"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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The dark floor was smeared with deep crimson, the blood pooling and spreading in jagged patterns, staining everything in its path. It was as if the very ground beneath us was swallowing the pain, bearing witness to the horror that had just unfolded. The walls, once quiet and cold, seemed to reverberate with an ominous energy, a suffocating darkness that filled the air with dread and despair.
The hall was thick with silence, broken only by my loud, aching cries that echoed and lingered, each sob twisting deeper into the shadows that had overtaken the space. The maids stood frozen, their eyes wide with terror and disbelief. They were rooted in place, unable to tear their gazes away from the grisly scene.
before them, yet too shocked to move or react.
Each of them had seen glimpses of the darkness in this house before, but nothing had prepared them for this. The blood on the floor, the shattered sobs, and the lifeless body in my arms-all of it painted a picture too raw, too brutal to comprehend. They whispered to one another, their hands covering their mouths, but no one dared to step closer, as if the very air was tainted.
Every corner of the room seemed to pulse with the aftermath of violence, a dark energy that hung heavy and cold. The once-familiar walls now felt foreign and menacing, illuminated by nothing but the shadows that seemed to growlonger, deeper, feeding off the despair that filled the space.
In that moment, the house felt haunted, not by ghosts, but by the weight of betrayal, heartbreak, and blood. And in the center of it all, I held my mother, my cries piercing the silence, a lone sound of grief that seemed to etch itself into the walls, marking the space forever.
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My loud, broken sobs echoed through the hall, filling every corner with the sound of my grief and fury. Tears blurred my vision, but even through them, I could see him standing there-the man who had just ripped away the one person who had always stood by me. My mother lay lifeless in my arms, her warmth fading, and all I could do was watch as the monster who had done this looked on, unflinching.
Rage surged through me, boiling and blistering, igniting a fire within me that roared louder than my grief. My body shook, my hands clenched tightly around my mother, but my gaze was locked on him, a fury building so fierce it felt as though it would consume me.
How could he stand there so calmly, as if he hadn't just destroyed everything? My blood burned with the force of my anger, my heart pounding against my ribs like a caged beast. Every fiber of my being screamed for revenge, for justice, for something to end this nightmare he had forced upon me.
"You..." I whispered, my voice barely recognizable through the venom that filled it. "How could you?" Each word seethed with the fire that clawed inside me, desperate to break free.
