Hello......
This is my first ever ff, English is not my native language at all so if you find any kind of grammatical or spelling mistake then avoid it.
This story contains.
* manipulation.
* male dominance.
* violence.
* sexual assault 🔞
* trigger...
The room was dimly lit, its corners shrouded in darkness that seemed to breathe with the oppressive weight of silence. The only light came from a single flickering bulb hanging precariously above, casting long shadows that danced across the walls. In the center of the room, a man was bound tightly to a wooden chair. His face was a canvas of agony-bruises of varying ages marred his skin, a grotesque mosaic of past and present suffering. Fresh blood oozed from his wounds, trickling down and mingling with the older stains.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
The sound of footsteps, deliberate and measured, cut through the heavy silence. Each step resonated with authority and purpose, growing louder until they reached the entrance. The man's head, drooping with exhaustion and pain, slowly lifted. His blurred vision cleared just enough to discern the imposing figure that now loomed before him.
The new arrival was a broad-shouldered man, his presence commanding and intimidating. Clad in a dark suit that accentuated his powerful build, he exuded an air of dominance. Without a word, he took a seat on a lavishly ornate chair that one might expect to find in a throne room rather than a dank, grimy cell. His posture was relaxed yet resolute.
The bruised man, barely able to speak through the pain, asked in a raspy voice.
Ken:Wh.who are you, and wh..y are you tor...turing me?.
The figure in the chair leaned forward, his expression inscrutable. His eyes, sharp and calculating, locked onto the tortured man. The silence that followed seemed to stretch on forever, each second thick with tension.
Jungkook: You seem stupid asking this.
Jungkook spoke his voice was deep and intimidating, dripping with disdain.
Desperation seeped into the bruised man's voice as he continued to plead.
Ken:What have I done to you? Why are you doing this to me? I don't want to die. Please let me go. I beg you.
Jungkook leaned forward, a mocking smile playing on his lips. He whispered cruelly.
Jungkook: You should have thought before you touched what belongs to me.
His words were a chilling confirmation of the severity of the situation, the weight of his declaration sealing the fate of the Ken.
Ken: what!, but.. I..I. NO you are mist..mistaking me, I..I, I have never met you before, so how can I get a hold of anything of yours?, you are.... Ahhhaaa..
Ken blut out impatiently hoping he must be mistaking him as someone his pleas grew more frantic but before he could finish his words a hard punch landed on his jwa.
The force of the blow caused the chair to topple, sending ken crashing to the floor with a painful thud.
Jungkook's laughter echoed ominously as he watched his captive's weakened form sprawled out.
