Not Just An Infatuation ( COMPLETED )

chapter 66

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Taehyung sat in the dimly lit room, his back resting against the cold . His eyes, usually so bright and lively, were now dark, hollow, consumed by a twisted glint of satisfaction as he listened to the agonizing screams echoing from the room opposite his.

Sia was in pain. Her cries were raw, desperate, each one a piercing reminder of her suffering, and it was all his doing. He had instructed the female officers to punish her—no, to teach her a lesson she would never forget. The thought of any man laying a hand on her filled him with a nauseating rage. Sia was his, every inch of her skin, every breath she took, belonged to him and him alone. The very idea of another man touching her was an abomination, one he would never tolerate.

His obsession with her had grown to monstrous proportions, consuming him entirely. As he sat there, listening to her screams, his mind twisted the sound into something else, something pleasurable. It was a confirmation of his power, of his control over her. She deserved this, he thought bitterly. She had brought it on herself with her betrayal, her foolish attempt to escape him. How dare she? How could she even entertain the thought of a life without him, after everything he had done for her?

He had trusted her—no, he had loved her in his own twisted way. For six months, he had tried to show her how much she meant to him. He had given her the best of everything—luxury, gifts, care. He had worked harder for her than he had for anyone else in his life. He had never wanted anything, or anyone, the way he wanted her. She was his life, his addiction, his everything.

But she never appreciated it. She never saw his love for what it was. Instead, she schemed, she lied, she betrayed him. The anger inside him boiled, threatening to spill over, but he kept it in check. This punishment was necessary. She needed to understand that there was no escaping him. No one could ever love her the way he did. No one could ever possess her the way he did.

His mind replayed the moment he had discovered her betrayal, the cold, hard realization that she would never be his willingly. She was a hard nut to crack, but he would break her. He would make her understand that she had no one but him. He had made sure of that. He had removed every person from her life who could take her away from him. He had even killed Jungkook—*that bastard*—just to ensure she had no choice but to be with him.

Her screams grew louder, more frantic, and Taehyung’s lips curled into a cruel smile. This was the only way. She needed to feel pain, to suffer, to understand that her life was now his. She had no family, no friends, no one but him. He was her world, and she needed to accept that, or she would continue to suffer.

The sound of her cries was like a twisted lullaby to him, soothing his rage, confirming his power. She needed to know that there was no escape, no way out. This was her life now—*with him,* only him. He was her family, her captor, her lover. And she would learn to love him back, even if it killed her.

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Sia's body trembled violently with each blow that landed on her already bruised and battered skin. The pain was beyond anything she had ever imagined—sharp, relentless, searing through her like a white-hot fire. Her screams, once filled with defiance and anger, had turned into weak, pitiful whimpers. She had no strength left to resist, no willpower to fight back. All she could do was endure the excruciating torment as the officers carried out Taehyung's orders with cold precision.

Her mind, once filled with thoughts of escape, of finding a way out of this nightmare, was now a chaotic mess of pain and despair. The reality of her situation had finally sunk in, crushing her spirit under its unbearable weight. There was no escape. There never had been. Every attempt she had made, every ounce of hope she had clung to, had been nothing but a cruel illusion. Taehyung was everywhere, inescapable, all-powerful. He had taken everything from her—her freedom, her will, her very identity. And now, he was taking the last thing she had left: her hope.