"Why!? Why did you do it Yn!?" He asked, his voice shaking all his heart said Yn isn't that kind of a person but the truth infront of his eyes was way too clear.
"Gosh! Jungkook you are too innocent for this world. You think someone me would love y...
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"Please, Jeon, it hurts," I whispered, but he just gritted his teeth and tightened his grip further. "What about my mother?" he shouted, making me flinch as tears streamed down my face. I shut my eyes to hold them back, but it didn't help.
"I am not that Yn, I AM NOT!!! Why should I endure this pain if I'm not her? Why should I?" My silence only fueled his rage as he released my hair and gripped my neck tightly, choking me as I struggled to breathe.
"Jeo-on, you-u ca-an't do-o thi-is to-o me-e; I'm-m yo-our wife-e." I could barely get the words out while trying to pull his hand away, but he remained unfazed, only tightening his grip.
"You are mine, Yn—mine to live with and mine to kill." His words cut deep as I felt my blood flow diminishing near my neck making my face turn red. I sensed that I might not survive this day.
"Even if you claim my body as yours, my soul will never belong to you, Jeon." I gasped for air, feeling myself fading as I closed my eyes and my hold on his wrist weakened. He pushed me to the ground as I gasped for air, my lungs feeling like they were about to burst.
Then he delivered a painful slap to my cheek, kneeling down to meet my gaze, his merciless eyes locking onto mine. He struck me again, causing my face to sting, and my icy hands instinctively reached for my burning cheeks.
He seized my wrists, pulling me closer while keeping my hands away from my face. “So, you’re talking back now, huh?” he shouted, forcing me to meet his eyes.
A man shouldn't harbor such hatred toward a woman maybe it must be because I am her? A tear trickled down my chin as I glanced at him, consumed by rage. “You deserve to die a terrible death, Yn,” he said, breaking my heart.
Yes, Jungkook, I deserve to die, and you are the one entitled to take my life. I swallowed my sadness, steadied my tears, and looked at him with a blank expression. “You shouldn’t have such an easy death.” With that, he released my wrist and grabbed the knife from the table, causing me to tremble in fear as he approached me with it.
"My mother endured endless suffering because of you". He spoke in a calm voice while holding the knife, and I bowed my head in fear. He positioned the blade beneath my chin, its sharp edge grazing my skin as I gulped nervously.
"I will make you suffer," he declared, slowly guiding the knife toward my neck. My heart raced as I felt my chest rising and falling rapidly. "Until you plead for me to end your life." With that, the knife moved to my left chest area, cutting through the strap of my dress and slicing into my skin, causing me to hiss in pain as blood began to drip down.
I could feel goosebumps at the sensation of his breath against my neck. I wanted him to end my suffering quickly; this prolonged torment was unbearable. Our eyes locked, and I mustered the courage to speak, even as my words threatened to break me.
