As Jungkook moved the cloth lower, Yn couldn't help but flinch, her body tensing in anticipation of his next move.
He chuckled, his eyes dark with amusement. "So sensitive," he murmured, his voice a soft taunt.
Yn's eyes squeezed shut, her breath hitching as Jungkook's cloth-covered hand slid down her stomach, the fabric brushing against the bruises and bite marks he had left on her skin.
"Don't flinch," he warned, his voice a low growl. "You know what happens when you disobey me."
Yn nodded, her body trembling with the effort of holding still. Jungkook's hand continued its torturous journey, the cloth now brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.
"Open your legs," he ordered, his voice cold and unyielding. Yn hesitated for a moment, her fear warring with the hope that this might be a step towards freedom.
Slowly, she complied, her legs shaking as she spread them apart. Jungkook's eyes raked over her, his smirk growing as he saw the evidence of his own brutality.
"Good girl," he repeated, his voice thick with satisfaction. He placed the cloth between her legs, the warmth of it a stark contrast to the coldness of his gaze.
Yn felt a fresh wave of humiliation wash over her as Jungkook began to clean her there, his touch as impersonal as if he were wiping down a piece of furniture. She tried to keep her eyes on the ceiling, focusing on anything but the pain and the horror of what was happening to her.
As he worked, Jungkook's eyes remained locked on her face, watching her every reaction with a twisted fascination. His movements grew slower, more deliberate, his thumb occasionally brushing against her clit, making her shiver with a mix of pain .
Yn's eyes snapped open, meeting his. "Why are you doing this?" she asked, her voice shaking.
Jungkook's smile was cold and calculated. "Because I can," he replied, his thumb making another, more deliberate pass over her sensitive flesh. "And because you're mine."
The words were like a knife to her soul, but Yn knew she had to keep fighting. She took a deep breath, trying to ignore the pain, and searched for any sign of humanity in his eyes. "Please," she whispered, her voice cracking. "I'm your wife."
Jungkook's smirk grew. "Exactly," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "And as your husband, I expect you to do as I say." He leaned in closer, his eyes boring into hers. "And I expect you to enjoy it."
Yn felt a tear slide down her cheek as she stared back at him. She didn't know what to say, what to do. All she knew was that she had to get out of this situation.
Jungkook leaned back, a cruel smile playing on his lips as he watched her. "What's wrong, darling?" he asked, his voice mocking. "Didn't you enjoy our little game?"
Yn's voice was barely a whisper. "I don't want to play anymore," she said, her eyes pleading.
Jungkook's smile didn't waver. "Too bad," he murmured, his thumb pressing down on her clit with more force. "You don't get to decide when the game is over."
Yn's eyes squeezed shut again, a silent scream building in her chest. She felt so violated, so powerless. But she knew she had to keep trying. "Please," she whispered again, her voice shaking. "Please, Jungkook."
He didn't respond, his focus solely on her body, his thumb moving in a slow, taunting circle. Yn bit her lip, trying not to react, but the pain was unbearable. "Stop," she begged, her voice hoarse. "I can't take it anymore."
Jungkook's eyes narrowed, his smile fading. He leaned in closer, his breath hot on her skin. "You're going to learn to take it," he murmured.
Yn felt a surge of anger, pushing down the fear that threatened to consume her. "No," she said, her voice firmer than she felt. "I just told you to c...clean my body."
