Attraction to obsession

his twisted care

Yn lay on her bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, her eyes raw from the hours of relentless crying. The pain in her heart had not dulled, but her tears had stopped flowing long ago. Every part of her ached-emotionally and physically. She wanted to forget, to erase the events that had tortured her, but the stinging pain in her lower body reminded her with cruel persistence of everything she had endured. It folded back into her mind, every suffering moment, every hurtful word, every twisted act.

Flashback

Jungkook: I let you rest doesn't mean I'm done with you, kitten.

He had said, his voice low, menacing as he hovered over her.

Yn's heart skipped a beat. She could barely comprehend his words.

Yn: W-what?.

She asked, her voice barely above a whisper, full of disbelief.

Jungkook chuckled, his breath hot against her ear.

Jungkook: If you behave like an obedient one, I promise, you'll be rewarded.

He said, his gaze locking with hers.

Tears began to pool in her eyes again. She didn't want to endure this. She didn't want to feel the same crushing pain again, but she had no courage left to stop him. No strength to say no. She had been broken before, and she feared the consequences of defying him. So, with a heart heavy with dread, she closed her eyes and surrendered.

Back to the present

The door creaked open, snapping Yn out of her dark thoughts. Her eyes darted to the entrance, heart racing, only to be met with relief when she saw Ms. Eunji enter the room. Jungkook was nowhere in sight, and for that, Yn felt a fleeting moment of peace. The silence that followed his absence was a temporary reprieve, a break from the constant anxiety that gnawed at her soul. When she had woken up earlier, she had found herself alone. A small, bittersweet comfort. She didn't want to face him again-not after what had happened last night. Not after he had forced her again, humiliated her again. She couldn't bear the thought of seeing his face. Not now. Not ever again. Though it was impossible she hoped not now at least.

The door creaked open, and Yn's gaze flicked toward it. Her heart beat faster, but relief washed over her when she saw Ms. Eunji enter the room. Yn turned her head away, staring blankly into space. JK wasn't there. Thank God. He was gone, and with him, the oppressive sense of humiliation and dread that had been suffocating her. She didn't want to face him-couldn't face him. She had just endured the worst night of her life, and the thought of seeing him again only made her stomach churn with anxiety.

Ms. Eunji had come in and seen the signs of Yn's suffering. She understood, though the pain it caused her to see Yn like this was unbearable. She slowly walked over to the table, setting down bowls and dresses she had brought for Yn. Then, she approached the girl who seemed lost in her own dark world. Gently, she placed her hand on Yn's shoulder.

Yn flinched, her body tensing in panic, her breath quickening. Ms. Eunji froze in shock, startled by the intensity of her reaction.

Eunji: yn!, dear, it's me.

She said softly, trying to calm her.

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Ms. Eunji managed to help Yn get to the bathroom, assisting her with whatever she needed. Yn didn't speak, didn't resist. She was too weak, physically and emotionally, to protest. Her body, sore and drained, could hardly function without assistance. When she returned to the bed, she remained silent, her mind adrift in painful memories. The past two weeks had stolen so much from her-her strength, her appetite, her peace of mind. She had lost so much weight, and her skin had become pale from lack of food and the torment she had endured.