"The game is not over yet baby." -Kim Namjoon.
Betrayal, Blood, Revenge.
Where will it lead to ?
Second book of the Russian Roulette series. A Kim Namjoon fan fiction. Eroticas, explicit language, mature scenarios. A continuation. A thorough readin...
I cough loudly as water is poured on me. It feels as if my whole body is paralysed; every muscle of mine is paining to death. I wish I hadn't tried to run.
I am afraid.
Afraid to open my eyes, to see who is standing in front of me. I don't want to see his face. Not because I hate him but because I broke him.
"Won't you even spare a glance at me kitten ?"
No. This is not happening. It is him. His voice, his way of speech and the hatred.
After much debate in my mind, I open my eyes. And there he is, the love of my life and the start of my destruction with his sharp gaze peircing through my soul.
"Now if you're done staring. Why can't you be a little grateful ? I could've left you with Yoongi to die but guess what I forgot ? Old habits die hard. Guess it's the same for you too."
I muster up a little bit of strength in me. "Kim Namjoon, I am not grateful to you. Not a bit."
He just smirks, "Cocky much ?" He then comes up to me and whispers in my ears, "Your daughter is with me, one wrong step and you know the rest." My eyes widen in realisation.
Damnit Jimin !
"Let's treat your wounds now." Saying this he quickly pours alcohol on my thighs. My skin burns and tears run down my eyes.
"Since you were heavily drugged the after effects will be harsh." Saying he gets up his chair and moves behind me. My body tenses. What is he up to ?
Without any warning, he holds a fistful of my hair and looks straight into my eyes. "Listen y/n, don't try anything stupid. Or else your daughter is in danger."
Our daughter. I wish I could tell you.
He had warned me not to do anything stupid but guess what, now I agree with him, "Old habits die hard."
At the moment I am chained to a chair with burns all over my body. I should've listened to him.
Earlier,
Jin just took the empty plate with him and left the room. It is my chance as I am untied. I quickly scan my surroundings as I step outside the room and I spot a window to the extreme left. Let's get it. I run. I mean limp my way towards the window but even before I was half way, a cricket bat was smashed on my head.
I woke up in the dungeon but this time with a furious Namjoon. Not good.
"You never listen to me kitten." He presses the light cigarette on my arms and I scream out in pain. "Stop."
Why would he listen to me? He said I was cold due to the drugs so he just made it comfy for me. Fuck him.
Fuck him ?!
I ended up with nasty bruises all over my hands and legs. And to top it all he chained me tightly to the chair. I cried in pain as the chains scratched my skin and bruises but he ignored me and left me in my state of trauma.
To be continued...
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Author's note:
Hello my dear readers ! Happy Namjoon Day ! Sorry for my late wish. You all are amazing and thank you for all the love you have given to "Russian Roulette book 1" 😘😘😭😭 I love you all so much. I am sorry I wasn't able to update in time.
My plan was to update a smut on Namjoon's birthday but I am lagging behind so much *cries* But thankfully I updated at last.
