Tortured Love [TK]

TWELVE

The car's interior was suffocating, the air thick with an unspoken tension that pressed down on Jungkook like a weight. He sat rigidly beside Taehyung, his heart a caged animal beating wildly in his chest. Outside, the world was slipping into darkness, but inside, the real darkness was sitting right next to him, with his hand casually resting on Jungkook's thigh.

Taehyung's fingers moved with a lazy. possessive confidence, tracing circles that sent waves of nausea through Jungkook. Every touch was a reminder of the twisted reality he was trapped in, a stark contrast to the charming facade Taehyung had shown to the world. They had walked through the mall like any other couple, but it was all a lie-a carefully crafted act to hide the monster lurking beneath the surface.

Jungkook's mind was spinning, his thoughts racing as he clung to the one thing that might offer him a way out. His other hand clenched tightly around the object he had stolen earlier-a small, unassuming item that could be his only chance. It wasn't much, but it was something. In the hellish nightmare his life had become, anything that might shift the odds in his favor was worth the risk.

Taehyung smirked, eyes fixed on the road as if he had all the time in the world. His grip on Jungkook's thigh tightened slightly, a silent reminder of the power he held, of the control he wasn't willing to relinquish. Jungkook fought the urge to recoil, forcing himself to remain still, to keep his expression neutral despite the storm raging inside him.

The car ate up the miles, each one. bringing them closer to the mansion- closer to the place where Jungkook knew he would be completely at Taehyung's mercy. The thought made his skin crawl, but he couldn't afford to lose focus now. Not when he was so close to what might be his only chance.

As the minutes ticked by, Jungkook's anticipation grew. He knew the opportunity would be fleeting, that he would have only a second or two to act If he hesitated, if he second-guessed himself, it would all be over. He'd be back in that room, back in the nightmare, with no hope of escape.

Finally, Taehyung glanced at him, his smirk widening as if he could sense the turmoil beneath Jungkook's calm facade. "You're so quiet, love," he said, his voice

dripping with mock concern. "Thinking

about our night together?"

Jungkook forced himself to meet Taehyung's gaze, keeping his voice steady. "Just tired," he lied, hoping the darkness of the car would hide the fear

in his eyes.

Taehyung's smirk deepened, his grip tightening again, almost painfully. "Don't worry, darling," he purred. "You'll have plenty of time to rest once we're home. I'll make sure of it."

It was now or never. Jungkook's pulse roared in his ears as he made his decision. With a quick, sharp movement, he pulled out the small spray bottle he had hidden and aimed it directly at Taehyung's face. Before Taehyung could react, Jungkook pressed down on the

nozzle, unleashing a blast of pepper.

spray.

"What the fuck-?!" Taehyung shouted,

his voice laced with rage as he instinctively raised his hands to shield his burning eyes. Jungkook didn't wait to see the full effect. In the chaos, he reached for the car door, flinging it open and throwing

himself out onto the road. He hit the ground hard, pain shooting through his limbs, but he didn't stop. He couldn't. He scrambled to his feet, adrenaline overriding the pain as he began to run.

His lungs burned as he sprinted down the dark road, the night air biting at his skin. He could hear Taehyung cursing behind him, the car screeching to a halt as he fumbled to chase after him. But