Jungkook’s eyes gleamed with a twisted satisfaction as Lisa whispered those final words. He stood before her, reveling in the power he wielded over her. She was his now—fully, entirely, and irrevocably his. But even that wasn’t enough. His thirst for control was insatiable, and every passing second only deepened his need to push her further, to carve his presence so deeply into her that it would be etched into the very core of her existence.
The chamber around them was cold, the air thick with tension. Shadows clung to the stone walls like predators waiting to strike, yet even they paled in comparison to the darkness that had taken root within Jungkook. He ran a hand through his black hair, his eyes never leaving Lisa as she knelt in submission before him.
“Look at you,” he mused, his voice soft but filled with a venomous pride. “You don’t even know what you are anymore, do you?”
Lisa’s head remained bowed, her silence a testament to the hold he had over her. Her mind was a barren wasteland, devoid of her former self, her past, her identity. Jungkook had taken it all, stripped her bare, and left her with nothing but the fragments of thoughts he allowed her to keep.
With a sudden motion, he grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her to her feet. Lisa stumbled, but didn’t resist, her body compliant, pliable, like a doll in his hands. The cut on her palm left a trail of blood as it dripped onto the cold stone floor, but she didn’t react. Pain, like everything else, was something she could no longer process without his permission.
“You’ll bleed for me,” Jungkook whispered, lifting her hand to inspect the wound. His fingers grazed the blood-streaked skin, almost tender in their touch, though the cruelty behind his actions was palpable. “You’ll bleed, and you’ll suffer, and you’ll thank me for it.”
Lisa’s lips parted, but no words came. Jungkook’s eyes narrowed, and he grabbed her face with one hand, his grip tightening with unspoken fury.
“Say it,” he hissed. “Say you’ll bleed for me.”
“I’ll bleed for you,” Lisa repeated, her voice barely a whisper, but steady. It was all she could offer, all she had left.
Jungkook’s smile widened, pleased with her response. He released her, letting her hand fall limply to her side, the blood still trickling down her wrist. He could see her faltering, her legs shaking slightly from the weight of her exhaustion, but he didn’t care. She wasn’t permitted to rest. Not until he allowed it.
“Do you know what happens to those who defy me, Lisa?” he asked, his voice carrying an eerie calm. “To those who think they can escape my control?”
Lisa remained silent, her empty gaze focused on the floor beneath her. Jungkook’s hand shot out suddenly, grabbing her by the throat and forcing her to look at him.
“They’re punished,” he whispered, his lips curling into a sneer. “They’re broken beyond repair. But you… you won’t ever defy me, will you?”
“No,” she breathed, her voice trembling slightly under the pressure of his hand on her throat. “I won’t defy you.”
Jungkook’s grip loosened just enough to allow her to breathe, but the threat lingered in the air between them. His fingers traced the line of her jaw, down to her collarbone, his touch cold and calculated.
“You will live for my approval,” he murmured, his voice dark and commanding. “Every thought you have will revolve around me. You’ll beg for my attention, crave it like air. Without it, you’ll feel like you’re suffocating.”
Lisa’s breath hitched as Jungkook’s fingers dug into her skin, leaving bruises in their wake. His words slithered into her mind like poison, infecting every corner of her consciousness. She knew nothing beyond him—there was nothing beyond him. He had become her world, her reality, her god.
“Say it,” he demanded once more, his tone cold and sharp.
“I’ll live for your approval,” Lisa whispered, the words falling from her lips like a mantra she had been programmed to recite. “I’ll crave your attention.”
Jungkook let out a low hum of satisfaction as he released her, watching as she crumbled back to the floor in a heap of obedience. He circled her slowly, like a predator stalking its prey, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure.
“You’ll become so dependent on me,” he continued, his voice a low rumble in the otherwise silent chamber. “That the thought of being apart from me will terrify you. The darkness won’t scare you anymore because you’ll know I’m the only thing that can save you from it.”
Lisa’s hands trembled slightly as she knelt before him, her body exhausted and drained. But his words wrapped around her like chains, binding her further to him. She was his, and there was no escape. Not from the cage he had built around her, nor from the prison of her mind that he had carefully crafted.
Jungkook crouched in front of her, his fingers once again tilting her chin up so she was forced to meet his gaze.
“You love me,” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. “You love me more than anything.”
“I love you,” Lisa echoed, her voice flat but steady.
“You’ll never want to leave me.”
“I’ll never want to leave you.”
Jungkook’s eyes darkened with satisfaction as he stood once more, towering over her as if he were the embodiment of the shadows themselves. He had molded her, reshaped her into a creature of his own design, and now she was nothing more than an extension of his will. He would continue to push her, to break her further, until there was nothing left but his image reflected in her every thought, her every action.
“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice soft but laced with an underlying cruelty. “You’re learning.”
He stepped back, letting the silence of the chamber envelop them once more. The air was heavy, oppressive, as if the very room itself was alive with the malevolent energy that radiated from him. He watched her, his eyes cold and calculating, already planning his next move, his next command.
Lisa remained kneeling, her body motionless, her mind empty. She was his, completely and utterly, and there was no turning back.
Jungkook’s smile widened as he took in the sight of her submission, the power he held over her sinking into his very soul. She would live for him, breathe for him, and there would never be a moment where she wasn’t his.
And as the shadows closed in around them, swallowing the last remnants of light, Jungkook knew one thing with absolute certainty.
Lisa would never be free.
She didn’t even want to be.
CONTINUE...
