DEVIL'S CAGE

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Song for the chapter : PRISONER BY RAPHEAL LAKE 

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"I am Jeon Jungkook"

Anya's eyes widened, her blood ran cold. Suddenly she remembered who he was, what he did, how dangerous he was. The sheer magnitude of the situation she was in finally hit her.

Her heart was like a bird trapped in a cage, beating to escape its doom.

"Y....You... ki...killed that man", she managed to stutter out, her voice barely above whisper.

Jungkook  smiled, it was a small upturn of his lips, but it was sinister. It didn't reach his eyes.

"Very good," he nodded slightly, "You do know about me then"

Anya's heart missed a beat as she looked at the cold, cruel smile on his face. Her mind was reeling, thoughts were churning at high speed. She was suddenly more scared than before, if that was even possible.

She pushed herself against the wall, folding knees to her chest.

Jungkook's eyes locked on her, studying her every reaction. He smirked, seeing her trying to make herself small against the wall. It amused him, her fear, her helplessness.

"So I'll ask you again," he said, his tone suddenly more threatening, "How do you know Alexi?"

Tears were welling up in Anya's eyes, but she tried her best to stay calm, to think.

"I t...told you. I don't know him...I don't know who he is", her voice was shaky.

Jungkook her leaned back, his gaze still fixed on her, the amusement suddenly gone from his eyes.

"Wrong answer," he said, his voice cold again.

He lifted his hand, gesturing something to his man standing behind him, "Untie her hands"

Anya's heart skipped a beat, fear mixing with confusion. What was he going to do?

As soon as his man unbound her hands, Anya winced. Her wrists were raw and bruised from the tight cuffs. She cradled them against her chest, the pain making her eyes tear up more.

Jungkook watched her silently for a moment, his gaze still intense, then he grabbed her wrist, jerked her body forward.

The sudden movement made Anya gasp. She tried to resist as he pulled her closer, but she was no match for him, and her body yanked forward. She was now practically sitting right in front of him on the floor.

He didn't let go of her, his hand on her wrist was firm and tight, lifted his other hand to his man who handed him a knife.

Anya's eyes widened at the sight of the blade, her breath hitched in her throat. Fear gripped her gut, she tried to pull her wrist out of his grip again, though he held firmly.