Only Strip For Me || JJK [BOOK I] ✔️

39: A Small F*cked Up World

My vision focused to my tied hands on the chair tightened by multiple ropes. I instantaneously looked up, the head boss sitting in front of and slightly above me on a white foldable table. I observed the layout; boxes and packaged goods stacked over another, I was in some type of storage place. A lamp dangled above his head. A gold Rolex on his wrist and tattoos drawn up underneath his sleeves reaching to the brink of his face. His image hadn't change with his full beard and wrinkly squinted eyes.

I gasped from the sudden throw of ice cold water, breathing frantically, the chilly fluid hydrating my tongue.

His grubby finger lined up my bare neck to the side of my face, he disgustingly placed strands of hair behind my ears. I jolted from his filthy touch, spitting the excess water that dripped in between my lips.

He scoffed with my response and shook his hands wiping  the discharge of my mouth. He glared at me, slapping me, a sting remaining with the hit. He smirked as I relayed no emotion, slapping me again. A golden ring that he wore on his finger was gashed with that smack. I licked the corner of my upper lip, the taste of rusty metal sunk in my fleshy organ. I spat on the ground, blood and saliva mixed together on the floor.

He forced my face to meet his, his hand latched coarsely with my hair.

"Oh honey, you've gotten too skinny. You should've eaten the food that was given to you. Was it not to your preference?"

I winced in pain as his grip tightened, pulling my scalp harshly. I noticed my apparel of the lingerie, I never felt disgusted more than ever in my life to be seen like this. My breathing hitching.

"You should've eaten the plate given to you. It would've been your last meal. Dying on an empty stomach might be a little depressing," He grinned, revealing his molded soiled teeth, water arisen to my throat as the only source to vomit if I were to.

I wanted to speak, but words faltered my speech. My senses were failing me.

"Looks like your wish has come true. The boss is coming to meet you, the boss that your parents owe money to. Let me give you a word of advice. Tell him where the will is and you'll be free, forever."

It was about that fucking will again. How the fuck was I supposed to know?
I felt a throbbing pain enclosure in my head, wanting to ask him burning questions but my vocals didn't allow me too.

"Tsk. Tsk. No talking huh? That's how you wanna play?" He raised his scummy hand to strike me, the sound of the metal door creaked open in interruption and in timing.

"Sir, the boss is here." His man commanded, he then looked at me in naughty manner with a sly grin, looking at me up and down as I had barely any clothing on. I bit my lip harshly in disturbance, my fists in wishes to be released.

The gang leader unclutched my hair and dusted his hands. He straightened his jacket as he walked up to the open door, his other men standing beside him in a line to welcome their authority in charge. In charge of this entire perturbing mess.

My dad's copartner of the company now entirely in charge of Daesang Electronics, that's who that mad man was. Blood boiling already with his scheme to win over the corporation. I was eager to see him, hadn't seen the monster in years. The last time I saw him was before my trip to Germany, he came over to our house for dinner the night before. He always carried a despiteful aura, goosebumps emerging on every cell of my body as I heard heavy steps arrive at the entrance.

The thugs in unison greeting in a 90-degree bow. The familiar face with a grimace smile, in disguise of a luxurious suit and expensive accessories. He pulled a hand out in approval of their welcome. Roaring curses in my head and my fingers digging into my palms, unaware of the potential bleeding. My emotions almost giving in, I bit my tongue to stop my weakness.

Before he managed to look at me from the doubled doors, a man in glasses ran up to him to whisper in his ear. That was Mr. Lee, my father's previous secretary. I didn't even know he was still working at the company. And he was working for him. I huffed a smile in repulsion.

But there was something that I almost failed to notice. As he turned to speak to his secretary, the recognizable inflated shoulder structure and strands of gray hair near his ear.

No. that wasn't possible. My breathing circulation twisted of the assumption.

Was he...

He walked in with a conceited behavior, a dark wooden cane held in one hand as the other hid behind his back. A semblance of hatred and distaste circulated around him.

"Oh Mari. I've finally gotten to meet you." His voice pitched in enthusiasm.

His tone coordinating identically.

Was he...

Jungkook's father?

A/N: dUn dUn DUNNNNNN!

Who knew?