DEVIL'S CAGE

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"Take off your clothes" Jungkook commanded.

Anya's breath caught in her chest and her stomach churned with terror. She'd been terrified before, but this... this was on another level.

"W...what?" she stammered, her voice trembling.

"You heard me" Jungkook said, his voice cold and harsh. He didn't move, just stood silently in front of her, his expression unreadable. "Take off your clothes"

Anya looked at him, her eyes wide, searching his face for some sign, some hint that he wasn't serious. But there was nothing, just a hard, emotionless expression on his face. Her hand automatically clutched on her top against her chest.

"N...N....No", She stammered shaking her head.

"No?" Jungkook echoed, his voice even more cold and hard than before.

His face darkened, his eyes narrowing as her fingers clutched her top.

Anya shrinked herself back against the wall watching him stepping toward her.

Her heart pounded furiously in her chest as he closed the distance between them, his eyes never leaving hers. 

Jungkook placed one hand on the wall beside her head again, trapping her between him and the wall. The size difference between them was stark, he was towering over her, making her feel small and helpless.

Anya pressed herself back against the wall, her body trembling, her eyes wide and pleading.

Jungkook's gaze was intense as it bore into hers. He was so close that she could see the small flecks of gold in his dark eyes, the way his jaw clenched, the muscles in his arms tensed, everything about him screamed control and strength, and the realization hit her hard that he was the most terrifying thing she'd ever encountered.

"Take... your... clothes... off", he repeated, his voice a deep, commanding whisper. "Or you want me to do this"

There was a threatening edge to his tone like a promise of pain if she didn't comply. She was suddenly aware of his hand, the one resting a few centimeters away from her head, how easily he could grab her now, and the terror it sent through her was paralyzing.

"Please, don't....don't please, don't" she pleaded, her voice little more than a desperate whimper.

A single tear escaped her eye, and slid down her cheek.

Jungkook's gaze flickered down to the tear on her cheek, his eyes hardening further. His hand, the one resting so close to her head, curled into a fist. He was like a statue, except for the slight twitch of his jaw.

"Last Chance" he said, his voice still a deep and menacing.

His voice sent chills through her. She was trapped, her heart racing, fear making it hard to breathe. She wanted to scream, to kick, to fight but she knew it wouldn't do her any good.

"Please... " Anya tried again, her voice shaky and filled with terror "D....Don't"

Jungkook's eyes darkened, his expression hardening, the patience that he was showing before gone. His hand suddenly shot out, grabbing the hem of her white dirty top, the material crunching as he pulled it off her head in swift motion.