✿ Jennie is in a muddy situation which she can't escape. She figures there's no way out of her situation, Therefore she accepts it. Until a mysterious man changes her life forever, she's scared and confused. Jennie isn't ready for this life But he w...
The next day, Jennie was informed that she would be having dinner with Taehyung. The prospect of talking to him stirred a mix of apprehension and anxious anticipation. The fear that had initially gripped her was somewhat lessened by the fact that she now felt more secure in her surroundings and the kindness she had received from Rose and Jisoo.
She was given a stunning dress for the occasion—elegant and sophisticated, perfectly tailored to accentuate her delicate features. As she stood before the mirror, the dress clinging gracefully to her frame, she tried to muster some semblance of excitement. Yet, her enthusiasm waned as her gaze drifted to her exposed arms. The reflection revealed a stark contrast between the dress's beauty and the bruises that marred her skin. Her once-pristine arms and legs were now a canvas of discolored marks, reminders of past abuse. Her thin, fragile build only added to her insecurity, making her feel inadequate and exposed.
Rose noticed Jennie’s sudden change in demeanor and asked with concern, "Is something wrong? Do you not like the dress?"
Jennie quickly shook her head, trying to mask her unease. "No, it’s beautiful," she said softly, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness. "It’s just… my arms and legs… they’re bruised and weak. I feel… I don’t know. I just don’t feel like I look good."
Rose’s face softened with empathy as she stepped closer, placing a comforting hand on Jennie's shoulder. "Jennie, you look stunning," Rose reassured her. "Those bruises don’t define you. They’re just marks from a terrible past, but they don’t take away from your beauty."
Jennie’s eyes welled up slightly, but she managed a small, grateful smile. Rose’s words were a balm to her wounded self-esteem, though the shadows of her past still loomed large in her mind. Despite the reassurance, Jennie couldn't help but feel self-conscious, fearing that her imperfections might overshadow the evening.
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Taehyung was waiting by the car, a cigarette between his fingers, exhaling wisps of smoke into the evening air.
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As Jennie approached, he greeted her with a warm smile. However, his smile faded when he noticed the bruises on her legs and arms, the stark evidence of her past suffering. His heart sank, and a wave of guilt washed over him. The sight of her marred skin fueled his resolve; he would find James and make him pay. He envisioned the torture in vivid detail—days of relentless pain, each scream a symphony of retribution. Taehyung imagined tying James to a chair, inflicting precise, calculated wounds, making him beg for mercy that would never come. He would break every bone methodically, savoring each crack, each cry. He would carve into James's flesh, ensuring every second was a torment, a penance for every bruise on Jennie’s delicate skin.
