Silent Vows

Part 46

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This chapter contains sensitive themes, including mentions of blood and trauma. Please proceed only if you feel comfortable engaging with such content 💌

Smoke curled lazily from the cigarette between his fingers, its ghostly trail spiraling toward the ceiling.

A single step back, his boots pressed against the floor with a heavy thud that echoed through the silence, mingling with frantic heartbeats and the soft, futile rustle of rope as the two captives struggled in vain.

“I should’ve ended you the moment you crossed me in business,” Jungkook said, his voice cold and deliberate, eerily calm.

He crouched beside a metal case, retrieving a familiar scalpel, the same one from earlier, twirling it effortlessly between his fingers.

The cigarette hit the floor, crushed beneath his heel without a glance.

“You touched my wife…” His voice reverberated through the room, deep and venomous, feeding the rising terror in the air.

“I—I didn’t. I swear. It was her plan. She said if we worked together, we’d reach our goals faster. Yn was just leverage—”

His sentence shattered mid-breath, silenced by the sudden slam of Jungkook’s fist against the table; a deafening crack that made the walls themselves seem to flinch.

“Don’t you dare,” Jungkook snarled, his eyes ablaze, hand tightening around the scalpel.

“Don’t you dare speak her name. I’ll carve that tongue out if you even think of it again.”

“Leverage…?” He stepped closer, slow, deliberate. The weight of each footfall was a warning.

“I don’t use women. I protect them. I protect what’s mine. I protect her. And I know exactly how to do that.”

He stopped just inches from Daehyun, eyes locked on him like a predator sizing up his prey.

“And if you think for a second I won’t bleed this room dry for what you’ve done, then you never knew me at all.”

Daehyun’s breath hitched, chest rising and falling in ragged desperation.

Sweat clung to his skin as his body trembled beneath the weight of chains and ropes.

His wide, fearful eyes tracked Jungkook’s slow approach like a cornered animal sensing death.

“You know what I love about flesh?”

Jungkook murmured, crouching low until their eyes met. A slow, sinister smirk tugged at his lips.

“It remembers pain longer than the mind.”

And with that, the scalpel kissed skin; swift, merciless. A clean, slicing arc.

Blood bloomed instantly, fresh and vivid, as Daehyun’s scream tore through the room, raw and agonized.

Sophia flinched, eyes flying open in horror. She recoiled instinctively, her bound hands twitching against the ropes.

Panic surged through her as the scream echoed off the walls.

But what terrified her more wasn’t the blood, it was the quiet chuckle that followed.

Jungkook straightened, running a hand through his hair with unsettling calm.

His smirk hadn’t faded, it had deepened. And in that moment, she saw it. This wasn’t just rage anymore.

He was enjoying it.

Every second of it.

Then, slowly, he turned his attention to her. Each step toward her was deliberate, soaked in menace.