Possesion

The Power Play

Seokjin’s facade of gentle affection began to wear thin as his obsession took a darker, more aggressive turn. Taehyung’s compliant behavior had only been a temporary balm for Seokjin’s volatile emotions. The constant need to maintain control and possess Taehyung entirely consumed him, driving him to more extreme measures.

Seokjin had already taken away Taehyung’s physical freedom, but now he sought to isolate him completely from the outside world. The windows of the secluded house were reinforced, and the only connection to the outside was through Seokjin himself. No phone calls, no internet access—Taehyung was cut off from everything and everyone he had ever known.

Days turned into weeks, and the isolation began to weigh heavily on Taehyung. The walls of the house seemed to close in on him, each day blending into the next. Seokjin was always there, his presence a constant reminder of Taehyung’s captivity. The once-vibrant student now found himself trapped in a cycle of fear and helplessness.

Seokjin’s methods of control grew increasingly manipulative. He would alternate between moments of tenderness and brutal psychological warfare, breaking down Taehyung’s resistance bit by bit. One evening, as they sat in the dimly lit living room, Seokjin’s demeanor shifted from loving to sinister.

“Taehyung,” Seokjin began, his voice low and cold. “Do you know why you’re here?”

Taehyung looked at him, fear evident in his eyes. “Because you won’t let me go,” he replied, his voice barely a whisper.

Seokjin shook his head, a cruel smile curling on his lips. “No, baby boy. You’re here because you need me. You can’t survive without me.”

Taehyung’s heart pounded in his chest. “That’s not true. I don’t need you. I want to be free.”

Seokjin’s eyes darkened, and he leaned closer, his voice a harsh whisper. “You think you can escape? You think anyone out there cares about you? They’ve forgotten you, Taehyung. I’m the only one who loves you.”

Tears welled up in Taehyung’s eyes as Seokjin’s words pierced through his defenses. He wanted to believe that his friends and family were looking for him, that they hadn’t given up. But the constant isolation and Seokjin’s relentless manipulation were eroding his hope.

Seokjin reached out, gripping Taehyung’s chin firmly. “Look at me,” he commanded. “You’re mine, Taehyung. No one else can have you. And you’ll learn to accept that.”

Taehyung tried to pull away, but Seokjin’s hold was unyielding. The fear and desperation in Taehyung’s eyes only fueled Seokjin’s twisted sense of power. He relished in the control he had over Taehyung, the way he could bend him to his will.

In the days that followed, Seokjin intensified his efforts to break Taehyung’s spirit. He deprived him of sleep, bombarding him with constant reminders of his dependence on Seokjin. Each time Taehyung showed signs of resistance, Seokjin would punish him with cold detachment, refusing him the small comforts he had grown accustomed to.

The psychological torment left Taehyung emotionally and mentally drained. Seokjin’s presence loomed over him like a dark cloud, suffocating any semblance of hope. Taehyung’s world had shrunk to the confines of the house and the whims of his captor.

One evening, as Taehyung lay on the bed, exhausted and broken, Seokjin approached him with a twisted sense of satisfaction. He climbed onto the bed, pulling Taehyung into his arms. “You’re starting to understand, aren’t you, baby boy?” Seokjin whispered, kissing Taehyung’s temple. “You need me. You belong to me.”

Taehyung’s body stiffened at the touch, but he lacked the strength to resist. Seokjin’s manipulation had eroded his willpower, leaving him in a state of fearful submission. “Yes, Seokjin,” he murmured, his voice devoid of emotion.

Seokjin’s grip tightened, a dark triumph in his eyes. “Good. The sooner you accept it, the better it will be for both of us.”

As Seokjin held him, Taehyung’s mind raced. Despite the relentless psychological assault, a small, stubborn spark of defiance remained within him. He knew he had to keep that spark alive, to resist the complete surrender Seokjin demanded. It was the only way he could hope to survive and one day, maybe even escape.