Jungkook’s smile lingered, a cold curve of satisfaction as he watched Lisa, now nothing more than a shell of the girl who had once defied him. Her eyes, once so vibrant, so full of life and fury, were empty. Her body remained kneeling, motionless, her gaze fixed ahead as though the soul behind them had been drained away.
The chamber pulsed with the remnants of dark magic, thick and oppressive, swirling in a suffocating cloud of power that clung to the air. The stone walls seemed to absorb the malevolence, shadows slithering across the floor like serpents waiting to strike. And yet, there was no need for more threats now. Jungkook had won.
He crouched beside her again, his fingers brushing against the side of her face. Her skin was cold, her lips parted slightly as she breathed in shallow, mechanical breaths. The Lisa who had fought him, the one who had dared to challenge his control, was gone. All that remained was his creation—obedient, hollow, and utterly his.
"You won’t even remember your own name without me telling you," he whispered, his thumb tracing her cheek in a mockery of affection. "You’ll look in the mirror and see nothing but what I allow you to see."
His words carried a soft, almost tender edge, as if he was comforting her, but there was a sinister glint in his eyes. The darkness in him had grown, feeding on the power he now wielded over her. He wasn’t just controlling her body or her actions—he was controlling her very existence.
“You will forget everything that made you you,” he continued, his voice barely above a whisper, yet sharp enough to slice through the heavy silence. “And when you look at me… you’ll love me. You’ll believe I am the only thing that matters.”
His hand tightened in her hair, yanking her head back so her blank eyes were forced to meet his. There was no reaction, no spark of recognition, only the passive obedience of someone too far gone to resist. Jungkook’s lips curled into a smirk as he lowered his face closer to hers, their breaths mingling.
“I could make you beg,” he mused softly, his voice dripping with sadistic amusement. “I could make you crawl on your knees, pleading for my attention, and you would think it was what you wanted all along.”
Lisa didn’t flinch, didn’t blink, her mind too thoroughly shattered to process his words. She had no past to look back on, no memories of the person she used to be. Everything she had fought for was gone, replaced by the darkness Jungkook had woven around her.
Satisfied with her submission, he released her hair, letting her head fall forward slightly. He straightened, his eyes narrowing as he studied her. This was what he had wanted all along, wasn’t it? Complete, unbreakable control. And now that he had it… the hunger for more began to creep in.
The power he held over her was intoxicating. She wasn’t just a victim—she was a trophy, a symbol of his triumph. He had taken everything from her, stripped her of her autonomy, her memories, her very identity. And in her emptiness, he found a twisted sense of satisfaction.
But something deeper stirred within him, a darker desire gnawing at the edges of his mind. Control wasn’t enough. He wanted to break her, to shape her into something entirely new. Something that would never even consider defying him again.
Jungkook reached into his cloak, pulling out a small, ornate dagger, its blade glinting in the dim light of the chamber. The magic that had bound her memories was powerful, but he wanted to ensure there were no lingering traces of who she used to be. No chance of her fighting back, no matter how deeply buried the resistance might be.
With a slow, deliberate motion, he pressed the blade against the palm of her hand, the cold steel biting into her skin. Lisa didn’t move, didn’t react to the pain, as the blood began to seep from the wound. Jungkook whispered an incantation under his breath, the blade glowing faintly with dark energy. The spell he had cast would sink even further into her subconscious, erasing not just her memories, but her ability to question, to doubt, to ever think for herself again.
The blood dripped onto the floor, pooling at her knees, and with each drop, the magic grew stronger, weaving tighter and tighter around her mind. The dagger wasn’t just a tool of pain—it was a symbol of his complete and utter domination.
When he was done, Jungkook stepped back, wiping the blade clean with the edge of his cloak. Lisa remained kneeling, her head bowed, blood still dripping from her palm, but her expression was unchanged. She didn’t feel the pain. She didn’t feel anything.
“You will worship me,” Jungkook said, his voice a low, venomous promise. “You will obey my every command without hesitation. And you will never, ever remember why you once tried to escape me.”
The air around them crackled with finality, the spell sealed, and the last remnants of Lisa’s resistance crushed beneath the weight of his magic.
He turned from her, the smirk never leaving his face as he walked toward the entrance of the chamber, leaving her kneeling in the dark, waiting for his next command.
Jungkook had taken everything from her. Her memories, her identity, her soul. And in her hollow, obedient silence, he had found what he craved the most.
Absolute power.
CONTINUE...
