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By the time Jimin drops me off at home, its late. I take few moments to pull my skirt down my thighs. Apparently, skirts and Harleys aren't best friends. Jimin chuckles and remove his helmet to bid me goodbye.

"Thank you for today, Jimin," I hug him as he wipe his fake tears from the corner of his eyes. I laugh at his stupidity and tell him to drive safe. He turns around the bike and leaves while I stand their sighing. The sound of revving engine echoes in the air and I remain there, waving, until he disappears.

I look at the large forest ghosting the little house in its shadow. Jungkook and his odd obsessions. Just one day in this house seemed like hell. I don't know if I would have been able to survive the torture my mind feels in this haunted house for two consecutive days.

I'm also so glad I have a best friend like Jimin. Even after years and years of our being together, I'm so thankful that we can still have a friendly relationship. I wanted to spend a good day like today with Jimin rather than in this creepy ass home with a hyperactive evil man. I wanted to celebrate dad's win cheerly and joyfully.

I think I needed this one day vacation with Jimin to ease my mind. After everything that happened yesterday this was indeed needed.

We talked about college and exams and where our seniors who just graduated are doing their internships. He tells me about the interviewing process at our college's sports club and how hard it was, but he passed because he impressed them and he's a genius player in football. Pretty Jimine things!

We go shopping for a while but then I end up buying nothing. We wasted few hours there and then went to hospital later on to meet dad. I was pleased that Jungkook already left so I didn't had to see him. He looked so riled up today but he can't tell me what to do when he left me crying and alone last night. He can't even imagine how scared I was.

Never in my life I had a dream like that and even if I ever had, my dad was always there for me, cooing me, helping me to fall back asleep again.

I lose track of time with Jimin but I don't mind. As long as I do something to keep myself sane in this crazy ass home. I grab the keys from my bag-pack and opens the door slowly and cautiously.

I tiptoe to the entrance because dad will totally chop my ass for being late and riding on a bike. My shoulders hunch when I open the shoe rack and removes my shoes guardedly.

Right.

Dad isn't here anymore.

I think I'm still in denial about it all, because everyday, I wake up thinking I'll find him in the kitchen or banging on my door, telling me I am late for college.

In my mind, my dad's still here with me. He'll come back, because thats what dads do. They stay. They don't leave like moms do.

I shake my head internally as I make my way towards the kitchen and pour myself a glass of water.

"What time is it?"

I jump, letting the glass fall from my hand and it hit the ground with breaking thud.

The living room is dark aside from the garden lights slipping through the windows. But some of it is camouflaged by a tall, broad figure who's standing there, blocking the soft hues. I can't see his features completely but I can feel the harshness in them.

"I asked what time it is, Y/N!?"

My spine jerks at his cold, rough voice with the sense of authority in it. He's always been firm, stern, but today he sounds extremely angry, and that pushes me to talk.

"Uh, nine, I think."

"You think? Is that the best reply you can come up with after disappearing, not answering your phone, not replying to my texts, and returning on the back of a fucking bike?"

My fingers tremble at his clearness, at the boldness he's delivering. He is not playing this time and the fact that he is still trying to communicate before doing something immoral is actually making my stomach twists in an odd way.

Maybe he's giving me a chance to explain myself and if I provide him with right excuses, he'll have nothing more to say and he'll have to back down.

"My phone's battery died," I say slowly, and it sounds like a lame excuse.

"What did I say about answering your phone?"

"It was on silent mode when I was in class and then I forgot to check the battery..."

"Answer the fucking question, Y/N!"

The force of his anger slams straight into mine, dragging it out in all of its chaotic glory. My insides shiver but hey, fuck him! Okay? He doesn't get to question me when he was the one who left me scared and all alone last night.

I raise my chin, my lips trembling a little, "you don't get to tell me what to do, okay? I can choose not to answer my phone and to go out on a bike and come back late and you have no say in it. You're not my dad, Jungkook. So please live and let me live too."

The silence that falls after my words is deafening and that makes me hyperaware of the sound of my own breathing, of the pulsing in my neck and the thundering in my chest.

Jungkook strides towards me, the sound of his footsteps is sure and strong and I can almost hear them stomping on something inside me.

I didn't realize I was moving back until my feet skid on floor. I squeak when my back hits something. Its only the back of the couch but I am so rattled that I'm sucking in air through my nostrils, which makes me breathe his soapy, spicy scent.

He's so close. So close that I have to stare up at his punishing dark eyes. So close that I'm sure if I'll move, my breasts will brush past his chest.

"W-what are you doing?" I don't mean to stutter at all. Today I wanted to fight him back the same way he does with me all the time. I wanted to answer everything he would have asked with a big fat reply.

"From now on, I'll have a say in it because I am your husband."

"Its on paper, remember? It will all over once dad wakes up." I replied in an airy tone but thank god I didn't stutter this time.

"Watch your fucking tongue when you speak to me or I promise it will end ugly for you... not for me!"

"Why do you even care if I ride on someone's bike?" I want my stupid mouth to shut but I think today I have a different plan. I feel feared and excited at the same time. I've never thought that one day Jungkook would be angry on me for being home late, for not answering his calls and texts.

The same man on whom I've been crushing on since I was ten years old.

I still remember the night of my eighteenth birthday when he made me believe that my presence don't even matter to him a least bit. The night where he told me that he won't even care if I am dead or alive. The night where he showed me how ruthless he can be and how much he hated me all his life.

Before I could think something else, I'm turned around on the couch. My face is pushed into the squishy cushion as my ass is on full display to Jungkook. With my short skirt, I am pretty sure, he can see my underwear.

"W-what are you...?"

"Shh! No more words. Now you'll only scream."

Before I could ask him what he mean by that, I felt the palm of his hand gently sliding on my left ass cheek. I gulped, anticipating something worse every mini second passing.

"Is he your boyfriend?"

He asks still cooing my cheek. Maybe still fighting his urge to control himself or let himself unleash his wrath on me.

"Did you allow him to touch you here?" He asks as his hand curl up on my clothed core and I clutch the side of the couch in my hands.

I squeaked when his thumb pressed on my clothed opening and I try to clench my thighs together. Everything in me clenches, my stomach, my chest, my throbbing core.

"Did you allow his fingers be deep inside you? Making you all full?"

Fuck. shit. How and since when did he start asking things like these to me?

I don't get enough time to register what he asked and a sharp, stinging pain jolts on my core. He slapped my womanhood so hard, that my head jerks up in pain. He push my head deeper into the cushion as I struggle to breathe.

"W-wha..."

My cries are cut in the middle when he spank on my core again. Two streak of tears swells from my eyes and collide with the cushion in front of my face.

"You move one more time, and I use my belt on you." He warns and I hiccup, trying to control my tears.

I thought this all was just talking back and forth but never I assumed him turning into a monster in a second.

I screamed when he slap my clothed core again and I felt my inner thighs burn for a second. It didn't take me a lot to realize that he maybe have scratched me with his rings or nails? I don't know.

"Ahh! It hurts, J-Jungkook..."

"And what do you think I was trying to do?"

He said ever so casually as if he had planned for this for his entire life. I shut my eyes tightly as I felt something wet travelling down my leg. This feels so painful as if someone have cut open my skin with a knife.

"Your blood is beautiful just like you, Y/N."
Did he made me bleed? Did he really cut my skin? The mere thought of blood on my skin made me anxious. I don't like feeling pain, I am intolerant to any sort of torture.

The jolt of pain was unbearable the time when he hit me again. I felt as if someone have placed a burning scissors on my inner thighs and on my womanhood. I could feel everything there wet. Is it from my arousal or is it just the blood that have made my panties soaking wet?

I could feel my throat getting dryer from the constant crying and with every hit he unleashed on me. "p-please stop, it's unbearable."

"I know, my creature. I know it hurts. I know it hurts a lot but isn't that what you've accomplished today?"

He said and hit me again, and this time he didn't gave me a second before he spanked me again and then again. The inside of my core clench with the pain and I could feel my clit swollen. I hid my face deeper into the cushion but a pull on my hair force my spine to jerk up.

"Don't you dare hide your screams from me. They are mine. I earned them."

He ordered and my cries get louder. Instead of spanking, now he is just hitting me constantly and roughly and I can't hide my screams in the cushion any longer. My bawling doesn't affect him, he is not a human, he is a beast. So he is repeating what he said he won't repeat on my eighteenth birthday. He's doing everything he said he won't do.

I felt a sudden rush of adrenaline in my stomach and the more I try to reduce it, the more on peak it gets. I don't want to come in a situation like this, but I'm so sensitive with all the brutal spanking he's giving me on my core. My legs shake, my insides burn, everything around my eyes turn black and all I could see was stars. I've never experienced something like this ever in my life.

He continued slapping on my core. The roughness behind his hits never lessened since the first hit. It remained same, brutal, and unsettling and unbearable. I'm so sensitive as I come down my high, but I could feel something developing inside me again.

I'm unable to hold my weight any longer, and I let go of my body but before I could hit the floor, Jungkook wraps his another arm around my waist and force me still at one place while his other hand is still working on my core.

"Ahh, shit no. Please stop! I can't handle this."

The more I plead, the rougher he gets but there's something else that's coming along with my orgasm this time, and It's uncomfortable. My legs shake harder this time, but I'm no longer carrying myself. Its Jungkook who's doing everything. Its Jungkook who's hitting me on every sensitive nerve in my core.

"Are you going to squirt, my little creature?"

He asks and as if my body was waiting for him to say these words, the rush inside me increased. I'm reaching my high and along with it, something hot is going to come out.

"Come on, squirt!"

He demands and my body obeyed.

No no no, fucking no.

This time I no longer just sees stars, I saw moon, sun, and all fucking planets in front of my eyes. He made me squirt and orgasm at the same time. He made my body jolt with pain and satisfaction at the same time. My whole body shivers with the painful feeling throughout my body and I feel nothing but ashamed and embarrassed.

I'm still crying, I'm still shaking, I'm still trembling with fear and pain but his hand is still working as if he wants me to drain every drop out of me. My panties are soaking wet along with my legs. I'm so over sensitive.

Just when my hands are about to fall on either sides of me, he stops his torturous actions and turns me around. I'm unable to hold my weight, neither for my body, nor for my head.

His arm slides under my hips and he picks me up, helping me to wrap my legs around his waist. My head falls on his shoulder and I feel like a little child in front of his enormous strength and his muscular shoulders.

He stroke my hair gently, cooing me, "Shh, Its all right."

He said and sit on the couch with me still on his lap. He doesn't care that his clothes are getting wet or dirty, all he cared at that moment was to make my cries stop. Maybe all his anger is vanished now. He rub his hand on my back, bouncing his leg a little, cooing me like an eight years old girl who might have lost her favourite toy.

"You will send me a text whenever you leave the house, right? My creature?" He asks patiently.

I slowly nod my head, my eyes still flushing out all the tears onto my cheeks.

"I need words baby."

"Y-Yes..." I cried.

"Good girl," he says and kiss the side of my cheek ever so gently as if  I am a piece of glass and he's afraid of breaking me down.

"You won't ride on other men's bike, right?"

"Rig... Right..." I replied whispering as I hiccup in the middle of the word.

He gently slide my hair strand behind my ear and I hide my face in the crook of his neck, sobbing. I still feel my core burning and my legs shaking but something in my chest is hurting more.

Something in my heart aches so badly but I find peace in his arms.

"I'm sorry." I say and I don't know why. Was it because I really feel it was my fault? Or was it because I've really did something worse with him in my life before that now my heart is urging me to say him sorry?

With a feeling of wetness between my inner thighs, I went into my deep slumber. While hugging the most dangerous man on this earth, I let myself go and slept ever so peacefully.

Thud

Thud

Thud

I'm standing in front of that old iron rusty door again. The difference this time is that I'm no longer a twenty one years old but a small little girl. My hair are open and they fall right above my little waist.

"Y/N, princess, daddy's outside with your mommy, okay?" Daddy shouts from outside.

I turn my head to the side and shout back, "Okay daddy. Y/N is playing inside!"

"Alright, don't touch anything sharp otherwise daddy will be mad."

"I know daddy, I am a big girl!"

I heard daddy's chuckle at my words and I turn my head right back towards that rusty door.

Thud

Thud

Thud

I hear the sound again. I put my ear on the door, trying to listen what the noise is but I'm unable to identify what it could be exactly.

I looked around, I saw dad playing with Taehyung and mom in the garden outside. They are busy. I want to see whats the noise that is coming from inside.

When I'm sure that mom and dad are occupied in something outside, I hold the door handle in my small hand and open it slowly. It smelled so bad. I covered my mouth, trying to control the urge to vomit. It smells like pee and shit downstairs.

While covering my mouth with one hand, I slowly slide my body inside through the door. There's no light but the daylight from the window makes everything somewhat visible.

I jump on the stairs one by one, squeaking my little baby boots on the floor.

I nearly screamed by the time I reach downstairs. My shoes are covered in blood and just then I notice, that I'm standing in the middle of a pool of blood. I don't want to make my favourite white dress dirty.

"Who are you?"

I heard a rough, raspy voice and my spine jerks at the sound. I look up and saw a chain that is attached to someone's foot. He's almost as big as Taehyung or maybe even more bigger than him but smaller than daddy. His hair are long, and his pant is dirty and covered in red colour.

I couldn't see his face completely because it's covered with his long hair and dust. Even though I'm unable to make out his features, I could see nothing but shine in his eyes. A bright shine that is on the verge of darkness. The dullness which will slowly eradicate the shimmer in his doe eyes.

He's not wearing anything on his upper body and all I could see was cuts and wounds on his back and chest, arms and freaking everywhere. I try to get closer to him, but he scoots himself away from me.

I think, maybe he wants me to introduce myself first. Oh no. Daddy will be mad at me now. He always taught me to introduce myself first before I talk to any stranger so that they would know that I am Kim Namjoon's daughter and they should better stay away from me.

I slowly get my tiny hand out for him to shake it, not knowing if he could move his hands or not, "Hi I am Nicole."

I tell him. Why do I tell him my wrong name?

"You shouldn't be here." He says as he looks up through the small window, "they can come here anytime."

Who can come here anytime? I want to ask but before questioning, I follow his line of vision and look up to the window. My breathing hastened and I fall back on the bloody floor.

I could see daddy playing with me in the lawn, mommy is running behind Taehyung. If I'm playing outside with daddy, then who is she? In who's body I am trapped in?

Suddenly I am surrounded by mirrors, and I see myself in each of them. I'm no longer Y/N, I think, I'm the same little girl I saw the other day in my dream. Blood is dripping from my mouth, my white dress is covered in blood now and I'm screaming to come out of this mirror box. This place is getting smaller and smaller. Soon after, I will be crushed in here.

I'm crying, but in mirror I could see myself laughing. No, its not me. Its someone else. Maybe, It's Nicole.

I scream, "Daddy! Daddy! Please help me. I'm here." But no one came. Maybe daddy is still playing with that girl who he thinks is his Y/N but he don't know, she's someone else.

She's not real Y/N.

I'm real Y/N.

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