"WED TO WOUND" : vengeful ties/21+/ KTH

chapter:12

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Yn’s mind was foggy, and her neck burned with a sharp, stinging pain as she slowly regained consciousness. She tried to move, but her wrists were tightly bound to the chair.

Panic set in as she realized her mouth was covered with tape, stifling any screams. She let out a muffled cry, but it was no use.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps approaching. Two men standing near the corner exchanged looks and one spoke into a small microphone, "Boss, she's awake."

Terror seized her as she tried to break free, tugging helplessly at the ropes, her eyes brimming with tears. The room fell into an unsettling silence until heavy footsteps echoed from the darkness.

A tall, muscular figure appeared, his presence filling the room with menace. He walked towards her, every step deliberate, as if he owned everything.

Without a word, he dragged a chair and placed it directly in front of her. Sitting down, his eyes scanned her trembling form. Yn’s tears began to fall, her muffled whimpers barely audible through the tape.

"Aww, birdie…" he whispered, tracing her cheek with the back of his fingers, his voice taunting. "I didn’t want to hurt you. But look what your soon-to-be husband made me do."

His fingers lingered on her face before he ripped the tape off her mouth, the force tearing the delicate skin of her lips.

A sharp cry of pain escaped Yn’s mouth as blood trickled from her torn lips. The man’s expression shifted from amusement to something darker.

He gently touched her bleeding lips, smearing her blood on his fingers.

"You’re so fragile," he mused, staring at the blood on his hand.

"How will you survive that monster?"

His eyes gleamed with a twisted curiosity before he brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking the blood off with a cruel smile.

"Mhmm... fierce. Just like you."

Yn’s heart pounded in her chest, fear coursing through her veins. She swallowed back her sobs and tried to plead with him.

"Why… why are you doing this? What did I ever do to you?"

The man’s smile faded, his hand moving to her neck. "It’s not about what you did, little bird. It’s all because of Kim Taehyung. He’s the one who caused this."

"Look how he got you, beautiful and fragile, with a monster, it doesn't suits."

"Listen to me, don't marry him. He is devil." The man exaggerated.

His fingers brushed against her neck, and a shiver ran through Yn’s body. Her mind raced, and the only person who could save her now flashed before her, Taehyung. She clenched her jaw, her fear turning into defiance.

"If he finds out you’ve touched me, you’re dead," she spat, her voice trembling but firm. Gathering every bit of strength she had, she kicked his knee, the chair shaking beneath her.

The man’s expression darkened in an instant. His hand shot up, grabbing her by the throat, squeezing hard. "Let’s see," he hissed, his grip tightening until she choked, gasping for breath.

With a sharp shove, he flung her backward, the chair hitting the wall with a loud thud.

Yn’s head slammed into the hard surface, sending a wave of pain radiating through her skull.

She winced, barely able to hold back a cry as the man loomed over her, his hand still at her throat, his eyes dark with fury.

Suddenly, the man chuckled, the sound cold and unnerving. "I’m amazed," he said, his voice dripping with amusement.

"How strong-willed you are. In my world, in my place, you dare to kick me?" He leaned in close, his face just inches from hers, his dark eyes gleaming with twisted admiration.

"You’ve got guts, little one."

Yn’s heart raced, her fear barely masked by the defiance in her eyes. His fingers lightly traced her arms, sending shivers of revulsion through her body.

She flinched, but he didn’t stop. He let his hand linger for a moment longer, then stood up, towering over her.

As he moved towards the door, he glanced back, a dark smile playing on his lips.

"Let's see who will take you." He said, his voice filled with chilling certainty.

"Either he kills me to get you.... ot you'll be mine after I kill him."

With that, he turned and walked out, leaving her with those haunting words. The door slammed shut, echoing in the cold, dim room.

Yn sat there, her body trembling, but her mind sharp. She knew Taehyung was her only hope now. Even if it meant facing the monster she had been dreading.

Taehyung sat in his office, leaning back in his chair, the quiet ticking of a nearby clock the only sound as he skimmed through his emails.

One subject line caught his attention, an email from an unknown, cringe-worthy name.

He clicked on it, suspecting it might be from a dealer or an associate. The message was brief, but chilling: save her if you can.

His brows furrowed as he opened the attachment. It was a video file.

As the video began to play, Taehyung’s expression shifted from curiosity to shock, and then to pure fury.

His blood rushed to his head, veins pulsing with rage. On the screen stood a tall, dark figure he knew all too well, Jung Sebastian.

Sebastian's voice echoed ominously through the speakers. "Look, there’s a surprise for you."

Taehyung’s fists clenched tightly as the camera panned to Yn, bound and helpless, her face etched with fear.

Sebastian was tracing his fingers along her cheek, sucking on her blood, his words twisted and vile.

Taehyung’s chest heaved as anger surged within him. When Yn kicked Sebastian in defiance, a small, dark chuckle escaped Taehyung's lips. Even in her fear, she was fighting.

But then, the scene changed, Sebastian’s hands gripping Yn’s throat, choking her violently before pushing her back hard against the wall.

Taehyung’s entire body went rigid. His knuckles turned white as his hand crushed the mouse.

Suddenly, he lost control.

With a roar of rage, he stood, sending the computer crashing off his desk, smashing it into pieces.

The screen flickered and died, but the images of what he had just seen were seared into his mind. His breath came in ragged bursts, his entire body trembling with uncontained fury.

"SEBASTIAN...." he growled under his breath, his voice dark.

"You've signed your death warrant."

He stormed out of the office, ready to bring hell to the man who dared to touch what was his.

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