Chapter One
The Only Life I Know
Jungkook POV
I woke up to the sound of metal on metal.
The sounds of hell in my opinion.
I crawled out of my bed, frowning.
Mom was up.
Or as she wants me to call her…
Master.
You see, she’s not my real mother.
Never has been, never will be.
In a sense, she was my tormentor, the reason I am who I am.
I stared out the window for a few moments, wishing to be free, for just one day…
But I can’t be.
I was sold at a young age after being abandoned in a small park back home in Busan.
I was kidnapped from there at the age of six, sold into this lifestyle…
Being Master’s punching bag.
I looked into the mirror, softly touching the bruising black eye from hours ago, early at three in the morning.
I shivered, my room having no heat, me being in the attic, with a broken window. I walked over to my closet, pulling on a red and black striped sweater, and warm jeans, the warmest I had, despite the holes and rips within the material.
I pulled on old ratted tennis shoes, swallowing thickly before walking down the stairs.
I whined feeling so, so cold.
I passed the kitchen, knowing I’d only get myself beat if I ate anything without permission.
However, even though I avoided one thing, as usual, Master found something else instead.
“YOU LITTLE SHIT!!! DID I SAY YOU COULD LEAVE YOUR ROOM!?!?”
I jumped, my face going pale,” N-n-no ma’am!”
“IT’S MASTER TO YOU BITCH!!!”
“S-s-sorry Master,” I bowed ninety degrees.
“To your room… you know what to do slut!!!”
I whimpered, scurrying off towards my little cage called a room.
I threw off my sweater, kneeling on the bed, a belt in hand.
Tears cascaded down my face.
Stupid Jungkook!!!
Can’t even satisfy your Master!!!
Such behavior could get you killed had it been anyone else!!!
Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!
I didn’t notice as the belt slipped out of my hand.
I yelped the moment the leather made contact with my bare back.
“This is for coming downstairs!”
Smack.
“This is for back talking!”
Smack.
“This is for forgetting Master!”
Smack.
“This is for being born!”
Smack.
“This is for being alive!”
Smack.
“This is for being a waste of space!”
Smack.
“This is for being abandoned, unwanted!”
Smack.
“This is for being a slut!”
Smack.
“This is for always being a fucking disappointment!!”
Smack.
Smack.
Smack.
“Now bleed bitch!!!” she spat on my back, kicking me face down to the bed, leaving me on the stiff surface.
I curled into a ball, sobbing quietly, knowing it’s only going to be worse if Master caught me.
I hugged the tattered, soft blue bunny to my chest, crying into his soft fur.
“Why doesn’t she love me KoKo?”
The bunny didn’t reply.
I didn’t make it reply.
I wasn’t a child anymore.
But KoKo was the last good thing that had ever happened to me…
And I wasn’t ready to let her go.
