"Leave her" I said. He raised his brow at my words and I understood what he wanted.
"Please..." I begged and a smug grin erupted on his lips. He took my chin between his fingers while tracing his thumb over my face.
"Don't beg, sweetheart. Just sign...
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"I want her," Jungkook uttered, his voice a dangerous whisper. He turned to face Jimin and spoke again.
"I want her here by the time the first rays of sunshine fall into my room, am I clear?"
"Okay, boss," Jimin replied, and with a gesture from Jungkook, he stood up to leave. He bowed respectfully and exited the bedroom while Jungkook kept staring nowhere in the room.
His mind already planning the kind of torture he will subject Y/n to, and a dark chuckle escaped his lips "It will be a slow one, until you speak out the truth. And then I'd tear you apart into many pieces."
• Next Morning •
Y/n looked around herself, taking in the sight of a small room where all the women were kept. Silent tears rolled out of her eyes. She was sold as a sex slave.
She couldn't believe that her own mother sold her for some money. Y/n refused to become a prostitute, so she did this to her.
Most of the girls were frightened but few of them looked calm as if it wasn't a big thing to them getting traded like sheep.
Y/n took a deep breath to calm herself, but she again broke into cries hearing the young girls crying their heart out.
They were so young; how would they handle the torture they'll be subjected to? She wondered what their fault was to deserve this.
No one deserves this, no matter what!
People say that slavery has been abolished but they don't acknowledge that it is still in practice with a new name of Human trafficking.
It is modern day slavery.
Just then a bunch of men entered inside the room and everyone went quiet. They knew that upsetting them may cost their lives.
Y/n's heart was thumping crazily in anticipation. She never wanted to be a sex toy, but this is where the fate has brought her.
She could still hear the mocking taunts of her step-sister and other prostitutes in her ears. head was about to burst while sweat beads started forming on her forehead.
Lost in thought, Y/n oblivious to her surroundings. The women had all been escorted away, and it wasn't until a voice whispered in her ear that she took notice.
"What's on your mind, dollface?"
The words came from behind, startling her into action. Y/n rose swiftly and turned around to identify the speaker.
It was Jimin.
"Caught off guard, are we?" he said with a smirk, advancing towards her deliberately.
She took a step back and he chuckled. He shook his head and said, "Are you scared? Don't worry, I won't eat you unless you ask me to"
Her breath hitched at his words. She was now alone with him in the room and it was all pitch dark. What if he crossed his lines? Or what if he killed her?
Her mind started thinking of every bad thing which can happen at this moment. But then she felt her hand getting pulled.
"Come with me, sweetie.."
Jimin then dragged her out of the room with him into his car and shut the door before pushing her on the passenger seat beside him.
"W-where are you taking me?" Y/n asked when Jimin settled himself in the driver's seat. He started the engine, accelerated the car, and rested one hand on the steering wheel.
"Good girls don't talk, dollface." He shut her mouth completely with that one sentence. There was a vivid dominance in his voice, as if he hated being questioned.
Jimin fixated his eyes on the road before giving her one last glare, silently warning her that her questions might get her into troubles, and she'd face dire consequences.
After a ride of about 20 minutes, they reached at a mansion. However, Y/n was completely oblivious to her surroundings as she kept her gaze low throughout the ride. She kept looking at her intertwined hands resting on her lap.
She was mentally bracing herself for what she has to suffer, a lone tear escaped her eye, but she wiped it quickly. Jimin climbed down the car and shut the door with a thud, and she flinched. He came to her side and grabbed her by her arm, basically dragging her out.
"If you want to be alive, don't try to escape. And one more thing, don't use your pretty brain. Just do as you are told to." Y/n nodded to his words hesitantly and a smug grin displays on his lips as he escorted her into the mansion.
"You are sold to him dollface, he will be your master."
Sold to him.
Her heart shattered as she recalled the way her mother didn't hesitate to objectify her as a mere sex object. Is it the only thing a girl is made for? To please these lusty men? Is this what written in her fate?
I'll embrace death before it happens.
Y/n thought before getting pushed inside the room as Jimin placed his gun at her back. She gulped as the metal was pressed on the thin fabric she wore, sending shivers down her spine.
The room was empty, she thought so until she paid attention to the sound of shower. She was trembling as Jimin pushed his gun more into her back and a whisper sounded in her ear.
"My hands are itching to pull this damn trigger."
"Please, do it." Y/n said and he raised his brow in amusement. He never expected this from her. Looking at her, he can tell that she is naive, innocent and a weak girl. But her willingness to die managed to stir up something within him.
He was intrigued.
The click sound of bathroom door opening, echoed in the whole room as everything became seriously calm and silent. She lifted her gaze up to meet a pair of siren eyes boring holes into her body.
"Leave" Jungkook gestured to Jimin and he left the room, adhering to his boss' order.
Jungkook stared at her from head to toe, and then approached her with slow steps. She suddenly felt so conscious and disgusted by herself.
"What the fuck you are wearing?" He stopped right in front of her as he glared at her sharply. She was still in her white nightgown and its fabric was really thin.
Y/n recalled how Aera, her stepsister dragged her out of the bed when she was sleeping. She could still feel her harsh grip on her arms when she and her mother practically stuffed her into the van like a commodity.
The marks were still there, on the heart too.
He rolled his eyes when he saw Y/n zoning out, he turned his eyes away from her and picked up his overcoat lying on the bed. She was brought back from trance when his hand extended toward her.
She looked up surprised. His gaze was indifferent and cold, but she noticed how his jaws clenched. No one spoke, neither she nor him. It felt like the eyes are conversing in that eerie silence.
Y/n took the overcoat from him and wore it quickly as she felt a different sort of relief. "Thank you" That's all she could say but there was no response from his side.
Jungkook could only remember the humiliation she made him feel last evening. He wasn't ready to let it go. He couldn't...
He was a fucking gangster, and he won't let anyone hurt his fucking pride.
"That slap! That was memorable, I can't get you out of my mind"
