The Need to be Owned

Chapter Twenty One: New Reality

"Let go off me!"
"Nooo! Stop! I'm not going anywhere with you!"
"You murderer! I hate you Taehyung!"

BANG!

TAEHYUNG'S POV-:

Sometimes the hardest thing to do is to love someone who trie to cut you off and leave you. Someone who you can't imagine your life without, but they can, without you.
Oh Mavi. You really cut open my wound and tried to leave me bleeding. Bold of you to assume you'd get away with it. Get away from ME.

"S-stop. Please! Someone HELP!" She begged, annoying the shit out of me.
I kissed her, as my tongue fought hers. I bit her tongue hard. A muffled yelp echoed its way into my ear.
I pinned her against the wall, as I held her neck with an iron fist. Tightening my hold with every passing second, I watched as she struggled, thrashing her weak, bony limbs, in her futile attempt to overpower me.

Just when she was at the verge of passing out, I released her. She fell on the floor, gasping for air. Her gasps, oh how morbid.
She was just no fun. What's the point of prolonging her death if it's gonna be no fun!
I looked at her, as she miserably tried to crawl away from me. It was a sigh that would bring a doleful look on anyone's face, but not mine.

I exhibited nothing but pure detestation. Without wasting a moment, I grabbed her by her long, blonde curls, making her neck arch, and sliced it, watching her spit up her own blood as I wiped the knife clean with my shirt.
I decided not to fuck her, since I'd technically be cheating, on You.
So I dragged the girls defunct body, and placed it in one of my empty coffins.

Anders would deal with her tomorrow, embalming her, just in case, if she may serve a future purpose.
I left the basement and headed upstairs. As I peeked through the bedroom door, I saw you, wide awake, staring at the huge renaissance painting on the wall across from you. Your eyes were emptier than they had been yesyerday,when I'd come to check on you.

I walked in, catching your attention, but only to be greeted with the abhorrence, that shone in your big, brown orbs.
"Look who's back."
You said snidely, making me chuckled.
"Glad to see you're more vocal today." I stepped closer, placing my palm on your cheek.
"I've missed your beautiful voice, Angel."

You simply looked away, gently tugging at the chains that pinned you to my bed, as a form of defiance.
I glanced at your left leg, securely wrapped in its dressing, as it was propped above pillows to elevate it above the level of your head.
Seeing your hostility towards me, really pisses me off, but boy, I try to keep my cool, for you.

"How about a bath? And then we can order some pizza with fries. Just the way you like it." I chirped, trying to lift your spirits.
"Don't you dare touch me, you piece of shit!" You hissed.
"Come now Mai, these no need for you to be so bitter."
"Fuck you. The minute my leg heals, I'm sprinting out of this fucked up mansion.Far away from you!"

That's it. Screw the patient, being the bigger person bullshit.
I harshly grabbed your chin, forcing you to look me in the eye. Our noses almost touched at our closeness. I could feel your hot breath on my lip.
"If you ever try to leave me, I'll shoot the other leg too. And this time, it would be a lot more gruesome than a flesh wound. We clear?"
I could see the trepidation in your eyes, despite your attempt to conceal it. You simply nodded, proving your surrender.

I moved away and fished my pocked for the key to open your chains. I freed you and quickly picked you up, afraid that your impulsive ideas knew no bounds.
Flashbacks of how reckless you were when you first woke up here still worry me. Mavis, though is the more gentle one, completely lost her shit.

But I guess I don't blame her. Anyone would be terrified, waking up chained to a bed, with a shot leg.
But I was livid watching her struggle so hard, so desperate to free herself from me. Not caring that she could potentially open up her fresh stitches.
I simply made Mrs Stevenson sedate her, for I didn't want to hurt her more than she already was.

And now, ever since that day, almost two weeks ago, I haven't caught a glimpse of Mavis. I've been given the company of the feisty Mai. Not that I'm complaining. It's fun to watch her break, slowly. Watch the novel fear that clouds her eye, watch her tremble at my touch. Oh it's phenomenal!

I grabbed you and took you to the bathroom. I made you sit by the edge of the bathtub, as I carefully undressed you. You flinched as my fingers brushed over the hem of your underwear, making me smirk. You were definitely thinking about it. I have been too, for days on end now.
I gently pulled your underwear down leaving you completely naked.

Your olive skin gleamed, as though beckoning my touch.
I grabbed a cloth, dipping it in warm water from the tub. I gently started to clean you, careful not to let your dressing get exposed to the water.
As I reached your thighs, I spread you legs a little wider. This had always been my favourite part of our clean up session. Gently, bringing the cloth closer to you, I pressed it against your core, making you gasp.

You tried to squirm and resist, but eventually, you'd always give into the pleasure. Blood rush to my cock, making me painfully aware of my own needs. So once I was done cleaning you up, and changing your bandages, I made you stay, and watch, as I showered, pleasing myself, as I moaned your name like a prayer.

Though this was a sinister and devilish scenario. But knowing Mai, her needs, and how her body works, it isn't long before she's playing with her own clit, as her eyes soak in every inch of me.
It felt like her way of coming to terms with the fact that she truly has no other fate. She belongs to ME.
And soon, I'll make Mavis realise the very same.
They will both know, that they belong to ME and me alone. They are mine to OWN.