Me And The Devil

The devil's delight

Yn's pov:

Jimin's words kept ringing in my mind , his sensual touches , they don't excite me anymore, instead I feel disgust by his touches, by him, by his venomous words.

Files were felt heavy in my hold, I fell on the ground gasping. I had enough,

did I mistranslate actions of Jungkook? The way he makes me feel, never I did feel in that way, his presence is enough to give me strength, to touch my soul with Peace. I have no idea what would I do , if he doesn't feel the same way as me ?

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                          Author's pov:

The opulent table, adorned with
delectable dishes and a vase of blooming white roses, was a stark contrast to the chilling atmosphere.

Jungkook's eyes, fixed on Rose, held a sinister gleam.

"Tell me, Rose," he taunted, "how does it taste?"

Rose remained silent, her gaze empty. Jungkook, growing impatient, pulled her closer by the chair and exclaimed dramatically with a playful grin,

"Oh, god, I forgot to untie your hands! Why didn't tell me, hu? "

His face turning into a worried one while his fingers were tapped against his soft cheek. After thinking hard for a while, a sinister smile broke across his face as he announced,
"I'll feed you myself."

Rose's lifeless eyes bore into Jungkook. She was nothing but a shell of her former self, her spirit shattered by his cruel actions.

As he announced, who is she to deny ?

Rose Martin, his first love, whom Jungkook loved with utmost passion, for whom he poured his heart out.All she made him learn , good ones are never appreciated .

Her one mistake had plunged her into this nightmarish reality. If only she had known the true depths of his darkness, she would even fear with this thought. But, alas!!

Jungkook gestured for her to open her mouth, and she complied, her movements mechanical.

"Good girl," he purred. "Eat well, babe. It's gonna be your last meal ever."

After feeding her, Jungkook cleaned her with gentle, almost caressing touches.

Her hopeless eyes were on him , she doesn't know what she feels for him  or does even she feel anything for him?

"Go, babe," he said, "go,sit on the bed."

Rose stood, the chains on her ankles clanking ominously. Jungkook followed, settling behind her. He ran his fingers through her hair, smoothing it until she resembled a lifeless doll.

  Indeed, a doll, who is devoid of all emotions, with whom you can play the way you want.

"Perfect," he murmured, a satisfied glint in his eye. "Just like when we first met.
"Come, babe,give your master a tight hug, a last one."

Rose's eyes flickered with a spark of defiance. Jungkook, delighted by her reaction, he wanted to see her getting mad . He laughed  taunting her,

"Ah, my love is coming back to life. Opps,my mistake. Ex lover, isn't it ?"

He taunted her that pulled out a frustrated look on her dull face . Her eyes were digging hole into him, just if she had just one little chance, she wouldn't hesitate to kill him, to destroy him. But, she.... She was helpless. Her burning eyes now got replaced with tears which were threatened to fall. Her shackled step echoed as she closed the gap between them .

But then, Rose's plea was filled with desperation. "Please, let me go. I won't do it again."

"Doing what?"
He sounded like he didn't know what she was talking about.

" Yes-- yes, I was wrong. I wouldn't cheat on you, please, have mercy on me ."

Jungkook's hand reached her face and gripped tightly on her chin. "Regret it, do you? You dared to betray me. You thought you would cheat on me and I won't get it.Such a fool."

Rose's chains clanged as she pleaded, her voice filled with desperation. "Please, forgive me. I'll spend the rest of my life as your slave. Just let me go. It's has been four years, I repent my acts , pls, spare me."

Jungkook stood, his gaze cold and calculating. "I had decided to release you," he said, his voice dripping with irony. "But it seems you've earned a different fate."

He roughly took a fistful of her hair, she hissed in intense pain, tears welled up but his anger was palpable, he didn't leave her rather pulling her hair with more force, "How dare you make a sound? You frightened my lady, my yn. She doubted me because of you. How can I forgive you after that?"

Rose was trembling badly, tears streaming down her face, washing away the makeup he had applied.

Jungkook stood up ,hands slided into Pocket,

"You were the first woman to love me," Jungkook continued, his voice softening slightly. "Even if it was fleeting."

A flicker of hope ignited in Rose's heart. She looked at him with pleading eyes.

"I'll set you free," he said, his words a cruel mockery. "Forever."

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The room was filled with Rose's screams as Jungkook began to torture her.
He was engrossed with his evil pleasure, in plucking out her teeth.
His face was painted with the thin droplets of her blood, he was looking like the grim reaper to her. The chains clanged, a macabre symphony accompanying her suffering.

Jungkook stood, a satisfied smile on his face.
He held up a necklace he had crafted from her teeth. The bloodshot eyes were sealed on his own art, " look, rose, it came out so beautifully, do you love it ? "

The half opened,heavy eyes had a glance of the devil, her vocalcord lost its sound . Blood was oozing out from her mouth flooding her white dress with crimson paint but Jungkook didn't bother to think about her at all. Her eyes were struggling to remain open , all she saw Jungkook coming closer to her with the surgical thread .

Her body was getting shivers with his feather touches , his fingers lightly tracing her delicate feature from her cheek down to her collarbone that stopped at neck.

" You are making me soak,babe, with blood", the whisper was a taunting threat.

Her numb body could realize what he gonna do when the thread was wrapped around her neck.
The grip tightened, pulling out her soul. Her feets were jerking , the clanging of chains were at peak illustrating her winch against his cruel torture and at last , it stopped.

Later......( At afternoon)

Jungkook strolled through his garden of white roses, the petals glistening in the sunlight. The serene atmosphere was a stark contrast to the horror he had inflicted.

He slid into his car, a smug expression on his face.

"No one will frighten you again, my cute pufferfish."

The garden of tranquility had its sole reason of creation, the real rose, " Rose Martin ", rested for the rest of life here. The so called garden got a new soul to bear ......