"𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍"

NOT EVEN A REASON??

My heart was pounding quickly. As I was sweating profusely. His chest rubbed against my back. The knife crept closer, causing a shudder. I can feel his hot breath causing my neck to sweat. His hands was securely wrapped around my throat.

The other hand was holding the knife at my neck. I noticed the knife shining in the light.
Oh, screw it. I cursed myself, I was the one who picked my death weapon. As I swallowed crap out of dread.

Oh! God, please save me from this devil. I prayed for him when I heard the devil's words.
So, what's the deal? Why are you willing to starve to death for me? His voice was calm but menacing. Have you ever heard that the water was silent before a Tsunami? But I don't want that to happen right now.

If not, isn't he furious or something? I freaking attempted to assault him. Ah! He's such a psyco. But feeling his black orbs on my body made horror run through my veins.

I don't enjoy being locked. I spoke hesitantly. As I heard him chuckle.

Then what's the point of marrying you? To treat you like a princess? He spat out, making me flinch as I swallowed every hateful word he yelled.

But you cannot lock me up. I spoke up bravely, but I was happy that he wasn't talking about what I had done before. So what am I going to say? Trying to terrify him with this small knife? He is a demon what will a knife even do for him.

Oh! Darling I can and I will. He whispered in my ear as it made me furious. And I was about to throw a big tantrum but I heard his deadly voice.

Enough! Let's get genuine. Shall we? His voice changed His voice instantly became frightening, like if I were in a dreadful thriller film, yet it was making me shudder to the core, and my lips began to shake.

As I struggled to control it. The knife was near my neck's edge. I gulped a dry lump with horror, knowing that this is my dying day. As a single tear fell down my chin. Knowing that I can do anything to prevent it.

Can you describe what you did earlier? His voice was dead serious as my spirit fled my body. My heart was pounding rapidly in my chest. As I stood like a statue.

You don't have time, darling. He spoke into my ear as he brought the knife to my neck. It was literally a few meters from my neck. My throat became dry as the words closed.

I w-was try-ying to-o threaten-n y-you. I shuttered as his body was leaning on mine, making me regret my decision as he interrupted my thoughts.

Threaten? He chuckled again. Should I believe you? A criminal? An excellent lier? His words broke my heart more than anything else, and I couldn't stop tear anymore as I let them flow. He approached the knife closer to my neck. As The knife's edge almost slashed the neck. It split my flesh slightly as I gasped in pain.

Jeon-n, please let me go. My voice cracked immediately, and the agony prompted more tears. Leave you?Why?

WHY?? He roared and made me made me flinch violently. As the tears streamed down my chin. As I noticed his hold on the knife tighten.

Your tears won't help you this time. He stated it in a deep voice that sank me. I was thinking hard. For an answer. However, nothing came out. The purpose for my living? Why should I be alive? My thoughts were silent which broke my heart while I awaited my demise, And I closed my eyes, even though I have nothing to live for; why am I fighting for it?

Kill me, Jeon. I whispered to him, but I just received silence, much as my thoughts. But I heard a loud bang that made me recoil hard in his palm, forcing me to open my eyes.

He hurled the knife, which caused the flower vase to unravel. As I felt his strong grip leave my neck as he spun me, I got shivers as I noticed his black eyes.

This is your final chance. If you pull another deceit like this, I'll murder you without hesitation. His warning sent tremors down my spine. A grin appeared on his face before he stormed away fiercely.

I was inhaling heavily. My hand felt the wound he had made. It burned and itched at the same time. I felt heavy blood. My hand slowly approached my view, displaying the blood. I made my way to the shink and cleaned the blood away.

But my tears never ceased Not even a reason, ha? I headed to the room we are sharing. As I approached the stairs. I halted when I heard someone gasp. OMO! What happened to Mrs. Jeon? She stated, widening her eyes. I hesitated for a bit.

What should I say? That my own husband wanted me to die? Or On the other hand, there was no reason for my living. As those thoughts are ripping me apart. I turned aside as I tried to respond.

Ah, that was-
She interrupted the wait! Saying this, she dashed to another room across the hall. I was astonished by her acts. She returned carrying a first-aid package.

Allow me to treat you. She expressed worry. Her actions caused my heart to warm up. I smiled at her pleasantly. It's okay. I'll take care of myself. I whispered, pulling the first-aid package from her grasp. As I headed upstairs. I entered the room, hoping he was not there. I'm relieved that happened.

I went to the dressing table. I placed the first-aid kit on the table and looked at myself in the mirror. The heavy blood was pouring to my collarbone. It wasn't very huge, but it was really painful.

As I opened the box, I discovered several instruments that I might utilize. I took the tweezers and picked the cotton with them. I cleansed the blood and administered medication to the injury. And bandaged it. The entire procedure was satisfactory. But I was lost in a wave of hatred towards me.

"Isn't there a reason for my life"?

The thought was killing me. Not even a reason for my existence. Just a reason. My thoughts were interrupted by door sound.

I looked at the mirror to find jungkook entering the room. As I ignored his presence...

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