Our Prize [BTS x Reader] Mafia AU!

Chapter 35

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- (Y/N)'s POV -

"You're cold."

"Leave me alone.."

I looked up to Jae-joon and watched as he squatted down in front of me with his fingers gliding against my skin, feeling the cold surface.

The room was freezing, and only recently did he allow a lightbulb in the room. Not for my benefit, but for his. He had a thirst for visual attributes to his game. He also took the gag away, that was just because he hoped I would start screaming.

He wanted me to scream his name.

"Why would I do that? I don't have anything else to do except you."

I scrunched up my face and shifted within my bounds as I grew more and more uncomfortable with the passing minutes I had to live through with this man. Something obviously wrong with him mentally, he had an obsession with my posture and expressions.

A sexual desire could be felt emitting from him every time I looked up to him.

"You're disgusting." I snapped before raising my ankles which were bound in the rope and shoved him hard in the chest, managing to cause him to loose his balance. But not before he grasped my legs and raised them up to his mouth as he licked my ankle, following an imaginary line up to my knee and toward my thighs.

"Get the fuck off me!" I shouted as I squirmed in my place, feeling nothing but pure disgust and fear as the man continued to proceed as if he hadn't heard a thing.

Now if I hadn't of known who Jae-joon was and what he had done I would've thought that he was a very attractive man, he was a few years older then me from what I gathered in the long and cruel hours I had to live through with him.

"No," he growled before pulling out a knife and approaching the shorts I was wearing. He straddled my knees and unbuckled the button before unzipping the zipper. He allowed his knife to cut open the shorts and remove them with ease.

As he lowered his head down towards my stomach a wave and will to fight surfed over me as my knees lifted and collided with his groin in a sharp jab. He let out a deep groan before rocking back and forth for a moment in order to try and soften the pain.

"You little slut." He whispered in a deeper tone before sitting up and slapping me across the cheek with a trumendous amount of force which shook me to my toes, causing a wave of twitching to develop across my muscles. I let out a chocked breath before tears lined my eyes.

"I'll treat you like a little dirty slut now." He hissed, pronouncing every syllable in 'slut' and ripping my underwear from my body causing a fabric burn across my skin. I squirmed in horror before he forcefully pinned my legs apart and hold them to the ground in an awkward position that gained him unconcentual access.

"Don't.." I whimpered as I watched him pull his pants down and produce his excited member, obviously turned on by the torture that his hands were laying.

"You're mine, and I'll do whatever the fuck I want to you." He growled as he grabbed hold of my jaw and pushed it into the wall as he lined himself up for entry.

I fought him. I attempted to close my legs and move so that he couldn't reach but there was no stoping him and his strength which was fueled with adrenaline. There was no excitement on my behalf, no wetness to fuel his desire and absolutely no consent involved whatsoever. I did not want anything that he wanted to deliver.

As he entered raw, he exhaled a deep growl from the back of his throat as he began to become satisfied while I began to cry from the uncomfort and pain I was receiving from him.

"S-Stop!" I shouted while tears streamed down my face. But the pain I was visably going through only seemed to excite him more as he began to pump at a faster pace while deep moans left his filthy mouth.

Never in any moment before did I want to die more than in that moment. To close my eyes and never wake up again. I began to think of death as a sweet release that I needed, that I craved.

"Beg me to stop. Do it (Y/N). Beg your master to stop." He ordered, craving the attention that he longed to receive from his new toy.

"Fuck off! Go away!" I screamed and wailed as I felt the urge to vomit from the very thought of his disgusting imagination.

"More, I'm almost finished."

That's when I screamed the loudest. The possibility of carrying this monsters child was now on the table, and I was not prepared to play that card.

As I felt his cock begin to twitch within me, I immediately pushed myself off of the wall and head butted him with full force. I hit him with so much force that I accidently bit down on my bottom lip which caused it to bleed.

I felt him fall back and exit me, allowing me to quickly close my legs and try and cope with the pounding migraine I was receiving. But I knew if I didn't retaliate in that moment I may have had to carry his child, and there was no way in this world or the next that I wanted that.

"You...hurt me."

His voice was dangerously low now as he managed to sit back up and hold a hand to his forehead while shooting me a glare that could surely pierce through metal. He stood and walked over to me with a terrible stance, a threatening one.

Thankfully before he could lay another hand to me, a man came bursting in through the door and quickly addressed Jae-joon.

"Sir, they are here. They've come for her."

A gasp lept up out of the back of my throat as I became hopeful for the freedom I ever did desire. A smirk from Jae-joon took away my sudden burst of confidence and it was replaced with anxiety after hearing his last few words before he left me in the room....

"I'll kill every single one of them."

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Well this is just a bit of a problemo isn't it?

- edited note: I am sorry for those who were uncomfortable reading this chapter.  For the survivors here, like me- you are strong, you are heard and you are seen. I love you

Hope you enjoyed!
Until next time!

BubblyBangtan || ✌🏻(EDITED)