"This is just a warning, next time, I'll demonstrate a practical example of how far I can go to hurt you. Don't want that happening now, sweetheart, do you?"
From wanting to make him bleed with pain to wanting to make him writhe with pleasure, desti...
A cold glint settled in his eyes, his lips stretched with a wicked smile, aware of the effect he had on the boy, oh, the surge of satisfaction it spurred through his veins was incomparable.
"Do you know why I love giving you pain?"
His deep, dark eyes captured Jungkook's trembling frame in a stare, head slanting to a side as the wicked smile rumbled into a taunting chuckle.
Jungkook had had enough of practical examples to know that the man didn't like to be kept waiting. So, he summoned up the will to answer without wasting a second.
"No. I - I don't know."
A cheeky giggle, the depths of an ocean rang within the silent room, sending a quivering chill up Jungkook's spine, he knew it was never a good sign when his tormenter giggled more often.
"Because, you look such a fucking beautiful piece of art with tear trails and blood stains, darling. "
Because, it always warned of impending pain, brought torturous hours of wretched agony.
Fear gripped Jungkook in a tight hold, deathly cold, freezing his breaths, his meek self coiled into the bed frame, hiding within himself, seeking shelter from the dusky gaze of the man, as if wanting to just soak himself into the metal of it, as if it could offer safety from the tanned hands that loved to carve bloody patterns on his unblemished skin.
"Please -,"
"Please what, baby?"
There was a ring of concern in Taehyung's voice, a soft flicker in his eyes as he leaned closer, his breath hot, his eyes warm; thawing the icey clutches of panic in Jungkook's cold, fear struck skin, but he knew better than to find refuge in it.
He had had enough practical examples by now.
"P-please I- I don-don't wann' do this any more."
His implore seemed to fuel the demons Taehyung harboured, seemed to make him feel powerful, seemed so melodiously beautiful to his ears that his tan fingers brushed the side of Jungkook's cheek, tucking unkept strands of hair behind his ear with such delicacy as if Jungkook were a porcelain doll, would break with the smallest of pressures.
"I promise I wont hurt you-,"
The deep was his voice, the soothing it offered yet it pierced an anxious shudder across Jungkook, he shouldn't have trusted him with a look so innocent, as he peeked up at the male with hopeful eyes while the male finished his sentence with a gleam in his own.
"Much!"
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