Protect Me|JungkookxBTS

Epilogue

Jungkook waited for his orders in the center of an almost empty room, the only piece of furniture being the metal table lined with toys. Jungkook's breathing was labored as he listened for the familiar footsteps or the squeak of the door. He hates this part, hates the waiting, the anticipation of what's to come. It's mental torture that builds up to the psychical torture, it's cruel, but Jungkook's used to it.

Jungkook doesn't know how long he's been waiting in his submission stance, doesn't know how long he's been on his knees with his hands cuffed behind his back. Jungkook doesn't know how long it's been since he was kidnapped, time doesn't exist in his mind anymore. All he knows is darkness, silence, and rules, so many rules and commands to follow. Each one more fucked up than the last, each punishment more painful than the last, but Jungkook needs the rules. He relies on them, they guide him through his forced blindness, and without the rules he'd probably dead.

Jungkook's heart thumped painfully against his chest as the familiar squeak stabbed his eardrums. He gripped the chains that connected his cuffs, he needs to keep his grip on reality or else he'll be lost forever.

"Hello baby boy, did you miss me?" Lee's voice was dark and taunting as it circled Jungkook's mind. Jungkook found the question cruel, he couldn't answer thanks to the gag and because of that Lee punishes him. Jungkook was worried the gag was leaving permanent damage, because the joker like cuts and bruises on his cheeks hurt like hell.

"When I ask you a question I expect an answer." Lee stated with that same amused lilt in his voice he always had before he punished Jungkook. Jungkook's had to rely on his hearing, so he's gotten pretty good at recognizing through Lee's voice when he was about to do something. Lee always sounds amused or happy before he punishes him, the sick fuck finding humor in the situation.

Jungkook was still as a riding crop cracked down on his chest, laying down new marks over the old scars. Jungkook could handle the riding crop, it wasn't that bad, it was the flogger or whip he couldn't handle. The flogger stung like a thousand bee stings while the whip separated his flesh from the bone. The riding crop was a fucking blessing compared to the others.

"You're such a good boy, waiting for me in your proper stance. I'm so proud of you." Lee's words were mocking and insulting. They were like lemon juice and everytime Lee spoke he'd pour it over Jungkook's wounds. Slowly breaking him down until there was nothing left but a bloody broken mind.

Jungkook tensed as the leather crop dragged along his eye mask, stopping to tease at the straps. He held his breath as the crop outlined the plastic ball in his mouth, stopping to poke at the tender bruises on his cheeks. "You look better with these on." Lee chuckled and it hurt, it hurt more than the crop as it smacked against Jungkook's cheeks. Lee constantly gave Jungkook false hope that he'd take off the mask and gag, he'd raise his hopes before brutally crushing them. Maybe it'd be better if Jungkook kept them on, he didn't want to see Lee or see what he's become.

"Stand up."

Jungkook immediately stood after hearing the command, his muscles moving automatically. His body ached, constantly, but he's learned to ignore the pain. To Ignore the constant throbbing or stinging that plagues his body.

Jungkook's breath hitched as the leather crop caressed his dick, smacking the skin at the base where a cock-ring was squeezing his flesh. "Do you like the cock ring baby? Maybe if you followed my directions last week you wouldn't be wearing it."

Jungkook bowed his head because somehow, Lee's words made him feel shameful. The directions were simple yet Jungkook failed, he hates failing.

"Urgh." Jungkook groaned as the riding crop cracked down on his sensitive member. The leather weapon immediately agitating the burns left there from the candle wax. Jungkook hates cockplay most of all, it's the most painful and cruel in his opinion.

"Walk baby boy." Lee commanded as he shoved Jungkook's back. Jungkook stumbled before regaining balance and walking in the direction Lee pushed him. Jungkook hunched forward when a metal edge suddenly collided into his upper thighs, digging painfully into his bruises. Jungkook whimpered as Lee forced him to bend over the cold metal table, exposing his hole which was stretched over a plug.

Lee smirked as he traced Jungkook's stretched hole, enjoying the way his muscles tensed. "Do you like this baby?" Lee cooed and twisted the plug, watching as some cum leaked down his thigh. Jungkook wanted to cry, he hates it, but his opinion doesn't matter anymore. Because he's just Lee's little whore.

Jungkook hissed as Lee slowly pulled out the plug, his hole fluttering at the sudden emptiness. Jungkook gripped the chain so hard that his knuckles turned white, because he knows what's next. It's happened enough times but it still scares him, it still gives him nightmares.

"Shit baby, I love the way my cum runs down your beautiful thighs." Lee's comments made Jungkook feel dirty, dirtier than he already was. Jungkook gasped around the gag when Lee suddenly landed a smack on his ass cheek. "You look so gorgeous, all ready for my thick cock." Lee groaned and followed his words with more slaps. Jungkook didn't feel gorgeous, he felt hungry and disgusting. Lee doesn't feed or bathe him enough, and Jungkook knows he looks disgusting. All those years he spent keeping his body in perfect shape, wasted.

Jungkook cried out in pain when his body was suddenly slammed against the table, the sharp metal edge cutting painfully into his stomach. Lee groaned as he slowly pulled out his cock and pushed it back in, savoring the way Jungkook's hole swallowed him. Jungkook felt bruises forming on his stomach as his body was constantly slammed into the table and his eyes started to water when Lee yanked his head back by his greasy hair. He's surprised Lee hasn't pulled his hair out, his favorite thing to do is pull Jungkook's hair.

"Ugh fuck baby, you're so tight."

Jungkook jerked against the table and moaned when he felt Lee thrust into his prostate, that magic spot that Jungkook wished never existed. "Ah I found my babies spot." Lee chuckled and continued to abuse the sensitive area.

Jungkook wanted to scream as a dry orgasm tore through his body, the cock-ring painfully squeezing his now swollen and aching cock. "Uggh!" Jungkook cried as Lee wrapped his hand around his cock, the mere touch sending him into another dry orgasm.

It made Jungkook sick but he desperately wanted to cum, he's never wanted to cum so bad in his life.

"Does it hurt?" Lee asked and Jungkook shakily nodded or tried to. Lee scoffed and continued to pound into Jungkook while tugging languidly on his cock. "To bad, this is your punishment. Next time listen to me!" Lee growled and used that anger to damage Jungkook even more.

Jungkook could only cry and bite down on the plastic ball that was strapped into his mouth. He has nothing and that's something Jungkook has to come to terms with. Lee took everything from him on that night in the dance studio; and he's never getting it back.

(😢😢😢Agh I almost cried writing this! Don't worry guys! I'll try to post the sequel as fast as possible. Thank you everyone so much for reading my fucked up book!💙💙)