VENDETTA | VKOOK

┌THIRTY ONE┐

//WARNING//

this chapter includes descriptions of RAPE. if you are easily triggered please do not read it.

ps : if you have any problems, please dm me instead of reporting the chapter or my account (please). i have cut this chapter down HEAVILY from last time and for more ensurity, put //// before the parts of rape.

(new note : i wrote this scene without realizing that writing a scene like this isn't right nor suitable for this sort of site / audience. however, i keep it as it is vital to the plot. i do not write such scenes anymore nor do i PROMOTE SUCH THINGS. this scene is to show the gruesome reality some people have to face and NOT glorifying non consensual dubious sex. thank you.)

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Jimin pulled at the ropes he was bound to, already feeling tears in his eyes.

"Sir- please, do something. We-we can't have him-" Namjoon started, but Dokeun wasn't ready to listen. He was still looking at Ruiji, who still had his son trapped.

"No- no please don't- please let me go, please," Jungkook cried, and Ruiji laughed at how scared he looked, making all the other men laugh as well.

"Your son's a bit of a weakling, isn't he? Nothing like that other one. Ah- if only you didn't kill him." Ruiji said, and Jungkook already felt tears arising in his eyes, heart pounding in his chest.

"Please-"

Jungkook got a harsh slap on his face, and more cruel laughter followed. Jungkook sniffled, and then saw Ruiji smirk and look to his right.

"Who wants to go first?" Ruiji asked, and Jungkook blinked back his tears, hoping- praying to god that his father would stop them. That someone would stop them.

"Jackson-" Ruiji said, and then gestured at him to come over.

Jackson, surprisingly, looked hesitant. He looked at Jungkook- the helpless boy thrown atop a table in front of everyone- and gulped.

He can't. He can't do that to Jungkook. He can't do that to Taehyung.

"I-I can't, father- this-" Jackson started, and Ruiji scoffed, looking at him with disbelief and anger.

"Are you serious? Great. He's all mine then. This should be fun." Ruiji smirked, and then flipped Jungkook over.

Jungkook tried wriggling out of his grasp, but two guards came over and tied his legs together and hands together, making him sniffle and look down, already feeling like a piece of scrap.

"Tell me, Dokeun. Would you rather watch your son get raped in front of everyone, or tell us your dirty little secrets." Ruiji's voice boomed, and Dokeun didn't move a muscle.

"You're tougher than I thought. Looks like we'll have to hurt him to get anything out of you, huh?" Ruiji snickered, and Jungkook heard the unzipping of his trousers, and bit his lip, trying to move out.

But he couldn't. He was stuck.

"Mr. Jeon please! He's your son- you can't just-" Jimin started, because no one else was saying anything. All the boys were watching with wide eyes and outraged expressions. They were grieved, disgusted in having to watch the boy they raised be tortured like this.

"Quiet!" Dokeun growled, and Jimin looked at Jungkook with teary eyes, feeling hopeless.

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When his dry cock entered him, Jungkook screamed. He screamed no and stop, and felt tears gushing down his face, voice hoarse from screaming. His words got mixed with his tears and he couldn't see. Couldn't think, he-he couldn't breathe.