Hello......
This is my first ever ff, English is not my native language at all so if you find any kind of grammatical or spelling mistake then avoid it.
This story contains.
* manipulation.
* male dominance.
* violence.
* sexual assault 🔞
* trigger...
After jungkook left y/n stared to cry her heart out, she feels suffocating in that room now, she doesn't want to stay there nor with him, she just wants to go to her normal life again, where everyone loves her unlike him who always hurts her, mentally and physically.
Y/n: why are you doing this to me... why... I hate you!!.. I hate you...
Just then the words of jungkook from earlier starts to ring in her head like a bell.
Jungkook: if you ever dare to step out of this mansion again... I swear I'll make you regrate on your existence. You are mine, no one can snatch you away from me, not even you.
" YOU ARE CAGED IN THIS DEVIL'S HELL FROM WHICH YOU CAN NEVER ESCAPE. GET THAT IN YOUR HEAD "
She closed her both ears by pressing her palms on it and shut her eyes too, as if she didn't wanted to see or hear anything and just cried like that.
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Jungkook stepped out of the room, closing the door behind him with a deliberate click that echoed down the dim corridor. The muffled voices of the y/n's crying faded into silence as he walked down the dark corridor. Each step was measured, his expression calm, almost chillingly oddly opposite to the way he behaved five minutes ago.
Calmness enveloped him like a shroud, yet beneath it lay a darkness far deeper than anyone could fathom.
The corridor stretched before him, cloaked in darkness, the walls absorbing any trace of light. Each step he took resonated against the silence, a reminder of his authority in this desolate space. He approached a heavy door at the end of the corridor, one that was forbidden to others. He pushed it open, revealing a room so dark it felt alive.
The walls were painted a deep gray, and heavy curtains shrouded any hope of brightness. Yet, amidst this oppressive gloom, the paintings on the walls glimmered like stars in a void. Each one depicted the same strikingly beauty of y/n, immortalized through his brush, her beauty both captivating and haunting. He moved further inside, the silence amplifying his presence, marking him as the master of this realm.
Jungkook moved deeper into the room, his footsteps echoing in the suffocating stillness. He stood in the center, his gaze sweeping over the portraits with an almost reverent intensity. Each image drew him in, igniting a sense of longing as he admired the beauty of his obsession.
Finally, his eyes settled on the largest painting, and for a fleeting moment, his expression flickered. A glimmer of madness danced across his features, as if he were caught in a trance. His lips curled into an abnormal smirk, and then he erupted into laughter, a sound that filled the dark room with an unsettling energy.
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The laughter echoed off the walls, rising and falling in intensity until it abruptly ceased. A heavy silence reclaimed the room as he turned his gaze back to the painting.
