Hello......
This is my first ever ff, English is not my native language at all so if you find any kind of grammatical or spelling mistake then avoid it.
This story contains.
* manipulation.
* male dominance.
* violence.
* sexual assault 🔞
* trigger...
The cold, damp air of the basement clung to Yn's skin as she sat on the only chair in the room. The stench of decay and filth filled the air, mixing with the suffocating silence. She hugged her knees tightly, her face buried in the fabric of her torn dress, trembling with a mix of fear and exhaustion. Her body ached from the time spent on the hard, unforgiving chair, her limbs stiff from lack of movement, but it was nothing compared to the emotional torment that weighed on her heart.
Her tears had long since dried, leaving streaks of salt and dirt on her skin. The little light filtering through the cracks in the basement door barely illuminated the room, casting shadows that seemed to grow larger and more sinister with each passing moment. Rats scurried across the floor, their presence another reminder of her helplessness. But she no longer cared about them. She only cared about what was left of her dignity, now reduced to nothing but an empty shell.
She had pleaded with him, begged for mercy, but he had not listened. He had only looked at her with cold, calculating eyes before slamming the door shut behind him.
The sound of the door creaking open pulled Yn from her daze. She barely registered it as she sat there, her mind numb, too exhausted to care about anything anymore. A figure entered the room. She didn't need to look up to know who it was. His presence filled the space, an oppressive weight that made her heart race.
Jungkook, The one who had done this to her. The one who had taken her away from everything she had, she knew. His dark eyes were fixed on her, taking in the pitiful sight she had become.
He moved closer, his footsteps slow and deliberate, each one echoing in the empty room. He stood in front of her now, his dark eyes fixed on her trembling form. He studied her, his gaze intense, like a predator surveying its prey. Her clothes were filthy, stained with dirt and the remnants of something more sinister. Her once-perfect hair was matted, sticking to her face in messy strands. The deep red stains on her arms and legs. His frown deepened as he processed the scene before him, and then, realization hit. It wasn't her blood.
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She was looking so tiny and vulnerable. Something flickered in his eyes, his gaze softened for the briefest moment, but he shrugged it almost immediately. He wasn't here to comfort her.
Slowly, he took a step toward her, his movements deliberate and calculated. His hand reached out, brushing her hair aside, the touch sending a shudder through her body.
The moment his fingers made contact, YN flinched violently, snapping her head up to look at him, wide-eyed and full of fear. Their gazes locked, her terror palpable, while his expression remained unreadable, cold as ever. Her skin was pale, tears streaking her face in a dried-up trail of misery, and fresh tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at him, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
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