Chapter 15

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Y/n P.O.V

I was scrolling through Instagram that only consisted of BTS stuff. Then I saw a particular picture of Justin Seagull that caused me a heart attack.
Why are you being so cruel?
He looked damn hot in red. I had to take screenshots. I took a few screens and was about to send them so Aïssa when she sent me the same pics with a text.

Noodle Head🍜: those pics are killing me!

Wow! Why are we the same? Well, maybe we know each other for so long?

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Wow! Why are we the same? Well, maybe we know each other for so long?

I was texting her and fangirling about BTS when someone knocked my door.
"Yeah?!" I shouted. My brother's head appeared.
"I'm bored. Let's watch a movie!" He beamed still standing at the doorway.
"Which movie?" I asked.
A smirk formed on his lips and he placed himself on my bed.
"A horror movie."
"You know dad doesn't like horror movies, right?"
"They're already asleep." He made a smug face.
"Okay then, let me choose which horror movie." I knew exactly which movie terrified him the most.
"Let's watch Drag Me To Hell." I smirked. His eyes widened hearing the movie's name.
"No, no, no, no! Not that movie! I've still trauma's because of that movie." He begged me.
"Well, I'm sleepy." I fake yawned and covered myself with my blanket.
"Now get out if you don't wanna watch that movie." I pointed to the door.
"Okay, we'll watch Drag Me To Hell." He gave in in defeated tone.

Jungkook P.O.V

She screamed in pain as the dogs bit her legs and ripped off pieces of flesh. Blood was splattering around staining the plastic sheet. Oh God, I'm so glad that I put that plastic sheet underneath her otherwise my floor would get dirty. I hate filth. Everything has to be tidy, clean and ordered. That's why I didn't let y/n go inside my house with her muddy clothes earlier the day. 

I was enjoying the scene whilst eating popcorn on the comfy couch in front of her. She was crying and begging for some mercy. Did she really think I would let her go that easily? In fact, I loved hear screams, begging and all the blood that spatted around.

After a half hour watching her cry in agony her feet and calves were almost ripped off revealing her bones. Poor girl, that must be painful. I'm not that merciless like you think I am. I have a heart too.

I pulled the dogs by their leashes and injected them so they won't bother me when I put them back in their cage. After a few minutes they fell unconscious and I did my work.

I observed her from head to toe. Her messed up hair strands covered her face that hung low to her side. Her lips with a small gap between them, had bled when she bit her lips as the dogs ripped off her flesh. Her wrists were bleeding for the umpteenth times she pulled the cuffs when she felt pain going through every inch of her body. It's such a shame how she lost her beauty because of her bratty behavior.
That happens when you needlessly hurt y/n. I wasn't planning on killing her though, I just wanted to teach her a lesson for that bitchy attitude she got there.

After her lesson I'll maybe release her but with some blurry memories of it, of course. Memories of her punishment and lessons why she was held here not of my identity. I don't wanna go to jail in such young age. And if I would get caught, what never would happen, I'll simply bribe them. I have enough money to build a whole city. After all I am the son of one of the most successful businessmans in the world and the profit the companies are making goes straight to my bank account. I'm not saying that money and wealth is happiness, they just make things easy to handle.

I leant closer to her to take her cuffs off. I could feel her uneven hot breath in my neck. As I took off her cuffs her lifeless body fell on me that I caught on time. I took her body and placed her in a corner of the room and chained one wrist so she couldn't run away. Run away? She couldn't even stand probably. How will she run? I just laughed by myself imagining her trying to run.

I took some alcohol and poured it on her wounds. I don't want her wounds to get infected that would only create more mess for me to clean up. After a while I cleaned her up and took care of the wounds my babies caused. I changed her undergarments and put her some shorts and shirt on her.

You'll think I'm crazy to do such efforts for my prisoners but I just want them to stay hygienic. I don't want any rats and dirty insects crawling around my house.
As I already said, I hate dirt!

I went upstairs, changed my clothes and threw my and Chelsea's clothes in the laundry. After that I took a cool shower and dried myself, I heard noise coming from my playroom. She must be awake.

As I entered the room, everything went silent. She curled up in a ball and scooted farther away from me.
"Nobody will hear you, Chelsea. So stop making unnecessary noise." I said nicely. She just remained silent and looked at me with her teary eyes.
I took a chair and placed it in front of her. I leant with my elbows on my thighs while my head rested in my hands.
"Are you happy?" I questioned her. She didn't respond. I didn't like repeating myself. I took a deep annoyed sigh and repeated the question with a more demanding tone. A small 'no' escaped her trembling lips.
"Why? I thought you wanted me? And look here I am." He pointed proudly to myself with my thumbs.
"I d-dont want y-you." She silently spoke while her eyes were squeezed shut.
"Then why were you jealous of y/n and even hurt her?" I raised my voice.
"I-I wasn't." She quietly said.
"Liar! You scratched her neck right?!" I stood up from my chair which fell down because of my sudden action. She flinched and started crying louder.
"S-sorry I won't d-do it again." She cried as I approached her weak body that was trembling out of fear. I forcefully grabbed her chin in order to make her look at me. She looked at me with pleading eyes.
"Well, then I'll let you go when you learn to behave like a good girl. You're not gonna hurt y/n or any other student, got that?" I said as I patted her head with my free hand. She just gave me a small nod.
"And if you want to escape, the keys are up there." I pointed to the wall which she was leaning on to. 2 meters above from the ground hung the keys on a hook which I placed there to tease because even with her full strength she couldn't reach it.
"If you manage to get the keys I'll let you go." I said in a teasing manner. With that I walked away from her and closed the door behind me.
Well, I'll have some  entertainment till she learns her lesson.

I wonder what y/n is doing right now? 

Let's pay her a visit.

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