"If I got rid of my demons, I'd lose my angels." 

- Tennessee Williams

"Jungkook." You plead.

Just let me leave.

He takes a step forward, making you step backwards. A ray of light from outside the window falls on him in the darkened room—his jaw clenched and his sharp eyes wanting to eat you alive. His chest glistens with sweat under the fragment of brightness. At least, he had put on a pair of pants. He no more looks like the Jungkook you met that day in the café, or the Jungkook who slow danced with you, or the Jungkook who made love to you.

It's almost dawn, soon it'll be the morning. The town will wake up soon, you'll be free soon, or so you think. Your body is shaking and you take heavy breaths as you try to think about a way to negotiate with him. You think of forgiving him and forgetting about all the things he did to you, just for the sake of him letting you leave his house.

"Jungkook what?" He bares his teeth. Taking another step forward, he's only inches away from you. "You saw everything. What do I do with you now?"

"Please." Your mouth trembles as you take another step back, realising you've almost hit a wall. There's no escape now. That's when he quickens his space, making you bump into the wall. He slaps both his arms on either side and glares at you. His face is so close you can sense his breath fanning on your cheek, but you are too scared to open your eyes. You're scared to find what his expression holds—what intentions he has in store.

"Look. At. Me." His voice cuts through your ears and you shoot your eyes open. He's looking at you with so much intensity that your knees start wobbling and a teardrop escape—rolling down your cheek. His face softens a little, it's fleeting but you catch it anyway before he hardens again. There's still hope. You can work with that.

He inches his face forward, his mouth millimetres away from touching yours. Suddenly, he tilts his head and licks your cheek, cleaning the stray teardrop. You feel nauseous. You want to push him off you but you know it'll be a stupid move. He'll eventually overpower you.

"You're scaring me." You sob, more drops of tears fall down as you plead miserably. He doesn't answer, he just glares at you, his face close enough to kiss you—to have you however he likes. "Let me go, Jungkook. Please."

"I can't do that, baby." He says it so calmly—as if he's telling you his groceries list. "You'll run and tell everyone. They will never understand what you mean to me. We are meant to be together. Look at all the things I did for you, all the limits I crossed for you." He motions around the room with his right hand but you are unable to take your eyes away from him. You don't want to let your guard down. Nothing in this room can hurt you more than Jungkook can. He notices your lack of attention and growls, "Look at it, dammit!"

He hits the wall with his clenched fist making you flinch and scream. You start crying hard. You are scared for your life. You don't want to die.

"It was that bitch's message that triggered you, right?" he dives himself in your hair, sniffing you. "Answer me. It was her voicemail that made you fucking roam around the house with my fucking cum inside you, dripping everywhere, claiming your territory. You cunt."

You stand there, under his grip as he shakes your arm, trying to get an answer. You feel like throwing up, his corrupted words poking daggers in your chest. "Y-yeah..."

His demeanour softens and he runs his fingers through your hair, still caging you with his other hand. This hot and cold behaviour makes your skin crawl. You're having difficulty standing as the time keeps ticking, all the energy in your body seems to have evaporated. 

You slowly place your hand on the desk sitting beside you, holding all the EAP letters. It's when you slide your hand farther on the desk, hidden from his roaming gaze, that you find a letter opener. You grip it tightly, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

"I would have deleted the messages sooner if it wasn't for that bitch. But I took care of her, baby. You don't have to worry about her." He keeps talking but you can't concentrate anymore. I took care of her, keeps ringing in your ear. What did he do to her?

"Oh, and that ex of yours. I would have left him be but he had come back all the way from America to marry you. Can you imagine that? Found an engagement ring in his coat pocket. Fucking asshole! Wants to fuck my girl. My girl!" He tilts your chin upwards, making you meet his wicked gaze. Sometime during his confession, his pupil had dilated to the point he almost looks demonic. "You are mine. Do you understand that?"

He slowly licks your lips, only to bite your bottom lip. You close your eyes, unable to face him as he enters his tongue between your parted mouth and devours you like there's no tomorrow. Pulling away, he whispers as if his life depends on it. "Tell me you are mine."

He waits for your response. Your mouth feels paper dry and you are unable to formulate words. You can't say it, you just can't. You are not his, you never will be. If you say it right now, it'll turn into a bad omen and you'll never be free of him. "Tell me!"

You scream when you feel your scalp sting. He bunches your hair in his fist and bites your ear with all the strength he can muster, sucking it hard in an attempt to soothe the wound. You see blood smudged between his lips as he parts—your blood. He licks it dry and smirks. "Say it, ____."

Your lips quiver and you slowly whisper, "I'm yours."

You press your eyelid tight and cry harder. There's no sound coming out of your mouth, just streams and streams of tears that should've come out when you first received a text from EAP, and when you first received his letter, and when Jimin held shared your bed the night the electricity went out, and when Wendy told you she loved you, and when she told you she slept with Jimin.

You kept your emotions locked in a box and threw away the key. Jungkook found it and opened the box. Now, you can't stop feeling. Your life keeps spinning around you and it feels like these are the last hours of your existence. Will anyone ever know about how you died? Or will Jungkook cover up the mess he created? He has been sloppy in the past.

If only you trusted him lesser than you did.

"You lied about your mother." She was never in the hospital. No one in the town had heard from her in months, you remember your parents mentioning it. They were shocked to hear Jungkook say that she was alive during Christmas. Realisation hits you and you look back at the time you found his family pictures in the hallway, her name in the bottom and how it matched with the death certificate you found among other incriminating evidence. "She's already dead."

"I have a question." You slowly open your eyes and clear your throat. You can't die without knowing. "What did you do to Wendy?" You add. "And Jimin?"

You look him straight in the eyes, challenging him. The ball is in your court now. You will not cry, and you will most certainly not back away. You will fight. You will get out of this. You will save Wendy and Jimin, if they are still alive, that is. And you will get justice.

He is taken aback by your sudden burst of confidence but recovers quickly, seeing right through your bluff. You might act all tough from the outside but your body still keeps trembling and your head spins from the lack of sleep, hangover, and all that Jungkook is.

"Well," he says slowly, sensually. He slides his fingers from your knees to the insides of your thighs. You feel a mixture of dread and arousal mixing in at the same time, making it unable for you to stand. You need to sit down. His fingers roam around the strap of your, or his, shorts ever so slowly as he studies you, determining what's going on inside your head.

He wants to break your armour and so far, he has been successful. Changing pace, he swiftly inserts his hand inside, palming your cunt. You try to hold back a moan. You hate yourself for being this affected by him—feeling aroused when all you should be feeling is repulsion.

"I took care of them, obviously." He says nonchalantly as he inserts two fingers inside you—stretching you out, while his thumb plays with your clit. "They are dead. I think. I didn't pay much attention after the blow on their heads. It worked on my father. It must've worked on them."

Your confidence slips away as he explains everything while fingering you. He tells you how he met you in school, how he 'fell in love at first sight,' how he has been stalking you for years, how you chased him back on Reddit, how he orchestrated his plan to get closer to you, how he is the neighbour Wendy kept calling Thighland, how he 'took care' of his father, his mother, your building's landlady when she caught feelings for him and started threatening him, after a series of hook-up to gain her confidence and leeway into your life—she was the easiest to take care of as she was in love with him. He slit her throat while he came inside her.

And then he got Wendy and then Jimin.

How none of this would have happened if it wasn't for you.

He stops moving his fingers when he senses something. His eyes narrow down and he pushes you hard against the wall. He takes out the envelope you had sneaked in your shorts earlier.

Shit.

"Oh," he whispers. He tosses it after careful examination and resumes his assault on you. "You naughty girl. Sneaking things behind my back."

Too many emotions invade your mind, breaking you like a water dam flooding. You don't even want to fight anymore. You want to die. You did this, you are the reason why they are dead. You don't deserve to live. But there's a hope that maybe, just maybe it's all just a bluff, and you can still save the day. You have your parents to take care of, you need to pay the price. You can't leave without holding yourself accountable.

Everything happens in a blur.

Your hand tightens around the letter opener, hoping it's sharp.

His fingers keep working on you. He keeps talking.

You keep pretending to listen.

And then you strike. You aim for his eye.

But he flinches and the dagger lands on his cheek.

It is sharp end slices through his skin while he cries in pain like a wild animal.

Or a demon. Or Satan himself.

He's still inside you, now scratching your insides with his nails with all his might.

You both scream louder than bombs.

The room blurs around you but you push it away just like you push him away.

You bolt the door shut, hoping it'll buy you time.

You hear him growl, "Bitch!"

And you run. Harder than ever.

Slamming your body into a large window, you shatter the glass and jump out.

Adrenaline and all.

Once the white t-shirt turns crimson.

But you keep running and running.

And you find his car.

Freedom.

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A/N : So, this was long... What are your thoughts?

I'm so sorry for the late update. :(

Few more chapters left.

Take care <3