Mafia Fate | Jeon Jungkook x OC ✔️

Chapter 3

⚠️ Trigger Warning! Minor Violence

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Yeri's POV

I didn't know how much time had passed since he had left me there. My wrists were beginning to hurt and so did my ankles.

My neck was even worse and if the parus hadn't been chained to the wall, my neck would have broken under the pressure of it. My stomach was empty and my throat felt dry.

I just stood there strapped to the wall, not knowing what I was going to do and how I was going to escape. I wasn't even aware of where I was.

I kept cursing Jungkook again and again. I didn't even want to speak his name but cursing in between made it worth speaking and getting my tongue dirty.

Since I couldn't sleep, I just stood there. If someone looked at me right now, they would laugh at my condition.

Frustration was slowly starting to build inside me. I didn't want to spend the rest of my life strapped to a cold, hard wall. I had to get out. Fast.

There were many possibilities and ways of escaping through the metal door, only if I wasn't chained to the wall. But I was not going to give up. There had to be a way to get the chains open.

I could handle the locks in the door easily, but the chains and the way they were tied was a hindrance.

Yet, I thought of every possible option and way to do something. I looked around as much as my eyes would let me. And I kept looking around, observing every inch of the concrete room with the heavy metal door and the light bulb.

I trailed my eyes as far to the sides as was possible. I took every dark corner and nook of the room that was illuminated only a little by the light bulb.

I couldn't even get a glimpse of the ceiling. Maybe there was a way through there. If only I could move my neck a little, I'd get a glimpse of the ceiling.

Maybe that would be my way out. If only the parus in my neck wasn't attached to the wall....

Finally, having had enough of the grey walls, I closed my eyes and thought about life. My mind suddenly went to one thing he had said.

Time will tell all.

What was he going to do to me? Or what was it that he wanted me to do?

These questions arose in my mind and made me uneasy; even more than being inside the room was.

I wanted to know his intentions and find out what he wanted. And I knew whatever it was that he wanted to do to me or for me to do, it wasn't good.

Because Jeon Jungkook never ever did so much as move one damn muscle of his to get someone like me into his captivity until he had good reason to do so.

But as much as I wanted to know the answer to the questions in mind, I wanted more to run away. I wasn't the type of person to run away from things in life. I always faced them. But this particular situation left me no choice.

I never wanted this life. I ran away from it once, and I'd run away from it again and then again and again until not even traces of it were left behind.

This wasn't who I was.

And either I'd escape and run away from that bastard, or I would become one with the wall. In any case, I would never give that man what he wanted.

He decided to choose this life himself. As for me, I didn't want it. And I'd make it clear to him the next time that smug face of his showed up.

As if he had heard my thoughts, I heard the locks open and then he stepped inside and closed the door behind him.

But this time he didn't lock it. Maybe that was my chance. If only I could get the chains to open somehow.

"Don't even think of running away. Even if you make it out of this room my men are everywhere. You can't take on all of them. One against some few hundred men is too much of a challenge even for you, Kim Yeri," he warned.

He had a gun in his hand and was looking at it as if it was the most precious thing in the whole world; and maybe for him it was.

"Don't speak my name from your dirty mouth, you fucking asshole."

He smirked and continued looking downwards at the gun.

"You know I can put all of these fucking bullets inside your body before you can blink your eye so shut that big mouth of yours. I advise you to behave."

"And what if I don't? What would you then? These bullets are of no use to you. You need me, am I correct? I wouldn't be of much help to you dead," I retorted; my tongue inside my cheek.

"Princess Kim, the bullets aren't to kill you. You're correct, I want you alive but I never said you had to be standing up on your two feet for that."

"Jungkook, why don't you understand I'm not scared of you? I'm not scared of the threats that you give to me. I'm not scared of being strapped to this wall. Kill me for all I care. Throw me to the wolves. I don't give a single damn fuck. I'm not going to do what's running into your mind."

"Oh, time will tell. You will do just as I say and just as I want. No more. No less. You think you can run away from this life? You're wrong, Kim. You're so, so wrong. I always thought you were a clever person but I see you haven't been gifted with everything, after all."

"No, you're wrong, Jeon fucking Jungkook. You chose this life for yourself. You could've said no but you gave in too easily. I'm not like you. I left this life a long time ago. I have nothing to do with it. Do to me anything you want. I can withstand pain, hurt, shame, guilt, hatred, fear - all - but I can never withstand this life."

He chuckled.

"You will do as I please."

I rolled my eyes at him. When he saw that, he advanced towards me. I closed my eyes, not wanting to look at the emotionless face that I hated more than anything in the whole world.

He hovered over me and grabbed my thigh, pressing it harshly. I could withstand much more than that.

"Open your eyes when I'm speaking to you," he said in my face.

No response.

"I said open your fucking eyes."

But I still didn't.

In the next instant I heard a gunshot and then a sudden pain shot in my right thigh where he had gripped it on the side.

On instinct my eyes opened as I felt hot liquid streaming down my thigh.

"See, Princess," he said, caressing my cheek with the tip of the gun he had used to shoot my thigh, "I told you I'm going to have my way with you."

And then he left.