"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’s POV
My teary eyes darted around, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. The cold, hard ground I’d been laying on earlier was gone, replaced by something smoother but no less chilling. My chest rose and fell unevenly, and my breath hitched as I tried to make sense of where I was now.
The walls around me loomed tall, coated in peeling paint and streaked with grime. They felt cold, hostile—just like the air that wrapped itself around me. A dim light flickered overhead, casting eerie shadows that danced across the room. My body ached, every movement a reminder of the ropes that had left their marks on my skin.
I closed my eyes for a brief second, trying to block out the fear bubbling in my chest. The sounds of distant footsteps echoed faintly through the walls, and I couldn’t help but wonder if they were coming for me—or if they already had plans to leave me here forever.
"Where am I now?" I muttered under my breath, my voice hoarse and barely audible. My hands trembled as I tried to push myself upright, but my strength wavered. The weight of exhaustion pressed down on me, heavier than the fear that clouded my mind.
For a moment, I allowed myself to linger in the quiet, hoping against hope that someone—anyone—would come bursting through the door to save me. But as the seconds stretched into what felt like hours, the realization crept in: I might be truly alone in this unfamiliar place.
Yet, somewhere deep inside me, a flicker of hope remained. Oppa… Hoseok… please, find me. I can’t do this alone.
I clenched my fists, trying to summon the courage to think of a way out. The unfamiliarity of my surroundings didn’t just intimidate me—it reminded me that there was still a fight left in me. Whatever lay ahead, I wasn’t going to give up. Not for me. Not for my baby.
My eyes flickered down to my clothes, torn and filthy, clinging to my body like a reminder of my helpless state. Dirt stained the once-clean fabric, and I shuddered at the sight of myself, feeling a wave of shame and despair. My stomach let out a loud, agonizing growl, the emptiness gnawing at me like a cruel enemy.
I pressed my hand against my abdomen, hoping to calm the ache, but it only reminded me of my fragile state. My lips quivered as I whispered, "Ahhh... oh God, please... somebody help me. I can’t be here anymore."
My voice echoed faintly, swallowed up by the vast, silent hall around me. The despair in my plea only grew sharper when I realized there was no one to answer me—only the shadowy figures stationed at the corners of the room. They stood like statues, unmoving and intimidating, their watchful eyes piercing through the dim light.
I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to protect what little of me I could. The reality of my situation pressed down harder than ever. No escape. No comfort. Just the haunting presence of these strangers and the overwhelming hunger that clawed at my insides.
Tears welled up in my eyes again, but I blinked them back, refusing to let them fall. Crying won’t help. Begging won’t save me. I have to think. I have to survive—for me, for my baby.
