Clandestine Vow //Taehyung X Reader | 18+

Chapter 26: What the fuck are you doing?! (Smut warning🚫)

⚠️🔥 Smut Content Warning 🔥⚠️
This scene contains explicit sexual content, intense themes, and graphic language. Reader discretion is highly advised. 🚫

Yoo-seon's POV

They held my arms tightly, dragging us down the hallway along with the other girls. I saw the keys in Sang Woo's hands.

But I was still terrified. What if he caught me? It was a do-or-die situation, and honestly, I didn't care if they killed me. I was just... tired of this. Maybe freedom could only come in death.

Sera walked beside me. I caught her eye briefly and gave her a small hint—we had already discussed the plan earlier when Y/n was asleep. She knew exactly what needed to be done.

"I'll go with Sang-woo," I mouthed to her silently.

Sang-woo's glanced in our direction, but maybe he didn't listen what I said.

"Today, you're very lucky," Sang-woo sneered. "Your favorite master is coming. Hao Chen is back."

Hao Chen.

I bit the inside of my cheek. Favorite? That was the cruelest joke of all. He was the one who took my virginity. That man who didn't see me as 16 years old girl 6 years ago.

Hao Chen didn't just rape me; that monster had stripped away every piece of me when he took me for the first time, and he never stopped reminding me how much he enjoyed it.

My stomach twisted at the memory of his voice, which haunted my nights, his hands... God, his hands. They'd touched me in places that no amount of scrubbing could cleanse. I couldn't go to him tonight. I couldn't survive another session with him.

I clenched my jaw, steadying my breathing. I needed to get into that room with Sang-woo. Not with Hao Chen, not with any of the other monsters here.

As Sang-woo pulled me toward the cell where Hao Chen would show up any moment, I stumbled a little. He tugged on my arm sharply.

"What's your problem, bitch?" he snapped.

I tilted my head, forcing myself to look at him through my lashes, pretending I wasn't disgusted. "Hao Chen's back, huh?" I said, almost teasing.

Sang-woo's eyes narrowed, looking suspicious. "Yeah. So what?"

I licked my lips, hoping he wouldn't notice how my hands were shaking. "He doesn't deserve me."

That got his attention. His grip loosened for a moment as he turned to face me completely. "What did you just say?"

"I said he doesn't deserve me," I repeated, trying to smile. "I always knew you wanted me and you don't need to share me with that old sadist."

His eyes darkened, and his jaw tightened. For a second, I thought I'd said too much. But then, to my surprise, he laughed—a creepy laugh that made me shiver.

"You think you're clever, huh?" he smiled. "You're a slave here. You can't choose who you spend the night with."

I stepped closer, closing the gap between us. "I thought you might be better than Hao Chen," I whispered. "But maybe you're right, you can never satisfy a girl like he does."

His hand shot out, gripping my chin so hard it hurt. His nails bit into my skin with dangerous intent. "Careful, little whore," he hissed. "Mind those words before I rip your tongue out."

I swallowed hard, suppressing a shudder as his grip tightened. My plan was working, but it came at a dangerous cost. I had to keep his attention on me, had to make him lose focus, even if it meant risking more than I had initially bargained for.