Once Jimin reached his home, hidden away by trees and nature, away from civilisation-
he handcuffed the girl to his bedpost.
He tied rope around her cuffed wrists and ankles, truly preventing her from leaving.
He sat there, waiting for her to awaken.
He just sat there, looking at her body, peacefully rise up and down as she inhaled and exhaled.
And when the time came, he watched her delicate features, slowly awaken. Her five senses, taking place.
Her eyelashes fluttering open, showing him her big blue eyes,
full of fear.
Her lips trembling,
as tears threatened to fall.
"Jimin," She whispered, tears now raining from her eyes.
"It dosent have to be this way," she said quietly.
"P-please.." she begged as she choked on her tears.
"Yes it does" he said, wiping her tears.
"You're always leaving me,"
you always say you don't love me,"
"you hate me- so I'll make you love me." He stated, mounting the bed, and straddling her crying form.
"I mean- you caused this upon yourself by getting a tattoo" he reminded as kissed her temple.
"Whoever is marked by the devils ink, is under whoever gave them the mark" he stated, removing strands of her hair from her face.
"So you're under me now, sweet." He smiled like a lunatic at his own words.
"Literally."
"No one will find us now" he stated happily.
"You're mine, and I'm yours" he smiled sweetly at her.
In her mind, she was sickened by the joy in his voice.
How could someone be happy in this predicament?
Wait.
He's sick.
Right.
"You know, I always hold myself back when I see you" he smirked.
"In those 5 years, we were separated from eachother, I'd see you around the city, looking so beautiful, smiling with Hoseok, laughing with Taehyung.." his voice trembled mentioning their names.
"Did you truly even love me? You were always hanging around with different men- Did you miss me? Was it all a fucking lie?" His voice rose.
But he calmed down seeing her eyes widen at the sight above her.
"Sorry" he muttered.
"I always get worked up, seeing you with other men" he shook his head vigorously, trying to physical remove those thoughts.
"But it's okay,
now you'll have your eyes on me,
and only me"
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FanfictionThe Devils Ink, ruined it all. Blood beautifully dripped down her neck, soaking her clothes. She looked absolutely beautiful with blood flowing down her not so pale neck. "Be careful what you wish for."