𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐞 || 𝐉𝐊

Ch. 4

Y/N

    I was now tied up on the bed watching seven faces look down at me. I was still only in my bra and panties. I was so exposed and uncomfortable.

"You guys head downstairs. It's time for punishment"

"Jungkook don't overdo it" One of them say before leaving room and shutting the door.

'So that's his name'

I watch as Jungkook walked over to a closet. What was inside the closet left me sick. It was full of different types of whips,chains and restraints. After a minute of tapping his chin indecisively he finally chooses one. It was a long leather whip with many small knots going down.

"Did you know that flogging also known as whipping began around the 19th century" He said with a grin while making his way towards me.

"In the Middle Ages it was a very popular form of punishment especially in Europe" He says followed by a loud crack of the whip. My silent cries turned into loud heart wrenching sobs. I was fucking terrified.

"Shhh no no no...Don't cry. The punishment hasn't even started yet baby. Save those tears for later." He says softly while caressing my face.

"Please don't do this, I'm so sorry I-" Stopping me mid sentence he burst into a fit of laughter like a mad man.

"I already told you what happens if you try to escape love. NOW let's begin shall we" He grins.

Before I can say anything he harshly swings the whip down on my right thigh. Pain shot from my leg to all throughout my body like electricity, it was unbearable. Screaming in pain I struggle in my restraints trying to scoot as far as I can away from him, but it was no use. He continued whipping me continuously, the sadistic grin never leaving his face. I wanted to wipe that grin off his face so badly it made me so angry and shocked that someone can be like this.

"Oh my apologies, NOW you can start crying" he laughs hysterically.

After what felt like hours he finally stops. He sat on the loveseat sighing as though he was exhausted.

"I hope you learned your lesson and don't plan on pulling another stunt like that. It'll only be worse. Let me see your wrist." He says sternly while taking off the restraints.

Sniffling I weakly lift up my broken wrist. After examining it closely he grab ahold of it.

"Wa- wait what are you doing?" I stammer out.

"Well what do you think I'm doing" He snaps back.

"Just hold on a min-" Without a warning he snaps my bone back in place. A bloodcurdling scream was all that was heard from me. I yanked back my wrist and held it to my chest protecting it from him.

"Don't be a fucking baby I fixed it, you're lucky I didn't leave it broken." He spat angrily.

"Take a bath. There's a shirt and shorts on the bed for you. When you get out there will be food waiting for you." He says soon after he leaves.

Making my way in the bathroom I take off my bra and panties. I dip my toe in the warm water. I glanced down at my freshly slashed legs.