"you are only mine babygirl you can't escape from me you are mine to love mine to fuck mine to destroy all your body and soul mind and heart is mine little girl got it " the male said
Jeon jungkook is a rich billionaire in the country and under gro...
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“Jeon Jungkook!” I cried out, my voice ringing out loud and clear, echoing through the stillness around us. The sound of his name hung in the air, almost tangible, as I felt the weight of his intense gaze fix on me, unyielding and piercing. His dark eyes held mine with an intensity that seemed to reach into my very soul, pulling me in and leaving me breathless, heart racing .
The atmosphere was thick with tension, his piercing gaze locking onto mine with an intensity that made my pulse race. His lips curled into a knowing smirk as he casually toyed with the gun, spinning it lightly in his hands, as if it were just a plaything. His men, clad in black and exuding a menacing silence, formed an unyielding circle around me. I felt trapped, like a wild animal caught in a cage, with nowhere to run.
My steps faltered as I stumbled back, desperation pushing me even as I struggled to find footing. He moved closer, each step deliberate and predatory, as if savoring the chase. My heart hammered wildly, each beat echoing with raw fear that clawed at my insides. His gaze alone was enough to unravel me, sharp and unforgiving, and before I could stop myself, tears welled in my eyes, blurring the world around me. It was as if his very presence stripped away any hope of escape, leaving me exposed, vulnerable, and utterly at his mercy.
He stopped just inches away, his smirk widening as he leaned in, his voice low and taunting. "Say, babygirl, did you miss me?" The words dripped with dark amusement, making my skin prickle. I choked back a sob as fresh tears brimmed in my eyes, the intensity of his gaze never wavering. With a swift, calculated movement, he closed the distance, trapping me between the cold, unforgiving wall and his broad chest. I could feel the heat radiating from him, his proximity overwhelming, leaving me breathless and powerless, his presence a cage I couldn’t escape.
In a desperate attempt, my trembling hands pressed against his chest, trying to push him away, but he didn’t budge—not even an inch. His strength was unyielding, a solid wall of defiance against my weak resistance. My heart sank as I realized the futility, every ounce of courage slipping through my fingers like sand. Silently, I prayed, pleading for an escape, for a miracle to free me from this living nightmare. But his smirk only grew, as if he could sense my fear, feeding off of it, his gaze a dark reminder that there was no one to hear my silent cries for mercy.
Without warning, a sharp, blinding pain tore through me as he pulled the trigger, the gunshot echoing in the enclosed space. I cried out, my voice raw and desperate, "No, no... please! Leave me alone! Why are you doing this?" My words broke as the pain intensified, radiating through my entire body. Tears streamed down my face as I gasped for breath, my voice cracking, "It hurts... please, stop." But his cold expression didn't waver, and I realized, in that chilling moment, he had no intention of showing mercy.
“Please… leave me!” I screamed, my voice breaking as agony ripped through me, the pain from the bullet searing into my body. The disbelief clawed at my mind, a frantic, desperate hope that this wasn’t real. “No… this can’t be happening,” I whispered, terror flooding me as my hand instinctively went to my stomach. “I can’t… I can’t die. Not now.” A sob escaped as my trembling fingers cradled the life growing within me. “Please… I have a baby,” I pleaded, my voice barely a whisper. The thought of my unborn child gave me a final surge of strength, a fierce desperation to survive—for both of us.
