Obsessed Boss

Chapter 15

He sneered down at me, the rage in his eyes stark against the stark white of his teeth. "You can, and you will," he said, his voice cold and unforgiving. "Because if you can't handle a simple bite, how will you handle what I have planned for you in bed?" 

The thought of what lay ahead was almost too much to bear. "I'm sorry," I whispered, the words sticking in my throat like a mouthful of sand. "It's just that... I'm not used to this. It's all so new to me."

Jungkook's expression softened, just a fraction, but it was enough to give me hope. Maybe, just maybe, he would understand. Maybe he would ease up on his relentless demands and give me the chance to adjust.

"Trust me," I whispered, my voice shaking. "I'm not doing this to annoy you. It's just... it's really hurting me."

Jungkook's gaze softened, his eyes no longer burning with anger but with something else—perhaps a flicker of understanding. "It's okay," he murmured, his voice a stark contrast to the harshness of moments before. His hand came up to caress my face, his thumb tracing the line of my cheekbone. "I know this is new for you, Taehyung," he said, his tone almost gentle. "But you have to understand, this is what I need."

I nodded, my eyes filling with tears that I desperately tried to blink away. "I know," I whispered. "I just... I'm scared."

Jungkook's expression shifted again, his features morphing from anger to something almost tender. He leaned down, his hand cupping my cheek, his thumb wiping away the salty trails on my skin. "Go and take a shower," he murmured, his voice soothing. "You'll feel better. I'll send some clothes for you to wear."

I nodded, unable to form words as the weight of his gaze remained on me. He stepped back, the space between us growing wider with every inch. "And yes," he added, his eyes never leaving mine, "I will send your dinner. Make sure you eat it. You need to gain some strength."

The implication was clear—this was just the beginning, and I was to be prepared for what was to come. As he turned to go, Jungkook's hand paused on the doorknob, and he glanced over his shoulder. "Remember," he said, his voice a low, dangerous purr, "don't try to do anything stupid." His eyes searched my face, as if looking for any sign of rebellion. "I expect you to behave like a good boy while I'm gone."

I nodded weakly, the fight draining from my body as Jungkook turned and strode out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him. The echo of the slamming door reverberated through the room, leaving me trembling and alone in the cage of my own making. I sank to the floor, my knees giving out beneath me, and buried my face in my hands. The cold reality of my situation washed over me like a frigid wave—I had accepted this, chosen it, to protect Jimin.

My mind raced with the implications of what I had agreed to. A month of servitude to Jungkook, my body at his mercy, my will bent to his desires. It was a fate worse than any nightmare, a prison of flesh and need that I had no hope of escaping. But for Jimin, I would endure. The thought of his life being snuffed out by Jungkook's cruel whims, was unbearable. Can I let him take his life? The question haunted me, a specter whispering in my ear.

Jungkook had the power to crush me, to shatter my spirit into a million pieces, and there was nothing I could do to stop him. But what could I do? The question echoed through the emptiness of the room, taunting me with its futility. I couldn't just let him take Jimin's life, not when I had a chance to prevent it. This twisted game of power and control was my penance, my way of keeping the one I loved safe.

The thought of enduring Jungkook's touch, his bites, his demands for an entire month made me want to retch. But I had made a deal with the devil, and now I had to pay the price. I had to convince him that I was willing, that I was his to command. Maybe, just maybe, if I played this right, he would keep his word and leave me in peace after this was over.