Can't Let You Go || JJK [EDITING]

Chapter 37

Warning: includes sexual themes!

My eyes jolted open as I felt a splash of ice cold water on my face. I gasped for air like I would drown in the water but when I was fully awake, I became aware of my surroundings. A incredible headache welcomed me as I tried to adjust my eyes to the illuminated room. A figure whom I didn't want to see again stood there with a wide grin looking down at my weak form. The smooth features of the brunette seemed more psychotic than they already were.
"Good morning, baby." He cooed. Baby? That's new. The way his eyes gazed into mines was different. It was more wicked and his orbs were piercing into my skull as he kept staring at me. I wanted to scoot further from him but that's when I noticed metallic handcuffs around my wrist, tied on the headboard of the bed. I pulled them in order to break free but no avail. Tears prickled in my eyes and soon they streamed down to my cheeks. I had no idea what he was up to and that was building up my fear, he was unpredictable.
"Oh, I haven't even done anything and you're already crying." He brought his hand up to stroke my cheek, making me flinch and turn my head. His nails dug into my chin as he turned my head to face him.
"Look at me when I speak to you!" His face was not even inches away from mine, I could feel his hot breath against my quivering lips. His orbs were burning out of anger, making me clear what was coming up won't be that pleasant.

"I'm going to ask you a few questions. If you answer them truthfully, you may have a chance to reduce your punishment but I can't assure that." His words were laced with venom as he lustfully eyed me. He placed himself on the edge of the bed as he revealed a certain item that succeeded in making me gulp in fear. A kitchen knife. He played with the metallic object as I bit my bottom lip, to prevent myself of crying.
"Well, since your not wearing your clothes, I assume that you had sex with Jackson. It that true?" His already dark eyes lingering with a sinister glimpse as he was ready to slit my throat, if I answered something that didn't please him.
"N-no,... I-I didn't..." Were the only words that manage to escape my trembling lips.
"Then how do you explain this." He played with the hem of my, well, Jackson's sweater. What should I even say? He wanted to remove my clothes because he thought Jungkook might have put a tracker in it? If I say this will he even belief me? What if he isn't satisfied with my answer? I'll be screwed. I can try, it's better than no answer.
"He t-thought you had p-put a tracker inside of m-my clothes." I tried not to stutter but miserably failed at it. Jungkook attentively looked at me, probably trying to figure out whether I was lying or not. He made a small 'o' shape for acomprehending my answer.

"I don't like that sweater." He snorted. Not even seconds later a smirk tugged on his lips. He placed himself on my waist.
"You look good beneath me." He grinned as he hovered on top of me. He then took the sharp object and cut the material of the sweater ripping it completely off me. Soon his smirk faltered when he looked at my chest. I totally forgot that I was only wearing a see through tank top and no bra. His cheeks flashed crimson as he kept staring at my body with open mouth. He gazed at me like he was complementing with himself what he should do. To my surprise, he got off me and he ruffled his own hair into a mess.
"Seeing her restraint, makes me hard." He mumbled to himself, loud enough for me to hear it but soon he regained the dominant posture again.

"Next question. How did you escape?" He stroked me with the knife as I saw him now and then glancing at my chest which made me extremely uncomfortable. The driver will be in trouble, if I tell Jungkook the truth.
"I-I... managed to get the key and trick the driver..." I lied, trying to sound confident. I stared in his eyes for a few seconds until his hand swung across my cheek. My inner cheek bled due to the great impact of his hand as my eyes covered in a glossy coat.
"Don't lie to me!" Another slap made my other cheek sting.
"The driver already told the truth! He helped you escape! Now he is 5 feet under the ground!" He let out a dark laugh as he went through his hair.
He placed the knife again on my cheek as he trailed down the sharp metal to my jawline, chin until he reached my throat. He added pressure making me cry out of agony. Blood seeped out of my neck as he twisted the knife into my flesh.

"Hurts..., right?" He studied my face which was covered in the salty substance.
"When you left me, it hurt even more. Do you even know how much I cried when I found out you were gone?! This pain is nothing compared to what you did to me! I'll hurt you so bad that you'll be wishing you were dead instead!" The knife vertically cut my throat as I felt the blood going down to the bedsheets.
"You look so hot in red! You know, it's my favorite color!" He cheered as he leant down with his face to my neck. I felt something wet yet warm until my eyes went wide when I discovered what it was. He was licking my blood. He was much worse than I could even imagine of. I felt his wet muscle licking the wound, inserting the cut and twirling around the flesh. Violent sobs escaped my lips as he enjoyed licking the crimson liquid. He looked up with a unreadable expression, a bit of red substance could been seen on the edge of his mouth. He stared at me until his lips crashed onto mine, tasting my own blood.

"You... taste... so great!" He managed to say between the kiss as I tried to gasp for air. He finally broke the kiss, exhaling loudly as he brushed the knife against my lip. He then cut my bottom lip, not deep but just enough to draw blood from it. When he was satisfied with the amount of blood that oozed out of my bottom lip he attacked my lips again but this time he continuously sucked on my bottom lip making me moan of pain. After that seemed like an eternity, he finally stopped.

"You like it?" He said as he chin rested on my collarbone. I vigorously shook my head.
"That's good. I don't want to pleasure you. I only want to give you pain." He positioned himself again on my waist but he turned around so his back faced me. I then felt a sharp pain in my right thigh as wetness covered my leg. He kept stabbing and making very deep cuts in my thigh until I couldn't scream anymore due to continuously screaming. I guess, I had 3 big, deep cuts and 5 smaller ones but still deep enough to give the same amount of pain. I could feel the crimson liquid soaking into the pants and staining the bedsheet.

After he was done ruining my thighs, he turned around to face my exhausted, energy drained face.
"This wasn't fun." He said in a whining baby tone but then he brought his finger up to lip like he was thinking about something else to do as he made a 'hmmm' sound.

"Maybe, I could fuck the life out of you?"

Hey, bibi's! I hope you liked this chapter. I wrote this in one day, you know? I enjoy writing blood stuff and pain as you guys have already figured out... Well, I wish you bibi's a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

I won't be updating any soon because of the festivities. Sorry!