes sore. I cough loudly because of the cold. I try to stand up but he crouched down in front of me and grabs my jaw harshly. Trying my best to kick or push him away, but there's only so much a fifteen years old can do.

He scoffs," Such a pretty girl. Always amaze me".

"Let's start. Shall we?" He says and leans in.

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I wake up sweating hard to the sound of my almost 2 years old kid. "Mommy, aa yu ok? You were shcweming?"

I gulp down the heavy feeling to puke out as I pant hard. My eyes are teary and heart is beating so loudly. I feel like I can't breathe but then I felt my son's hand on my forehead, gently caressing my sweaty skin.

I look up at his face, all puffy and red. He looks like some angel and indeed he is. I smile at him as I try to calm my breathing. As long as he's with me, I'm perfectly fine.