The warm water enveloped around me, as I lay still. I couldn't move; I was paralyzed.
So much blood.
There was a soothing scent of vanilla, a stark contrast to what had just happened. Rough hands cradled me as Jungkook began the process of bathing me. Each movement was deliberate, scrubbing all the dry blood off me. I couldn't look at him.
The cool cloth glided over my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. The water that was once clear now carried a red hue.
So much blood.
I needed to escape. I needed to leave him or I'll end up like her, but my legs won't move. My arms weak. I was in shock like a lead blanket weighing me down.
His room had a weird stench like there was a dead body in the other room. Each breath was a struggle. Jungkook was humming a song, while scrubbing the her blood off me. Every time I closed my eyes, all I could think about was the desperation in her eyes. She didn't deserve this.
"I'm done." He began to drain the tub, the bloody water flowing into the drain, never to be seen again. Jungkook carefully picked me up, bridal style, a towel covering my body. He gently set me down on the bed. I looked over at the spot. She was gone.
"W-where is she?" My breath shaken.
"It's best if you don't know," he said. He walked towards his dresser, picking out a comfortable outfit. "Here." He set the clothes next to me. "I'm going to shower. If you aren't here when I come back, I'll kill Elle."
I was alone when I didn't want to be alone. I quickly put on his clothes that were a couple sizes too big. This was my chance. I could run. He wouldn't even know, but Elle. I should be obedient, right?
I gazed at the door. I could make it. I could find Elle, and we could leave. Is she even alive? Questions after questions flooded my mind. I crawled over to my side of the bed, crawling into the warm sheets.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself, the fabric cradling me providing a sense of comfort. But the thought of Elle—alone and vulnerable—made me sick. I had to move. I had to find her.
I forced myself to sit up. I pushed the sheets aside, willing my body to cooperate. Every inch closer to that door felt like a small victory, a promise of freedom. A promise to protect Elle. It was now my turn.
"Where do you think you are going?"
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Twisted - JJK
FanficTo her, he's a narcissist, annoying - a friend of a friend. It wasn't until recently that she started to notice him, but even then, he was still just a friend. But in Jungkook's mind, Clementine is his only desire, and nothing will get in his way...
