"Please sir I beg you, don't hit my husband" You clasped your hands and kneeled before the male who is whipping your husband without showing any mercy to the poor soul.
The pitiful screams of your husband echo through the village as none of the civ...
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Your eyes fluttered open, and as you instinctively tried to turn, you realized something was wrong. Panic surged through you as you tugged at your arms, only to find them securely cuffed to the bedposts. Frustration bubbled within you, your jaw tightening as you scanned the room for the one responsible. Before you could think further, the door creaked open, and in strode Jungkook, his lips curled into a smug smirk, his crimson eyes sweeping over you like a predator sizing up its prey.
"You never fail to make me despise you even more," you spat, turning your face away from him in defiance. Your words were sharp, dripping with disdain, but they seemed to have no effect on him.
"And I don't hate it anymore," Jungkook replied, his tone laced with unsettling amusement.
"In fact, I'm getting used to your hatred. At first, your cruel words cut deep. I won't deny that. But now?" He let out a soft, eerie chuckle, his smirk widening.
"Now, it's like a lullaby for me. I can't sleep without your insults echoing in my ears. They soothe me, sweetie, like a perfect sleeping pill." His gaze gleamed with an almost psychotic delight, making you shudder in revulsion.
"Shameless," you muttered under your breath, your fists clenching tightly. You averted your eyes, unwilling to let him see the fire burning in them.
"But sweetie," Jungkook said, stepping closer to you, "how about this? I can free you from this miserable room. From this entire mansion."
His words caught you off guard, making you turn to him with a look of disbelief. The audacity of his statement was almost laughable.
"You pull these jokes with your useless mother and that garbage friend of yours, Kim Taehyung," you said coldly.
"They might actually laugh at them." Your voice was cutting, meant to pierce his ego, but Jungkook remained unfazed.
He chuckled softly, brushing off your insult as if it were nothing more than a playful jest.
"I'm serious, Y/n," he said, his voice lowering slightly.
"I can give you freedom. I can let you escape this hellhole."
You arched a brow, skeptical.
"What's the catch?" you asked, though deep down, you already knew his answer.
"Marry me. Be mine, and stay by my side forever."
Your breath hitched, and your nails dug into your palms as you fought to keep your fury in check. His audacity, his entitlement, it was infuriating.
"It's a little boring here, don't you think?" he asked, a mocking smile tugging at his lips.
"Watching the same maids every day, staring at my handsome face, the same walls, the same ceilings... peeking through that tiny window just for a fleeting taste of freedom. It sucks, doesn't it?" His snicker echoed in the room, sharp and deliberate, as if he knew exactly where to strike to hurt you most.
