Y/N's life has always been ordinary, but the shadows that lurk in the corners of her world tell a different story. A predator hidden behind a mask-ruthless, dangerous, and utterly consumed by a twisted desire. He doesn't just want to possess Y/N; he...
And he loved it-loved seeing the power he held over her, loved watching her crumble under the weight of his obsession.
His hand slid down her body, fingers trailing over the curve of her hip with a possessiveness that made her want to scream. But she bit her lip, choking back the sound, knowing that any noise could trigger something worse, something more dangerous.
"Don't fight it," he repeated, his voice almost soothing now, as if he was trying to comfort her while he dragged her deeper into his twisted world. "The more you resist, the harder it will be. Just give in, Y/N. Give in to me."
"You sick bastard..." She felt her resolve cracking, the fear and despair eating away at her like acid.
How long could she hold out against him? How long before he broke her completely, before she became the thing he wanted her to be?
But she won't let him... She can't.
He let out a dark laugh at her insult. Jungkook finally moved away, releasing Y/N from his suffocating hold. And he surveyed the entire room. His eyes never left her; Y/N was still by the door, breathing heavily, trembling with fear.
He casually sat down on the edge of her bed, spreading his legs wide open.
The tension in the room was palpable, and her eyes unwillingly flickered downwards, where his erection was painfully obvious beneath his clothes. The sight made her stomach turn, a mix of disgust and fear swirling inside her.
There was a sudden knock on the door, and Y/N's heart leapt into her throat.
"Hey, Y/N. I forgot to wish you good night. I hope you're not mad at me."
Jungkook's eyes immediately sharpened, narrowing into a dangerous glare that silently warned her. She knew the threat was real, that any wrong word could end in disaster.
Y/N forced herself to take a deep breath, trying to steady her voice. "I'm about to go to sleep, I wish you a good night, Amy," she called out, praying that the tremor in her voice wasn't noticeable.
There was a brief pause, and Y/N's heart pounded in the silence. Then, she heard Amy muffled voice from behind the door. "Okay, Y/N. Goodnight."
The sound of footsteps retreating down the hallway was like a death knell. Any hope Y/N had harbored that Amy might sense something wrong and come in to check was crushed under the weight of reality. She was truly alone with him now.
Jungkook's lips curled into a dark smile, his eyes gleaming with a twisted satisfaction. He patted his thighs, the command clear without needing to be spoken. "Sit on me," he said, his voice low and filled with a perverse kind of authority.
Y/N's skin crawled at his words, every instinct in her body screaming at her to run.
She looked at him with pure disgust, her gaze hardening as she realized just how deep his depravity ran. But the idea of doing what he wanted, of submitting to his sick game, was unbearable. Without thinking, she spun on her heel and dashed for the bathroom, her heart racing with adrenaline-fueled desperation.
But she didn't make it far. Jungkook moved with frightening speed, catching up to her before she could reach the door. His hand clamped around her wrist, yanking her back with a force that made her cry out in pain. The bathroom door loomed just inches away, a taunting reminder of how close she had been to temporary safety.
"No, no, no," Jungkook growled, his voice laced with dark amusement as he effortlessly lifted her off her feet. "You don't get to run from me."
He carried her back to the bed as if she weighed nothing, his grip on her tightening until she could feel the bruise forming. She took the opportunity and hit him in the chest, but Jungkook did not react.
The moment he reached the bed, he tossed her onto the mattress with a roughness that knocked the breath out of her. Y/N landed with a thud, the sheets twisting beneath her as she struggled to regain her balance.
Before she could react, Jungkook was on top of her, his body hovering over hers with a predatory grace. His hands were like steel as they pinned her wrists to the bed, trapping her beneath him. His face was inches from hers, his breath hot and heavy against her skin, and the look in his eyes was one of pure, unbridled lust.
"Love," he murmured, a twisted smile playing on his lips as he pressed his body down against hers. "You're not going anywhere."
"Why.." he cut her off mid-sentence.
"Why do you keep fighting me, Y/N?" Jungkook whispered, his voice deceptively soft as he leaned in closer, his lips almost brushing against her ear. "You know how this ends. You're mine. The sooner you accept it, the easier this will be for both of us."
"You're disgusting," she spat, her voice shaking with both fear and defiance. "I'll never be yours."
Jungkook's expression darkened, the playful amusement vanishing from his eyes. He tightened his grip on her wrists, the pressure making her wince in pain. "You will be," he hissed, his voice deadly serious. "I'll make sure of it."
He leaned down, pressing his lips to her neck in a rough, possessive kiss. Y/N recoiled at the contact, her body shuddering with revulsion, but there was no escape. His body was a cage, and she was trapped inside it, her every movement dictated by his twisted desires.
"I'll break you," Jungkook whispered against her skin, his breath sending shivers down her spine. He bit into her soft skin, then continued to kiss her neck with his tongue and lips. "Piece by piece, until there's nothing left but what I want you to be."
The words were a promise, a vow of the darkness that lay ahead. And as Y/N lay there, pinned beneath him, the weight of that promise crushed her, filling her with a dread so deep that she feared she might drown in it.
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