ANGEL MASK

Part 11

You don't know how long you've been in here. Days, probably weeks. You just knew you missed your baby daughter dearly.

When you arrived at your new "home", Yoongi made it known that you were forbidden from seeing her. You were locked in a decent room, with bars at the windows, and got meals three times a day. It wasn't exactly something someone would call torture, but to you, it was just that.

Yoongi knew exactly how to punish you and where it hurt the most.

He would arrive everyday, taking you in his arms while you sat on his lap and he'd whisper in your ear, "Are you my good girl or are you still a brat?" You immediately would get away from his touch, his words angering you. He would talk to you like a child and you hated it.

You would spat at his feet, making him shut his eyes in irritation. He would leave then, sometimes saying that Myunghee missed her mother. He loved to play with you, with your head and your heart, bringing up the death of Nayeon and soon Jinyoung's - that it was just a matter of time before he was found.

There was no crying anymore. You did enough of that in the beginning. It only took you a few losses and being away from Myunghee for you to become almost cold and detached from the world, but you couldn't leave, not all of you. Yoongi wanted you to be good and for your babygirl you would, she was the only exception, and your only will to live.

And so you started to be that sweet little innocent wife of his that he so miserably missed. You would allow him to coddle you, kiss you, make 'love' to you, and do the many things he wanted, but when you would mention your daughter, he would quickly shush you, placing his pointer finger at your lips.

You were getting desperate and that was your mistake.

You didn't know what overcame you when you screeched, wrapping your hands around his neck, compressing as hard as the strength in your body allowed you to. But the desperation and anger inside you blinded you enough to not understand the consequences of your mistakes.

He was much stronger and faster, quickly slamming your body into the mattress. "Let me see her Yoongi! Give me my baby!" You cried, fighting against the tight grip on your wrists. There was lust and anger in his hooded eyes, "You'll see her once you start to behave. You'll only scare her in this state." He cooed, watching with humour your useless squirming.

"You were doing so well baby." He hummed, lips at your neck, pecking gently at the skin, "You see how I treat you? So perfect, and you want to choke me to death." He scoffed.

"Fuck you, you deserve much worse you piece of shit. She's my daughter and you can't just take her away, let me see her!" You grunted, still squirming in his hold. He didn't like that and fisted the hair at the back of your head. "Sorry sweetheart, I can't do that." He shook his head. His tone was innocent unlike his actions. "I can tell you something though; Don't add more fuel to the fire Y/n. Stop this nonsense fighting, it does you no good and it certainly gives me a headache. There's no point in you fighting this. You have no one, you're alone, your friends are dead, I made sure of that, fighting is useless, when will you learn huh?" He questioned, his hold still tight.

"I'll never stop." You said, "You're a monster and I damn the day you came into my life. You're a sick man who's all alone, that the only love he's ever known is a manipulative one - one where that love was built on lies and blood. You deserve to burn in hell Yoongi."

Yoongi chuckled and shrugged, "Perhaps, but here's a little something for you; you keep fighting and you keep denying our love, I'll put a bullet right here -" his thumb gently massaged the center of your forehead. "- in your little head and then Myunghee's and then... and then I'll kill myself."

His message was clear. He would rather see you dead than not have you and his daughter by his side.

You thought the tears were gone, but you were wrong. They came out of you like a waterfall, falling out of your eyes and onto the bed sheets
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"Don't cry, baby," he whispered, looking concerned, but you knew better. His lips met the crown of your head.

"It's your decision. Should we stay or should we go?"