This fucking place and you

Shit

Panting, I climbed the last steps and finally stood in front of my apartment door. I had to smile. As much as I hated living here, it is still nice to be home again. Sighing, I rummaged through my keys, but paused in surprise just before I could unlock the door, for it was already open. 

Oh no, fuck, fuck, fuck! I opened my eyes wide. Someone had been in my apartment, or maybe they still are. Panic rose within me. What should I do? Should I go downstairs again and see if Namjoon was still there? But he was probably long gone. What else should keep him here? I could understand well if he had left as quickly as possible. 

Slowly, I placed my hand on the doorknob and gently pushed against the door. It opened with a creak. I cursed inwardly. A few weeks ago, I had already noticed it, but I had always been too lazy to oil the old hinges. Right at that moment, it became my undoing, as the squeaking revealed my presence. 

When I stepped into the hallway, the smell of cigarette smoke and alcohol hit me. Carefully, I continued to creep until I entered my small, dirty living room. "Well, look who's finally coming home." I spun around. 

On the sofa opposite me sat Darren. With legs spread apart, a half-smoked cigarette in his mouth, a cheap beer bottle in his hand. His clothes were dirty, and there were still wounds, scratches, and bruises on his face and arms from the fight with Yoongi and Namjoon. It seemed as if he had broken into my apartment that very night and had waited for me here. 

He spat the cigarette butt onto the ground and stamped it out. "Whose clothes are you wearing, babe? Those aren't mine." He stood up and slowly walked towards me. "Darren, please leave me alone already. I don't want anything to do with you anymore!" I dropped Namjoon's bag on the floor and slowly backed away. 

Darren's face contorted into an aggressive grimace. "Do you have the stuff from those sons of bitches who left me in this alley? Mh? Say it already!"

He threw the beer bottle close to my head against the wall, causing it to shatter loudly and spray tiny droplets on my face. Protectively, I raised my arms and began to cry. "Darren, please! Stop it, okay? Stop!" I screamed. All my old fears came back up. 

His hands grabbed me painfully and pressed me against the wall. Through the hard impact, the air was knocked out of my lungs. Brutally, he began tearing Namjoon's clothes off me while I screamed. 

I knew it wouldn't help. 

I knew it would go faster if I stopped resisting. 

I knew it would hurt less if I gave up. 

But it hurt. 

It hurt like hell when he started sucking on the skin of my neck until purple-like spots appeared. 

It hurt like hell when he grabbed my breasts and pinched them. 

It hurt like hell when he opened his pants and thrust into me without warning. I didn't scream. I didn't move. I just let it happen. I couldn't even cry anymore. I was too dehydrated for that. Too empty. I couldn't take it anymore. 

The last thing I heard were his words: "From now on, you belong to me again, baby. From now on, you belong to me again!" His hot breath hit my face as he kissed me roughly. His tongue and hands were everywhere as he kept going. 

Then it slowly got dark.

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Listen before you judge, okay? I didn't try to write a smut chapter, so don't complain about the things written here. It should mostly be about what kind of things Darren does to Yunai.