From Darkness to Light: A Mafia Love Story

Aftermath of Control(21)

After he got ready, he leaned in and kissed my forehead affectionately. He glanced at me one last time before quietly leaving the room. he was torn between his mafia duties and his strong urge to stay by my side and protect me. Jungkook got into his car and gunned the engine, speeding through the empty streets. his mind was still heavy with the sight of me, exhausted and weakened, and the thought of leaving me alone and vulnerable filled him with a sense of unease. I was sound asleep peacefully not knowing that he already left.

Jungkook arrived at the meeting place, and the sight of his fellow mafiosos greeted him, all gathered there with serious expressions on their faces. he could sense the tension in the air, and he knew this was a serious matter. he put aside his thoughts of me and focused on the task at hand. Jungkook took his place among the mafiosos and listened as the leader of the group began to speak. He was fully absorbed in the meeting, discussing strategies and plans, his thoughts still occasionally drifting to me.

Time skips next afternoon:

jungkook had been busy the whole day, attending to his Mafia business and dealing with the recent threats.

Meanwhile, I woke up in the bedroom, still feeling weak and exhausted from the previous night's events. I looked around and saw that jungkook was not there, and I felt a sense of relief that I had some time alone for myself. the afternoon sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the room with a warm, golden glow. I sat on the edge of the bed, curled up and looking out the window. The house was quiet and still, and I was alone for a while, giving me some much-needed time to gather my thoughts and take a moment to breathe.

The thought of jungkook returning soon made me feel scared and tremble, and I knew that I was in for another round of his dominant behavior and possessive attitude. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself and mentally prepare for his return. I knew that I couldn't handle more of his dominant behavior but I also couldn't run or escape as I was bearing the consequences of my previous attempt until now. I just sat there quietly my head down on my knees my arms wrapped around it.

Time skips 5 pm:

I was still sitting there not having a single bite whole day and not moving. my stomach growled with hunger, begging for sustenance, but I was too consumed by my emotions and fears to care about my physical needs. After some time I heard the car sound indicating the arrival of jungkook. My body started to tremble and I was filled with fear at the thought of facing his dominance and controlling behavior again. I had no energy but there was nothing I could do. I couldn't even protest because it would only make things worse for myself so I just sat there in silence

As if on cue, the sound of the front door opening echoed through the house, followed by the familiar footsteps approaching the bedroom. I held my breath, a mix of fear and resignation washing over me as I listened to him getting closer and closer to the bedroom door.

Jungkook opens the door and steps into the bedroom. his sharp, menacing presence immediately fills the room, and he notices me sitting in a curled-up position with my head down. His eyes rake over me, taking in my tired and defeated appearance, and a mixture of satisfaction and domination crosses his face. I didn't bother looking up because no matter what I did he would never be pleased. I was a puppet for him to control. So I just sit there silently.

Jungkook stepped closer to me, his footsteps echoing in the room. he towered over me, his figure towering over my small, curled-up frame. he tilted my chin up with his finger, forcing me to look up at him. "I've been gone all day and this is the welcome I get?" he asked, his voice oozing dominance and control. I looked up at him. Not knowing what to say or what to do

Jungkook looked into my eyes, clearly not pleased with my lack of response. he crossed his arms and looked down at me with a stern expression. "I asked you a question," he said, his voice firm, and commanding. "I don't appreciate you ignoring me, pet."

I flinched badly at his commanding tone. "Wh-what should I say?" I shuttered. Jungkook saw me flinch, and a flicker of satisfaction crossed his face. He enjoyed seeing me scared and submissive. "What should u say?" he echoed back to me. "Maybe 'Welcome home, sir' would be a good start. you remember your manners, don't you, my little pet?"

I looked at him. And gather the courage to speak. "Wel...come home. S-sir." I said in a low voice. Jungkook's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he heard me speak. he enjoyed my submission and obedience. "That's more like it," he says, his voice laced with a hint of approval. "I'm glad u still remember ur manners, my little one." he stepped closer to me and reached out to gently caress my face. his touch is surprisingly gentle, but there's an underlying possessiveness in his action. "You've been sitting here all day, haven't you?" he asked, his fingers caressing my chin and jawline. I nodded. Jungkook smiles slightly, satisfied with my response. He continued to caress my jaw with his fingers, his touch both gentle and possessive. "Good," he says. "I like it when you stay in place like a good pet."

He reached out and gently lifted my chin up so that my face is angled up towards him, his eyes meeting mine. he looked down at me with a mix of domination and control in his gaze. "my little one, have u eaten anything all day?" he asked, his voice deceptively gentle. I nodded no.

Jungkook's expression darkened slightly, and he let out a soft sigh. "Tsk tsk," he said, "You should have eaten something, pet. You can't just sit here, starving yourself all day." he stepped back, his hands moving to his hips as he looked down at me with a slight frown. He pauses for a beat, then suddenly steps forward again, his fingers reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair away from my face. "No wonder you look so weak and exhausted," he mutters, his voice a mixture of concern and dominance.

"I didn't have...an appetite."  I said in a low voice. Jungkook's frown deepens as he heared my response. He knew that I hadn't been eating, and it annoyed him. "That's not an excuse, my little one," he says, his tone firm. "I expect you to take care of yourself, even if you 'don't have an appetite.' you need to eat to stay healthy and strong, and you're not doing that."

'So you can take more control over me ' I thought in my mind. "I was too weak to move so I just sit here." I said. "Besides you already forbid me from leaving the room without your permission."

TO BE CONTINUED...

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