⚠️ Content Warnings: This story contains graphic depictions of abuse, torture, sexual violence, psychological manipulation, forced pregnancy, child harm, and generational trauma. It is a work of dark fiction meant for mature audiences only.
🔞 Intended Audience: 18+ readers who can distinguish between fantasy and reality. Do not engage if you are sensitive to themes of non-consent, extreme violence, or emotional distress.
✋ Author's Note: This fic is not a representation of BTS or their real personalities. It is a purely fictional exploration of dark mafia AU tropes and psychological horror.
❗ Responsibility: Read at your own discretion. Mind your mental health. If you feel triggered, stop immediately and seek support.
This is not romance.
This is not healthy.
This is horror.
- The Author
ou are Lot 47.
Stripped. Collared. Displayed under blinding lights as predators circle, their eyes stripping you bare between sips of vintage wine. Among them, Kim Taehyung-the most dangerous man in the room-watches you with the lazy hunger of a wolf who's already decided how your bones will break.
His winning bid is a death sentence wrapped in velvet:
"I don't want her obedience. I want her screams."
What follows is a descent into hell so exquisite, you'll forget which wounds are physical and which ones he carved into your soul. Chains become caresses. Pain becomes poetry. And by the time you understand the rules of his game-you'll beg to play forever.
But the real horror doesn't end when the last chapter does.
It lives on in the way your hands shake when you hear a bell jingle.
In the phantom sting of a brand you'll never stop feeling.
And in the terrible, whispered truth:
Some cages are so beautiful, you forget they're cages at all.
- A psychological horror where love and cruelty wear the same face, and the only thing more terrifying than his obsession is what you'll become to survive it.
Enter at your own risk.
(You've already been sold.) 🔪