The Inherited Slave/ Kim Taehyung Fanfiction.

3. Web of Deception.

Y/N cautiously entered Ji-Ah's room, her eyes darting nervously around the cluttered space as she set about her task of tidying up. Ji-Ah sat at her vanity, engrossed in the meticulous process of applying her makeup, her delicate features illuminated by the soft glow of the vanity mirror. Y/N couldn't help but steal furtive glances at the array of colorful cosmetics laid out before Ji-Ah, her heart yearning for a taste of the beauty and glamour that seemed to elude her at every turn.

Unbeknownst to Y/N, Ji-Ah's keen gaze followed her every move, a sly smirk playing on her lips as she watched the younger girl's longing glances. Sensing an opportunity to assert her dominance, Ji-Ah decided to toy with Y/N's desires, luring her into a trap of false kindness.

"Y/N," Ji-Ah cooed, her voice dripping with honeyed sweetness as she motioned for the girl to approach. "Would you like to try some makeup? I think this lipstick would complement your complexion beautifully."

Y/N's heart leaped with excitement at the offer, her eyes lighting up with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. Tentatively, she edged closer to Ji-Ah, her hands trembling with nervous anticipation as she awaited the transformative touch of the lipstick.

Y/N stood frozen in place as Ji-Ah approached, her heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. Ji-Ah's delicate fingers closed around her chin with a surprisingly firm grip, holding her in place as she began to apply the lipstick.

But instead of the gentle touch Y/N had anticipated, Ji-Ah's movements were rough and forceful, the lipstick dragging painfully across her lips in a haphazard manner. Y/N winced as the sharp edges of the lipstick dug into her skin, leaving behind streaks of vibrant red that contrasted starkly against her pale complexion.

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she struggled to endure the onslaught, her chin held captive in Ji-Ah's unforgiving grasp. Each stroke of the lipstick felt like a punishment, a reminder of her own vulnerability in the face of her cousin's cruelty.

As Ji-Ah stepped back to admire her handiwork, a cruel smirk played across her lips, her eyes alight with malicious amusement. Y/N's chin throbbed with pain as she fought to maintain her composure, her spirit crushed beneath the weight of Ji-Ah's relentless torment.

With a final flourish, Ji-Ah released her grip on Y/N's chin, leaving her to face the cruel reality of her humiliation alone. As she fled from the room, the echoes of Ji-Ah's laughter followed her, a constant reminder of the cruelty that lurked within the walls of her own home.

Heart pounding and cheeks flushed with embarrassment, Y/N fled from the room, the sound of Ji-Ah's laughter echoing in her ears as she sought refuge from the cruel mockery of her cousin's games.

Y/N stumbled out of Ji-Ah's room, her cheeks stained with tears and her heart heavy with despair. With trembling hands, she reached for a tissue and began to scrub furiously at her lips, desperate to rid herself of the dark pigment that served as a cruel reminder of her cousin's cruelty.

Each swipe of the tissue felt like a futile attempt to erase the pain that had been inflicted upon her, the harsh reality of her humiliation searing through her like a hot knife. Her sobs echoed through the empty hallway, a poignant soundtrack to the agony that consumed her soul.

As she gazed into the mirror, Y/N saw not the reflection of a young girl, but a broken and defeated soul staring back at her. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying, her cheeks streaked with mascara and her lips stained with the remnants of Ji-Ah's cruel prank.