"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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Y/n pov:
The cold, dim room sent a shiver down my spine as my eyes adjusted to the darkness. Shadows seemed to stretch across the walls, twisting and merging with the silence that weighed heavily around me. I could barely make out anything distinct, just vague shapes in the gloom.
My mind raced, piecing together fragments of memories: the puppies, the rain, the sudden fog of smoke and shadows. Then... nothing. It all went blank until now.
I hugged my arms to myself, trying to ground myself, fighting the unsettling feeling creeping through me. Everything felt wrong-off, like a nightmare I couldn't wake up from.
My ears strained, searching for any sign of life, any noise that might give me a clue to where I was. The silence was deafening, and it felt as if the shadows were pressing in closer, enveloping me.
My heartbeat pounded, echoing in my ears as I whispered softly, "Is... anyone here?"
My voice came out shaky, laced with both anger and fear, but it was met with nothing but cold silence. I blinked through the tears, struggling to keep my composure as I took in the faces of the unfamiliar men around me, their expressions unreadable and distant. The walls seemed to close in, oppressive and foreign, trapping me in this nightmare.
"Who are you? Why did you bring me here?" I demanded, my voice growing a bit stronger despite the knot of fear twisting in my stomach. "Why... why am I feeling so dizzy?" I tried to steady myself, but a heavy wave of nausea washed over me, leaving my head spinning.
No one moved to answer, their silent stares chilling me to the bone. Their stillness felt almost inhuman, as if they were statues watching my every move, waiting for... something.
My breaths grew shallow as I felt panic claw its way up. I clenched my fists, trying to keep the fear from consuming me, but I couldn't ignore the dread creeping into my heart. I struggled against the rough ropes binding me to the cold, dirty floor, the grit biting into my skin. My eyes scanned the shadows, desperate for some sense of where I was-or who was behind all of this. As I strained to focus, a figure emerged from the darkness, stepping forward with an all-too-familiar stride.
A chill ran down my spine as I recognized her. Lia.
Her intense, siren-blue eyes locked onto mine with a fierce, unsettling gaze. Those eyes alone held a deadly promise, one that was impossible to mistake. Her dark, sleek hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her sharp, beautiful face and falling just enough to reveal the delicate line of her collarbone. She looked immaculate, even menacing, in a dark green dress that hugged her figure like a second skin. Each step she took echoed through the empty hall, the sound sending shivers down my spine.
She stopped just before me, looking down with a twisted smile tugging at her lips.
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