The Need to be Owned

Chapert Ten: The Origin of a Freak

TAEHYUNG's POV-:

You are truly beautiful angel. Iridescent.
You've got me captivated. Always guessing what your next move will be.
You were screaming my name, as I wrecked you. And now, here you are, dancing to jazz music in my study.
You sway your body to the calming, yet peppy tune of the saxophone, as I enjoy your silly yet adorable show, sipping whiskey.
"Dance with me Tae!" You beckon with excitement. And of course I couldn't resist. Especially not when you call me that, TAE.

I strip my robe, left only in my boxers, and walk closer to you, holding onto your waist. Your bare chest touches mine, as you wrap your arms around my neck. As though at cue, a slow song starts playing, and we sway gently, content with ourselves.
"Your beautiful Angel." I whisper in your ear, earning a soft giggle from you.
"You're not too bad yourself."
You rest your head on my shoulder as we kept swaying.
"I never want this to end." You whisper softly.
"It won't. You're Mine now angel. I'm never losing you." I guarantee possessively.

You stop moving and pull away, staring deep into my eyes.
"What about Mavis?" You look at me, so vulnerable, making me want to envelope you in my hold.
"She still thinks you're a monster. She's afraid of you, and what you might do to her."
"I'll make it right, I promise. I need you, both of you, and I'm willing to do whatever it takes to win her over." I assured, kissing your forehead.
"Can I ask you something Mai?"
"Anything."
"How did, this, happen? When did you become a part of Mavis?"
You laugh loudly at my question, almost psychotically.

Smirking at me sinisterly, you spoke.
"I never became a part of her. She's the one who possessed me."
"Why?"
You took a deep breath and spoke.
"I was always the dominant personality. Frankly my parents hated me, saying I was a bitch and an ungrateful child. I didn't have any friends. Those who hung out with me, left me at some point for a better friend. I was always teased, called fat and chubby. It really fucked me up. So, when I was thirteen, I started losing weight. Lost twelve kgs by the end of the year. And suddenly I had friends, boys started talking to me, people noticed me more, and I loved the attention. So... I decided to change my personality as well. That's how Mavis was born.
She was always the perfect, goody two shoes. A total people pleaser."

You grabbed my glass of whiskey, chugging it down, as though to gain courage, before continuing.
"When I noticed that people liked her more, I started backing off. Slowly she became the more dominant personality, and I, I just watched, showing myself only in the safe confines of home. But home soon got fucked up too.
My parents split when I was fifteen.
My dad left and my mom took me with her. Within four months, she married some rich business guy. Fancy house, fancy cars, and an asshole of a son."

You stopped at the word son.
I knew then, that something bad happened to you, and he was the cause of it.
"What. Did . He. Do ?" I asked, gritting my teeth.
You looked at me, and smiled, as a tear ran down your cheek.
"He Raped M-me" you whimpered, struggling to hold onto your bad bitch Demeanour.
As much as I wanted to hold you, I didn't, resisting the urge, for I knew you hate being weak.

"He did it for almost two years." You spoke barely above a whisper, letting out a little sniff.
You took a deep breath and then smiled.
"But thankfully, he left for college when I was seventeen. So I never saw him again."
"He was your first?" I asked plainly.
"Yes. But you were my first, Consensually." You spoke reassuringly. Hearing that, I wrapped my arms around you, not wasting a second.
"I promise you, no one will ever hurt you again. I'll protect you till my dying breath." I swore earnestly.
"I know you will." You said giving me a peck on the cheek.

"Mai, what about your parents? Did you ever tell them?"
"Every time. Mom would get mad, calling me a liar and my claims, a 'cry for attention'. But deep down I knew that she believed me. She was just scared that she's loose the rich bastard shed leached onto if she confronted his son." You repulsed.
"Your father?" I asked
With a chuckle you answered.
"He didn't care about anything other than my academics and my grades. He wouldn't even call unless the school notified him of my bad grades.
I tried to confide in him once, but he blamed my mother and told me she's the reason I was in that mess, hence she should fix it.
It's like they resented each other so much, that I got completely neglected and sidelined in the process."

"Do you hate them?" I asked my final question.
"More than anything in this world."
"Do you want them dead?"
"Everyday." You claim, bitterly.
That's it. That's all I needed to hear. Consider it done Angel. I'll make them pay, all of them, for hurting you.
That's a VOW. And I never break mine.
"Taehyung, tell me something."
"Hmmm?"
"What's your story? How did you end up the way you did?"
I hesitated for a second, but then I looked into your alluring eyes.

I couldn't hide from you. I had started trusting you as blindly as you did me.
So I pulled you by the arm and led you to the bathroom.
"How about I tell you everything you want to know, as we soak in a warm bath?" You pout, but then I make you an offer you cannot resist.
"You can pick any scented candle you like."
Your eyes glimmer with excitement, but then slight mischief.
"Done. But I also get to choose where you'll fuck me next." You purr seductively, nibbling on my earlobe. I chuckled in pure delight.
"As you wish, Angel Mine."