Lisa’s body trembled as Jungkook's voice reverberated through the room, a sound that sent icy chills down her spine. His grip on her wrist was tight enough to make her feel trapped, but not enough to hurt—yet. Her wide, tear-filled eyes stared into his, trying to read the storm that brewed beneath the surface. She wasn’t used to this. She wasn’t used to being denied what she wanted, especially not something as simple as a toy.
But even though his rage terrified her, the stubbornness rooted deep inside her was stronger. She had always been spoiled, always gotten what she wanted with enough whining and crying. In her innocent mind, this situation wasn’t any different.
“I don’t care, Kookie!” she yelled back, her voice cracking from the intensity of her own emotions. “You can’t tell me what to do! If you won’t buy me the bunny, I’ll just go to Mommy and Daddy!”
The moment those words left her lips, Jungkook’s entire demeanor shifted. His expression turned from anger to something far more dangerous. His grip on her wrist tightened slightly as his jaw clenched, his dark eyes narrowing as if he was struggling to hold himself back.
“Your... what?” he hissed, his voice low and venomous.
Lisa’s heart pounded in her chest, but she didn’t back down. She pulled her wrist free from his grasp, crossing her arms defiantly over her chest like a child standing up to a parent. “Mommy and Daddy!” she repeated, louder this time. “They’ll buy me the bunny if you won’t! They always give me what I want!”
Jungkook’s eyes flashed with fury at the mention of her parents. His possessiveness swelled to a dangerous level, and the thought of Lisa going to her parents—of anyone else giving her something she wanted, something he had denied—was enough to make his blood boil. No one else was allowed to interfere. No one else could take his place in her life, especially not her parents.
His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper as he stepped closer, towering over her small frame. “You think they’ll help you? You think running to them will get you what you want?”
Lisa’s lip quivered, but she stood her ground, her chin lifting stubbornly. “Yes! They always help me! I’ll call them right now if you don’t—”
Before she could finish her sentence, Jungkook’s hand shot out, grabbing her by the shoulders and pulling her close, his face just inches from hers. His eyes were wild, the darkness in them suffocating.
“You are mine,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “Not theirs. Not anyone else’s. You don’t run to them when you don’t get your way. You belong to me, Lisa. Me and no one else.”
Lisa’s breath hitched as she felt the weight of his words. Her mind, though innocent, could feel the possessiveness radiating from him, the way his grip on her was both protective and suffocating. Her heart raced, but she still didn’t fully understand the depth of his obsession.
“Kookie, I just—”
“You just what?” Jungkook snapped, cutting her off. “You think you can throw a tantrum and run back to your parents like a little girl? You think I’ll let you go that easily?”
Tears welled up in Lisa’s eyes again, her emotions spiraling out of control as her mind struggled to keep up with his anger. “But they’ll help me!” she cried out, her voice breaking. “They always help me, Kookie! You’re being so mean, and I don’t understand why! I just want a bunny!”
Jungkook’s grip on her shoulders tightened, his breathing heavy as he tried to control the dark thoughts swirling in his mind. He leaned down, his face so close to hers that she could feel the heat of his breath against her skin. His voice was low, each word dripping with menace.
“You’re not calling anyone,” he whispered, his voice sending shivers down her spine. “You’re not going anywhere. You’ll do as I say, and you’ll stop this tantrum right now. Or else, you’ll learn just how mean I can really be.”
Lisa’s eyes widened in fear, the intensity of his threat sinking in. But even in her frightened state, her childish stubbornness refused to back down completely.
“Mommy and Daddy—”
Before she could finish, Jungkook’s grip tightened to the point where it almost hurt. His eyes darkened further, and his voice, when he spoke again, was ice-cold.
“They’re not here, Lili,” he hissed. “And they’re not going to help you. You belong to me now. You do what I say. You don’t ask them for anything. Do you understand?”
Lisa’s body trembled in his grasp, her innocent mind struggling to process the weight of his words. She didn’t understand why he was so angry, why he wouldn’t just let her have the bunny. Her parents had never denied her anything, but Jungkook… Jungkook was different. He was cold, possessive, and terrifying when he was angry. But she was too spoiled, too used to getting her way, to give up completely.
“I don’t care,” she whispered, her voice small but defiant. “I’ll call them if I want to. You can’t stop me.”
The moment those words left her lips, Jungkook snapped. His patience, already worn thin, finally shattered. In one swift motion, he grabbed her by the wrist again, dragging her across the room toward the dresser where her phone sat.
“You want to call them?” he growled, his voice dangerously low as he grabbed her phone and shoved it into her hands. “Go ahead. Call them. See what happens.”
Lisa stared down at the phone in her trembling hands, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked up at Jungkook, his expression dark and unreadable, his eyes filled with something far more terrifying than anger. For a brief moment, she considered calling her parents, but the weight of his threat loomed over her like a dark cloud.
“Go on, Lili,” he whispered, his voice soft and deadly. “Call them. See if they can save you from me.”
Tears spilled down her cheeks as she realized the full extent of his control over her. Jungkook wasn’t like her parents. He wasn’t going to give in to her demands. He wasn’t going to let her have her way. He owned her, and there was nothing she could do to change that.
CONTINUE...
