"You can't hurt me like this," I whispered, my voice trembling as tears continued to spill down my cheeks. "I'm just a little girl... I can't bear this much pain."
Jungkook's expression remained stoic, cold, and unmoved. He was fully aware of how much younger and smaller I was, how much weaker I was compared to him. But that didn't stop him. His grip remained as tight as iron, unyielding to my pleas.
"Please... free me," I begged, my voice barely above a whisper, almost swallowed by the overwhelming silence.
"No." His response was sharp, final, and laced with a dangerous tone. "I won't let you go. You're MINE. And the sooner you realize that the better it will be for you."
I looked down, my resolve crumbling as I stopped resisting. His grip was so tight, it was almost unbearable, squeezing the last bits of defiance out of me. My tears fell silently, each one a testament to the pain and fear that were now my constant companions.
Jungkook watched me, silent and resigned, and a slow smile spread across his lips. He knew he had won, that I had finally accepted the harsh reality of our twisted relationship—he was my husband and owner.
"Good," he murmured, satisfaction evident in his voice. "You've finally given up and accepted me. You'll soon realize that life under me will be much easier if you just learn to accept your place."
I looked at him with tear-stained cheeks, my vision blurred by the tears that refused to stop. Slowly, I nodded, a small, defeated gesture of compliance. Jungkook's eyes narrowed with satisfaction, and finally, he released his painful grip on my wrists, stepping back to survey the damage he had done.
"Good," he repeated, his tone a mix of authority and coldness. "You've come to your senses. You understand now that you belong to me, that I am your HUSBAND and MASTER."
I held my wrists, feeling the burning sting of his grip still imprinted on my skin. My body remained pressed against the wall, feeling so small, so utterly vulnerable under his gaze. I nodded slightly, unable to muster any words, the fear in my heart choking my voice.
Jungkook's eyes ran over my face, taking in every detail—the marks on my wrists, the tears staining my cheeks, the way I leaned helplessly against the wall. "Look at you," he said, his tone cold and condescending. "So weak and helpless. Just a little girl, completely under my control."
He stepped closer, his presence looming over me, his eyes cold and unforgiving. "You're mine now," he said in a low, dangerous tone, "and I expect you to behave and obey me from now on. If you don't, there will be consequences—punishments for your disobedience."
My heart pounded with fear as his words sank in, the threat of punishment hanging over me like a dark cloud. I wasn't used to this kind of discipline, to this kind of fear. I nodded quickly, desperate to avoid whatever punishment he had in mind.
"I...I'll behave," I stammered, my voice barely audible.
He smirked, clearly pleased with my fear and submission. "Good."
But before he could say more, his phone rang, cutting through the tension. Jungkook grumbled, annoyed by the interruption, and picked up the call, his voice terse as he spoke into the phone. His expression darkened as he listened to the news on the other end.
"I have to go," he said abruptly, his dark eyes boring into mine. "I have A business to attend to. Don't you DARE move from this spot while I'm gone."
I nodded quickly, my voice barely escaping my throat. "O-okay."
Jungkook saw the terror etched on my face and the quiver in my voice, and he relished it. He leaned in closer, his face inches from mine, "And remember this," he added, his voice low and menacing, "if you even think about disobeying me, you won't just get a punishment—you'll wish you never crossed me. I'll make you SCREAM, CRY, and BEG for mercy until you remember your place. Do you understand?"
His voice dropped lower, almost a growl, each word a cold promise of violence. "I will break you until there's nothing left but obedience. So don't test me."
With that final warning, he turned and walked toward the door, his presence lingering long after he'd left. The door slammed shut behind him, sealing me in with the echo of his threat, and the terrifying realization that there was no escaping his wrath.
TO BE CONTINUED....
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From Darkness to Light: A Mafia Love Story
Acak"Y/N, a 20-year-old with a fragile heart, never imagined her life would take such a dark turn. Forced into a marriage with Jeon Jungkook, the most feared mafia boss in the underworld, her life spirals into a nightmare. Jungkook treats her like a mer...
