Jungkook paused at the entrance of the chamber, his hand resting against the cold stone door as a thought took root in his mind. He had broken Lisa, yes, reduced her to a hollow shell of what she once was. But that wasn’t enough anymore. He didn’t want her to just obey him—he wanted her to need him. To crave his presence, his approval, his control. She would become utterly dependent on him for everything, so much so that even the idea of defiance would seem absurd.
His fingers tightened on the door handle as the corners of his mouth lifted into a twisted smile. It wasn’t enough to break her spirit—he would reshape her entirely. Slowly, methodically, he would mold her into something more than just an obedient servant. He would make her love her captivity, cherish it, worship it. Worship him.
He turned back toward Lisa, still kneeling in the same spot, her head bowed, her hands limp at her sides, blood dripping from the cut in her palm. She was motionless, utterly still, as if frozen in time. She didn’t know any better now—her mind was a blank slate. And that was exactly what he wanted.
Jungkook strode back across the chamber, his boots echoing ominously against the stone floor. He stopped just in front of her, looking down at her small, kneeling figure, and for a moment, something almost like affection flickered in his eyes. Almost. But it was tainted by the darkness in his soul, a twisted affection born from his desire to dominate, to control every facet of her existence.
He crouched in front of her, tilting her chin up with two fingers so their eyes met. Her gaze was dull, empty, devoid of any thought, just as it should be. But not for long. He would fill that void, and she would be remade in his image.
“Look at me, Lisa,” he commanded softly, his voice a dark whisper that echoed in the chamber.
Her blank eyes slowly focused on him, as if responding to the sound of his voice like a switch had been flipped. There was no recognition in her gaze, no flicker of memory. She was a puppet, and he held the strings.
“You belong to me,” he whispered, his voice low and hypnotic. “Your body, your mind, your soul—every part of you is mine. Say it.”
Lisa’s lips parted, her voice coming out in a soft, emotionless whisper. “I belong to you.”
Jungkook’s smile widened, but there was no warmth in it. “Good girl,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. “You’ll do whatever I say. You’ll follow my every command without hesitation. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes,” Lisa whispered again, her voice hollow, empty.
“Say it,” Jungkook demanded, his fingers tightening slightly on her chin.
“I’ll follow your every command,” she repeated obediently, her voice monotone, her lips forming the words as if they were second nature now.
Jungkook’s heart pounded with dark satisfaction. This was the beginning of something beautiful—something twisted and wholly his. He leaned closer, his lips just inches from her ear.
“You’ll love me, Lisa,” he whispered, his voice dripping with dark intent. “You’ll worship me. You’ll crave me. Say it.”
“I’ll love you,” Lisa repeated, her voice now infused with a subtle undertone of something new—something he was placing there, carefully weaving it into the fabric of her being. “I’ll worship you.”
Jungkook’s breath hitched slightly, the sound of those words filling him with a possessive thrill. His fingers tightened in her hair again, yanking her head back as he stared into her vacant eyes.
“You won’t ever want to leave me,” he continued, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “You’ll live for me. You’ll breathe for me. And the thought of being without me will terrify you.”
Her lips parted again, her voice soft, obedient. “I’ll never want to leave you. I’ll live for you.”
Jungkook’s eyes darkened with a possessive hunger, the obsession taking deeper root within him. She wasn’t just obedient—she was becoming dependent on him, the way he wanted. Every word he spoke, every command he gave was sinking into her mind, reshaping her thoughts, her desires, her very sense of self.
He stood abruptly, pulling her up with him, his grip still firm in her hair. Lisa rose without question, her body pliant in his hands, her expression passive. She didn’t resist—she wouldn’t even know how to resist anymore.
Jungkook dragged her to the center of the chamber, the shadows swirling around them like a living entity, feeding off the darkness that had seeped into the very foundation of the room. He shoved her to the floor again, watching with cruel satisfaction as she collapsed in a heap at his feet.
“On your knees,” he ordered, his voice sharp.
Lisa immediately complied, her body responding without hesitation. She knelt before him, her head bowed, her hands resting on her thighs in a posture of absolute submission.
Jungkook stared down at her, his breath coming in slow, controlled breaths. He had broken her completely. But now, he would rebuild her in his image, and she would worship him as the god of her world.
“You will speak only when I allow it,” he said coldly, his voice resonating with authority. “You will not question me. You will not disobey. And you will not think without my permission. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, but filled with unwavering submission.
He knelt in front of her once more, tilting her head up with brutal force. “You’ll live in this darkness with me forever, Lisa. And you will learn to love it. You will learn to love me.”
Her eyes remained lifeless, but the words fell from her lips as though they had always been there. “I’ll love you.”
Jungkook smiled, the darkness inside him swelling with a twisted kind of triumph. He had done it. He had taken her and stripped her of everything—her memories, her will, her very identity—and he had rebuilt her in his image.
“I’ll never let you go,” he murmured softly, his voice dangerously low. “You’ll never be free of me. You don’t even want to be free of me anymore, do you?”
“No,” she whispered, her voice unwavering. “I don’t want to be free.”
Jungkook’s hand slid down her face, cupping her cheek with a gentleness that was at odds with the cruelty in his eyes. “That’s right,” he whispered, his breath brushing against her skin. “You’re mine. Forever.”
His lips brushed against hers, the kiss cold and possessive. Lisa didn’t resist—she couldn’t resist. She kissed him back, not out of desire, but because it was what he wanted, and what he wanted was all that mattered now.
Jungkook pulled back, his gaze lingering on her face, drinking in the sight of her submission, her utter helplessness. He had created this, molded it with his own hands, and now he would nurture it, grow it, until she was nothing but a vessel for his will.
“Stand,” he commanded, and she rose to her feet, her movements mechanical, obedient.
Jungkook’s eyes darkened with obsessive possessiveness as he circled her, his mind racing with possibilities, with the ways he could shape her further, break her even more, make her need him to the point of madness. He would never let her go, and she would never want to leave. He would make sure of that.
“You’re mine,” he whispered, his voice soft, but filled with unyielding dominance. “And you will always be mine.”
And Lisa, broken and remade in his image, whispered back the only words she was capable of.
“I’m yours.”
CHAPTER 15
