Whispers of Submission: A Twisted Dark Romance

Chapter 4

The night had been long and sleepless for Y/N. Every time she closed her eyes, the image of her parents' bruised bodies flashed before her, haunting her until dawn. She tossed and turned, her mind racing with fear and guilt. By morning, she knew what she had to do. There was no choice but to submit, to apologize to the very person who had brought this nightmare into her life. She couldn't bear to see her parents suffer because of her pride.

When Y/N arrived at the university, she was determined to find Jungkook. She wandered through the campus, searching for any sign of him, her heart pounding with a mix of dread and resolve. It wasn't long before she learned where he was, and with a deep breath, she made her way to him.

She found him in an old, dusty library-a place students rarely visited. Her steps echoed through the empty halls as she approached the secluded area where Jungkook was waiting, though she didn't know it. As she turned the corner, she spotted him leaning casually against a bookshelf, his tall, muscular frame almost blending with the shadows.

Jungkook was an intimidating sight, standing at 6'5" with a body that seemed sculpted from stone. His tattooed arm was on full display, the inked designs swirling down to his wrist, a testament to his dominant and dangerous personality. The piercing in his eyebrow only added to his rough, rebellious aura, and his chiseled jawline could make any girl weak at the knees. He was the kind of man who could command a room with just a glance, and Y/N felt the full weight of his presence as she walked toward him.

"There you are," Jungkook said, his voice deep and smooth, carrying an undertone of amusement. "I was wondering when you'd show up."

Y/N stopped a few feet away, her gaze fixed on the floor. She couldn't bring herself to look him in the eye, not after everything that had happened.

"Why did you want to see me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jungkook smirked, pushing himself off the bookshelf and taking a step closer to her. "Why do you think? I'm not done with you yet."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small silver bracelet, holding it up for her to see. "Here. Put this on."

Y/N frowned, finally lifting her eyes to meet his. "What is it?"

"It's just a little accessory," he said nonchalantly, though the glint in his eyes told her it was anything but. "Consider it a gift. I want to make sure I can always find you when I need you."

She hesitated, eyeing the bracelet warily. "Why?"

Jungkook's smirk widened as he stepped even closer, invading her personal space. "Because I don't trust you. And because you're mine now."

The words sent a chill down her spine, but she knew she had no choice. She reached out and took the bracelet from him, fastening it around her wrist. The cold metal felt heavy, like a shackle binding her to him.

"Good girl," Jungkook murmured, his gaze lingering on the bracelet as if it were a symbol of his control over her. "Just so you know, it has a tracker in it. Don't even think about running."

Y/N's heart sank. Of course, it wasn't just a bracelet. It was another way for him to assert his dominance, to ensure she could never escape. She nodded, her voice catching in her throat as she forced herself to speak. "Anything else?"

"Not right now," he replied, his eyes never leaving hers. "But don't go too far. I'll be in touch."

With that, Y/N turned and hurried out of the library, her pulse racing. The tracker on her wrist felt like a chain, binding her to Jungkook's will. She was his puppet now, and there was no escaping it.

***

Later that day, as Y/N sat with Suzy during lunch, trying to distract herself with meaningless conversation, her phone buzzed with a new message. It was from Jungkook, and her stomach dropped when she read it: **"Canteen. Now."**

She glanced at Suzy, who was mid-sentence, and forced a smile. "I need to go take care of something. I'll catch up with you later."

"Again?" Suzy asked, her brow furrowing in concern. "You've been acting really strange, Y/N. Are you sure everything's okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Y/N lied, standing up quickly. "I'll be right back."

She made her way to the canteen, her heart pounding with every step. When she entered, it didn't take long to spot Jungkook. He was sitting at a table with his friends, his presence commanding the attention of everyone in the room. Every girl in the canteen seemed to be drooling over him, their eyes glued to his every move.

Y/N approached the table hesitantly, trying to keep her composure. The weight of the bracelet on her wrist felt heavier with each step, a constant reminder of her new reality.

Jungkook looked up as she approached, a smirk playing on his lips. "What's your problem?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly despite her efforts to appear confident.

"My problem?" Jungkook repeated, his voice loud enough for everyone around to hear. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms as he looked her up and down. "You're the one who humiliated me in front of everyone, remember? I think it's time for some payback."

His friends chuckled, and Y/N felt her face flush with anger and embarrassment. She clenched her fists at her sides, struggling to keep her temper in check. "What do you want?" she demanded, her voice tight with frustration.

Jungkook's smirk widened as he leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "I want you to bring me my lunch. And pay for it."

The room fell silent, all eyes on them as the scene played out. Y/N's heart raced, her pride screaming at her to refuse. But the thought of her parents' bruises flashed in her mind, and she knew she had no choice. She turned on her heel and headed to the counter, her mind boiling with anger and humiliation.

After paying for his meal, Y/N brought the tray back to the table, slamming it down in front of him. "Here," she spat, her voice laced with venom.

Jungkook looked up at her, his smirk never faltering. "You're really bad at this whole 'slave' thing, you know that?"

Y/N bit back the retort that was on the tip of her tongue, her hands trembling with the effort it took to hold her anger in check. She stood there, glaring at him, wishing she could wipe that smug look off his face.

Jungkook's friends watched the exchange with amused grins, clearly enjoying the show. After he finished eating, Jungkook glanced up at Y/N with a dismissive wave of his hand. "You can get lost now."

The words cut through her like a knife, the humiliation burning in her chest as she turned and walked away. The laughter of his friends echoed in her ears, making her feel small and powerless. She couldn't believe how far she had fallen, how completely she had been broken by this one man.

When Y/N got home, the weight of the day's events finally broke her. She locked herself in her room and cried her heart out, the tears falling freely as she let out all the pain and frustration she had been holding inside. She felt utterly trapped, like a puppet dancing to Jungkook's every whim. How had her life come to this? How had she allowed herself to be so completely dominated by him?

Meanwhile, back at the university, Jungkook couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction. He had gotten his revenge, made her suffer in the same way she had humiliated him. But despite the satisfaction, there was something about Y/N that he couldn't get out of his mind.

He replayed the scene in his head, the way her eyes had flashed with anger, the way her lips had trembled with barely contained rage. Her innocence, her beauty, the fire in her spirit-it was all driving him crazy. No girl had ever stood up to him like she had, and yet he couldn't stop thinking about her.

But that only made him hate her more. He didn't want to be drawn to someone like her, someone who had the nerve to defy him, to humiliate him. She was supposed to be beneath him, just another toy for him to play with and discard. And yet, here he was, unable to get her out of his head.

Jungkook clenched his fists, trying to suppress the conflicting emotions swirling inside him. He couldn't have her. He shouldn't want her. But the truth was, she was already under his skin, and it was only a matter of time before he either destroyed her-or destroyed himself.