UNLOVED WIFE

66. PREMIUM

Alright, cutie patooties, warm up that mouth and those fingers to type, 'cause you’re about to curse a lot in this chapter...

A week later, Taehyung was dragged to Cha's office again. He had fought as hard as he could, his weak body shaking and struggling to not go there.

But the owner’s response was cruel. He beat Taehyung mercilessly, leaving him bruised, bloodied not to forgot he ordered his guards to rape him without any break now he is too weak to fight anymore, they covered his scars with makeup and forced him to sit in the car.

It was evening and now, he was standing at the door of Cha’s office, held tightly by the brothel workers so he couldn’t escape.

Their grips were strong, like iron chains around him. Taehyung’s chest rose and fell quickly as he stared at the door, fear filling his entire body.

He wanted to run, to hide, but there was no way out. His heart pounded loudly, the sound almost deafening in the quiet hallway.
The gate opened, and there at the cabin was sitting Cha.

A sinister smirk spread across his face as Taehyung arrived. Without hesitation, he ordered the worker to wrench Taehyung’s hands behind his back, binding them tightly with cuffs.

As if that humiliation wasn’t enough, a leash was fastened around his neck, and he was tied down like a mere animal—stripped of dignity, left to endure the torment.

And that bastard again raped him mercilessly
He made Taehyung his office pet, offering him to his colleagues, and subordinates as cum dumpster in break times.

One thing that set this corporation apart was its unyielding secrecy—what happened within these walls never escaped them.

Not a single whisper about Cha’s “pet” ever left anyone’s lips, because someone was making sure everyone stayed silent, using strict and harsh methods that didn’t allow anyone to disclose any information about this pet.

And not everyone in the corporation was allowed; only the trusted ones were invited to "play" with this pet.

Others were completely unaware of the office pet's existence, as he was always brought in through the most secretive and hidden routes.

Months went by since he was forced into these acts, and each day felt like it broke him a little more. His soul felt hollow, barely holding together, while his dignity lay in ruins, ripped apart and scattered like it was nothing.

It was the afterparty at the corporation, and Cha brought his one new Russian friend to show him his “toy.”

He opened the door to the hall, and the air was thick with smoke, making it hard to see clearly. The smell of alcohol and cigarettes filled the room.

Through the haze, Cha saw his colleagues gathered around the waiter. They were laughing and having fun, treating him like an object instead of a person. Cha watched the scene with a sly smirk, proud of the show unfolding before him.

The waiter was none other but Taehyung. His neck was chained with a leash, his shirt was torn open with no buttons left. Those bastards tore it so he couldn't button it, and his panty was resting on the floor, torn in shreds.

He was moving lifelessly, as they forced him to serve them drinks, treating him like he was nothing but an object for their amusement.

Cha remarks "You again tore his panties" and sighed his friend's jaw dropped at Taehyung's beauty now and Taehyung felt this disgusting stare at himself.

"What is the need for him to wear panties? It only adds the hassle of removing them roaming butt naked  suits him"  the colleague replied and everyone laughed there.