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Till Death do we Part (Jimin)

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I wake up sore. I'm still in the same shitty room, tied to the same shitty bed. I have been here for a couple days now. And all that happens around here is a lonely boy asks me to marry him, I refuse, he throws a tantrum then rapes me. It gets better! He turns out to be this lonely emo kid that I went to school with that everyone thought had died after he went missing for a few days. No one noticed till the teacher mentioned he did. But now he's handsom but still an insane phyco.

The door creaks open reveling a boy. He's back. He walks in with a tray of food. He sets it on the end of the bed and unties my hands so I can eat.

"I brought you food! I know you must be hungry so me, being the good husband I am, have made you food." He smiles. I swear if he didn't tie me up, rape me, or kidnap me in the first place, I would probably fall for him. But that's not the case.

I start to eat. I inspect it before putting it in my mouth. For all I know he could be trying to drug me. I chew it slowly to check for razors, pills, etc. But it seems perfectly fine.

He stands by the end of the bed. His hands in his pockets and a smile plastered on his face. He just stares at me as I eat.

I finish eating and he takes my tray. He walks out of the room for a split second before returning. Yay. Note the sarcasm.

"You know what time it is?" He asks with one hand in his pocket.

"Twelve-forty five?" I respond pointing at the clock on the wall. I know what he means but I like annoying him.

"No, you kn- never mind. Anyways..." He gets down on one knee. He pulls a small box out of his pocket.

"Will you marry me?" He asks. I don't know why he still tries.

"I said it once and I'll say it again, No." I say back to him. His smile fades and he puts the box on the bed side table.

"I've been nice and have been asking. But I'm becoming impatient and can't take it anymore." He grabes my wrists and put them above my head. He holds them with one hand well he grabes...    handcuffs? He places them on my wrists. I struggle but he is way stronger then me.

"I'm not asking anymore." He grumbles. He unties my legs. He hold my arm and drags me down stairs. He then pushes me into a different room. There was a dress and mirror with makeup. He clips something to my foot. I'm now chained to the bed. He unlocks the handcuffs.

"Now get ready. You have 1 hour till our wedding." He states.

"No! I'm not getting ready and I'm not marrying you!" I retort. This was a mistake. He grabes my neck and pushes me to the wall. Then he slowly starts to raise my body off the ground.

"You will do what I tell you. If you disobey then you will be punished! Understand?" He says. I nod my head quickly well hitting his arm. He releases me and I drop to the ground with a thud. I start to gasp for air. My eyes glossy from mostiture ready to spill out. He slams the door and locks it. I cry.

I look over at the dress and makeup. I stand up and make my way towards it all. I have no choice do I?

I put on the dress and walk towards the table and mirror. I sit down and apply makeup. Then an idea sparks in my head. I get interrupted by the door opening before I can fall through with my plan.

"Ready? Let's go." He then escorts me to a room full of people. We walk down the aisle and stand in front of a preacher.

"Do you Park Jimin take (Y/l/N) as your lawfully wedded wife. In sickness and in health, as long as you both shall live?" He finishes.

"I do." He smirks.

"Do you (Y/l/N) take Park Jimin as your lawfully wedded husband. In sickness and in health, till death do you part." He says.

"I-" Jimin pulls out a knife from his pocket. Showing me what would happen if I say no.

"I D-do." I stutter

"You may now kiss the bride!" He says closing his book. Jimin turns towards me. His smirk visible to only me. He leans in and kisses me. I stay still. Everyone cheers as we walk down the aisle to a room.

"Let's continue shall we?"

(A/N: okay I hear you! But you have to understand that I'm not writing smut. So he rapes her. Now you now what happend without details.)

Jimin lays on the right side of me asleep. His back is facing me. I quietly get out of bed and look for my clothes. I find them and change back into them. I then find the hand mirror on the table that I used earlier and walk out of the room silently. I look around to find somewhere I can hide.

"Leaving so soon?" A voice is behind me. I turn around slowly. I see my "husband" standing there agents the door frame.

"No, well, you see-" I the start to run down the hall way. The sound of his foot steps right behind me. They sound like thunder compared to mine. I run into the closest room and shut the door. It's full of wedding dresses. And some are dyed red at the bottom.

"Damn it. Now you know. Your not my first bride." He chuckles and scratches an imaginary scratch on the back of his neck. I have no choice left. I slam the mirror in my hand making it shatter. I pick up a piece and hold it towards him. It cuts my hand but I could care less at the moment.

He puts his hands up as if he was caught.

"Oh No! You caught me! Oh whatever will I do?" He laughs. I change position and hold the glass shard to my neck. He stops laughing and looks seriously.

"Now come on and put it down. We would want to die on our wedding night would we?" He asks.

"You know what I noticed? When the preacher was saying his lines, he asked you for as long as we both shall live. But with me he said till death do we part. So I'm sorry but this is our parting." I slit my throat as he runs towards me yelling no. I can't breath properly and can feel warm liquid flow out of my neck and down to my shirt. I was about to fall but was caught by to warm arms.

"You were my favorite you know?" The last I knew was water was dripping on my face. Was he crying?

Then darkness.