JJK ff| Obsession 1| Completed

JJK ff| Obsession 1| Completed

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His silence carries his secrets. His clothes carry the scent of his victims. His phone carries the schedules of his demons. His mouth will forever be shut and he shall remain a vessel. He can deal with it. He is strong enough to deal with himself. As a treat, he just needs to look at her. His anchor to his sanity. The wall is breaking. His voice can never call for an aiding hand. *** This story contains dark elements. Please do not look for sunshine and rainbows.
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"Honey... now what did I say about disobeying me?" His voice was quiet, low and cold, slicing through the silence like a blade. She flinched before he even moved. Chains rattled above her as she struggled to back away. Her eyes, swollen and red, met his-not with defiance, but pure terror. He walked toward her slowly, savoring her panic. She looked so fragile. Breakable. Just the way he liked her. "P-Please..." she whispered. "I didn't mean to-" He silenced her with a finger to her lips. "Shh." Tilting her chin up, he forced her to meet his eyes. His touch was almost tender, but she knew better. Behind it hid a monster who toyed with his prey before breaking them. "You don't speak unless I allow it," he murmured. "And you don't beg-unless it's for me." A tear slid down her cheek. He wiped it away slowly, then smiled-darkly. "I could be kind," he said. "I could give you everything. But you'd rather test me. Run. Cry. Scream. Thinking someone will save you." He laughed softly. "No one's coming. You're mine now. Mine to hurt, own... destroy." She trembled, shrinking into the corner. And he adored it. Her fear. Her weakness. "You'll learn to love the pain, sweetheart," he whispered. "Because I'll teach you. Again and again... until all you know is my name on your lips, begging for mercy I'll never give." He stepped back, watching her sob-beautiful even in ruin. Untouched. Pure. A canvas he'd stain with obsession and darkness. And no matter how loud she screamed... No one would hear her. --- ⚠️ This story contains dark themes, emotional manipulation, and disturbing content. Read at your own risk.

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