Ancipiti Gladio 2.
"Stop trying to run, you little brat!" he roared and caught Belle body, clutching it so tight the she felt her ribs start to ache.
She struggled and tried to wiggle out of his trap but couldn't. He was far too strong.
"Don't try to run. As long as you don't try to run, I won't hurt you." He said but the way he spoke made Belle physically sick.
Jungkook carried Belle into the kitchen, searched for duct tape and sat her down on a chair. He tied her wrists together, then her ankles. "There. Now you can never leave."
"Okay, fine. You're the beast. You kill people to get off, we get it. But is this really necessary?" she asked, gesturing to her bound state.
"You really think I'm stupid, don't you?"
"No." Belle rolled her eyes. "Deranged, maybe. Totally out of your mind? Hell yeah."
She thought Jungkook would snap upon hearing her remarks but actually, he laughed. "See, that's why I like you so much. You're cute but also completely out of your mind. You could be the Harley to my Joker." He grinned.
Her face contorted. "That was the cringiest thing I have ever heard." She sighed. "Look, if I agree to be your girlfriend, will you let Yoongi and his dad go? They won't say anything, I'll make them swear on it. Just, please don't hurt them."
He paused for a minute and thought about it. "You like making deals with the devil, don't you?"
"Just answer the question." She snapped.
"I'll think about it. But Yoongi might spill and tell everyone about me."
"No one will believe him. Everyone thinks that the beast is some middle aged man who has no friends and watches hentai all day and night."
He looked at her and nodded. "You're right. But that doesn't mean I'll let them go so easily."
Once again, silence between them. Jungkook was on his phone, probably texting Jimin and his other minions. Belle's arms and legs were starting to fall asleep and she needed to take her mind off of her uncomfortable state.
Just then, it hit her. She was actually stuck in her childhood home with a serial killer but the question is, how did he do it? How did he kill all those people and how did he kill in '97 if he was born in that same year? Unless he's a time traveller, it was impossible for him to be the actual beast of Morgana.
"How did you do it?" she suddenly asked. His dark brown eyes found their way to her face.
He stayed quiet for a few seconds and really took in just how beautiful Belle was. Her soft features; big eyes, small face, plump lips and radiant brown skin and her coily hair up in a tight ponytail. Her beauty had him in a daze.
"Jungkook?"
"What?" he snapped.
"I asked you a question? I'd like for you to answer it, please." She sternly spoke.
"Oh, right. I can't tell you that. The only thing I can tell you is that you should never piss my uncle off." He said.
Belle was left with even more questions than before. Where did the uncle fit into all of this madness and why was she still tied to the chair??
"This house is kind of nice. Your mom was a fool to leave it but since you're here, I figured we can live together." He announced. "You could be my doll, forever."
Belle shivered and scrunched her nose in disgust. "Why does everything you say sound so disgusting? We can't live here forever. Someone will eventually notice that something is wrong when they don't see my mother around and come find me."
He rubbed his chin and thought for a while. "Maybe you're right. We need to head back to the house in the woods. It's safer for all of us there."
"Are you really that delusional or what?"
"Are you really insulting me?" he eyed her intently.
"No," she said. "I am simply questioning your sanity. The police are going to hunt you down, you know?"
Belle was certain that her nightmare would be over once the police found out and that things would go back to normal.
"Have you seen or heard from the police ever since we got here?" Jungkook asked with humour in his eyes. "All of them are long gone."
"You see, there's not just one beast. Oh no, there's a few of us and we're all working together to wipe out those who did me and my family wrong." He continued.
The psychopath in Jungkook was starting to show, his true form was slowly getting revealed to her and the more layers were peeled back, the more Belle realised just what she was dealing with.
"Are you trying to tell me that you wiped out the entire Morgana police force?" she yelled out.
"Well, not all of them." Jungkook shrugged, "They were getting in the way so I had to eliminate them one by one. Some got lucky but most of them got what they deserved."
Belle's eyes grew wide. "Are you out of your mind?!" she struggled to try and free herself from her bound state. "Those were innocent civilians who had families! They had children, Jungkook!"
Belle was frantic she continued to yell at Jungkook who was too calm. So calm in fact that it scared Belle. She calmed down and went silent as Jungkook just looked at her.
After what felt like a lifetime, he finally said something. "You know I told you I won't hesitate to snap your little neck in half, but because I have a soft spot for you, I'll let your little tantrums slide. Also, those police officers deserved everything they got."
"What do you mean? Why?" Belle asked.
He didn't answer.
"Why do you keep avoiding my questions? I need answers, Jungkook. Why do you kill people? How is your family involved in this and where the hell does Yoongi's dad fit in all of this?"
"Oh, your little boyfriend's dad. Yeah, he needed some extra money and I said I'd give it to him in return for a few favors." He replied. "As for your other questions, I can't answer them. Nor will I ever."
"Why?" she countered.
"I don't trust you yet. See, you need to devote yourself to me, body and soul. Then maybe I'll trust you enough." He said.
"You're sick."
"Only for you." He winked before stepping closer to her. "I am going to untie you, now. If you try anything, I'll kill you."
He was nonchalant about everything. Belle knew there was no lie in what he said so she nodded and stayed quiet as he worked on freeing her.
His phone rang and he quickly answered it.
"What do you want, Namjoon? I'm busy."
He went back and forth with the person who called him, directing orders to him and ended the call a few minutes later.
"We're leaving. I have some things to take care of. Take some clothes with you in a duffle bag. We might be gone for a while." He said.
