Tortured Love [TK]

prologue

**Content Warning:**

- This story is a Taekook fanfiction (taekookff) featuring top Tae (Taehyung) and bottom Kook (Jungkook).

- It contains themes of yandere behavior, obsessive and possessive relationships, and toxicity.

- The story includes abusive content and depicts a highly dysfunctional relationship.

- It explores a fictional scenario involving kidnapping and power dynamics

- This is a work of fanfiction (ff), based on fictional characters and scenarios unrelated to real-life events.

- All character names, descriptions, and actions are purely for entertainment purposes and do not reflect real individuals or events.

- Respect for privacy: Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and unintended.

- Reader discretion is advised due to sensitive content. If these themes are triggering or uncomfortable for you, please consider avoiding this story.

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I woke up with such a headache that I felt my body was aching as if someone had tied me in the same position for hours. I somehow managed to open my eyes, and my heart stopped-where the hell am I? This isn't my room. I felt scared. I remember very well that last night I went to sleep soundlessly. When did this happen? Was I kidnapped? If so, why? I don't remember getting into any trouble. When did they bring me here? I remember sleeping on my bed last night.

I was deep in thought when I felt a light on my face from a door creaking. I looked over and saw a tall, well-built man. As I saw him, I shouted, "Who the fuck are you?"

As I shouted with all the energy left in my body, suddenly he slapped me harshly. Tears started building up in my eyes. I closed my eyes and then looked around to see who was there and where I was.

I looked around very carefully. I was surrounded by very built men who had pistols in their hands. They all looked scary. My eyes were filled with fear as I looked at the man who had slapped me. Before I could ask him any questions, he gripped my chin harshly and forced me to meet his eyes. He towered over me; he must be at least 6'2", muscular, and his jawline was sharp enough to cut glass. His eyes showed anger, lust, and desire. He smirked at me. I stared at him and asked how he was and why I was there. He bent down to my ear and whispered in a very husky voice, "Your future husband, baby boy."

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