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Everything was silent and still. The quiet room was the only thing audible. Sniffs and coughs escaped from one of us, here and there, but no words dared to come out from our mouths.
Jungkook wasn't his sane self at this point, all he could particularly think of was—to kill and protect, without disappointment.
Jimin and Taehyung both tried conversing with me, asking if I was alright, but I only sneered at them to shut up. The energy was drained out of me after the man had sexually harassed my weak body.
My skin turned a bright color of apple red; knowing on how tight the chains were holding my wrists, ankles and weight down. As gravity pulled.
"Jungkook you need to calm down. We'll figure out a plan on how to escape this shit hole. But right now, we must—"
Taehyung was interrupted by the door opening, revealing the same man from an hour ago. A wide evil smile was plastered on his chapped, dried lips.
"Hello my little pups, it's nice to see all of you are quiet and not a bit rowdy in here. Enjoying the last moments with this beautiful young lady?" The man mockingly said while he took long strides over to me. Jungkook moves in his seat uncontrollably again.
"You bastard.. don't touch her!" The younger boy immediately clashed his chains against the metal chair, for it to break. The three boys, bottoms ached from sitting there for way too long, not knowing if there's any blood left circulating around that area.
I winced at how cold his hands were placed on thigh. "Holy shit, your skin is so soft." He grabbed my face with his big hands, gently, looking at my features. "I'm going to have such a wonderful baby girl." The man cooed, sensing strong anger radiating out from Jungkook.
"I can feel her powerful energy, feeding off her soul. It's a wonderful and satisfying feeling." He leaned in and inhaled my scent, licking my neck area, where he had left dark colorful patches from an hour ago.
I gasped at how nasty his tongue felt. Getting uncomfortable. The boys probably sensed that by the looks on their hard faces.
"Why can't you fucking realize that she'll never be yours even if you claim her?!" Jungkook rambled out, his voice heard loud from the small room. "Why can't you accept the fact that your own mate died, and stop toying with others?! What would she think if she ever saw this?." The boy hissed with infuriation.
I've never seen this side of kook before.
I noticed that a beautiful crimson necklace came falling out from beneath Jungkook's damped black shirt. It's now dangling in view.
