Only Strip For Me || JJK [BOOK I] ✔️

40: Kill Me

He clapped slowly, his steps and applause the only sound beside the never ending leaking pipe.

"You're a wreck darling." He looked at me in pity, a shameless mask in cloak.

Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook. Mr. Jeon.

 Why hadn't I realized that earlier? I clenched my eyes closed, pursing my lips harshly together.

He sat across the table and handed one of the men his cane. "How have you been? Haven't seen you since you left to Germany, how is it up there?"

I faked a smile at his attempting to small talk. His eyes enlarging with every phrase, he seemed mental. Sick in the head.

"It seems to me that you've been living a wild life. An escort, right?" He glanced down my body, I could feel shivers crawl around me.

"I would have wrapped a blanket around you, but it seems like your used to dressing this way."

I wanted to scream, I wanted to punch his sarcastic face. How I looked and what I was wearing, not even a concern to me. This man's life before my eyes raging me further.

He leaned back along the chair. "Reminds me of your mother. Oh, how beautiful and charming she was. She was quite elegant I'd have to say. It's a misfortune that she ended with your father, she would've been happier with me, don't you think?"

My face was producing heat profoundly, my body shuddering with every sickening statement that he made.

"You know, your father and I were quite good pals. We made Daesang so splendidly with our bare hands. I miss him often actually. It's such a shame that he had to leave so quickly. Your parents would be so upset if they knew what you were doing now. Working as a whore." He shook his head, frowning that only seemed to be fabricated.

I closed my eyes, my breathing still heavy and clustered. I wouldn't and couldn't allow myself to be destructed any further.

"Mari, I'm here to make a deal with you. I don't want to burden you with the sum of money that is already overdue. I just have a simple request, grant it and you'll be free...

..The will. Where is it?" His voice strengthened and his eyes nearly about to stab through me.

I held my tongue still unsure if I was even able to speak. The same questions that I was unsure of. A will? Because of the constant greed of this document, it meant there was a will under my name perhaps, something my parents had left me. But I had no idea. I thought of all the possible ways to attain the paper. But no recollection of memories giving me a certain answer.

His hand slammed in a bang, altered from my thoughts. "Silent treatment just like your father. You think saying nothing will fix everything, no. I'll find that paper and inherit what's mine." He laughed wickedly.

"Your father was a lucky bastard; he had a beautiful wife, other shares, going to charity, and profit organizations. He had the greatest life of all, such a good man. Everyone else believed that I was the lousy co-shareholder. It's true that your father sweat his ass off to make the enterprise so grand. But he didn't deserve one single bit of it....and to this day I don't regret killing him... It's a disgrace that your mother had to go too or I would've kept her by my side." He looked at the floor grinning ear to ear.

I couldn't calm myself, flashback  to the days my dad worked twenty-four hours, seven days a week towards his dream of a substantial business and wealth he cherished to share with others. It broke my heart for the countless number of times that his life and hard work was ripped away from him like that, I wanted to restore it. I wanted to fix what was broken. Glancing up at the mad man, I eased my grip with the rope. Thinking of a way to loosen myself and break free.

"I'll ask you this one final time or consider yourself gone. So, what do you say Mari, where is the will?" He gestured a hand behind his head. The head boss of the gang carrying a pistol, placing it against my head, the crisp exterior nudging along my temple. My nerves pulsating from the weapon, it wasn't the first time but it was yet terrifying.

"Kill me..." I whispered, I could feel the dryness surrounded around the roof of my mouth, my lips peeling apart in parch.

"Just KILL ME!" I screamed, my lids shut closed, my lips quivering. The courage I had seconds ago disappeared. I felt empty, death was a better option.

I'd be with my parents. In peace.

"NO!"

The doors blew open with a horrific shout. My teary eyes flung open, my heart, my heart in relief but in discouraging pain. Throbbing so much. Despite those sensations, alleviation peaked inside.

His intentions of rescuing me.

Jungkook.

A/N: "Time has very little to do with living except at its beginning or near its end."