Warning ⚠️ abusive scenes ahead do not read if you are not comfortable with it.

Y/N

Anticipation. Aspirations. They are at the verge of declination. Trace by trace.

There was only one silhouette in my life. My man. Ian. But he is fond of being called as Jungkook. He was there for me as my silhouette. To haunt me and stumble. Stumble and fall on his possesive trench, from which I never wanted to mount out. Unless. The day , Jimin's call plunged like a thunderstorm that shattered me. That served as steps for me to mount out of my possession trench which was imbecile of me.

May be I should have loitered inside it. May be I should have being sewn to his flesh and bones , so that no one would have peeled out from him. Not even this douchebag with face immersed in his hair and weird beard. And that biconcave glass, I want to knock it off his face. He is perfect definition of douchebag.

Ian hates leftovers. I dont know how he leftover this schmuck. I dont know how he didn't get a glimpse of this motherfucker's silhouette wandering behind us like a phantom. Nope. Phantom can be better companion. But this tremoring filthy being , it is hard to scrape off. He was there lingering like a leech sucking out my life, watching me in pain.

I was under the impression , that, Paxson and Clark were the ringleader behind all of the  catastrophes occured in my life. But it turned out, it was this sick schmuck.  Jake motherfucking Carpenter. Just because he was a companion of the other Jeon Jungkook. 

Enigmatic.

Did he do all of these for the other Jungkook? Or was it because he had venomous vendetta over Ian at NIA? He mentioned something about file. What file ? Why did even Ian get into NIA while he could just murder everyone with his bare hands?

Jake was pestering Ian by questions while they caught me as primary suspect at NIA. Ian was literally throwing hands on him. And relished my every torments I went through.

" He is here " a voice spoke from the corner of the room. My eyes slipped to the spot from where the voice barged in. It was a speaker. The voice spoke through a speaker.

" Alright. Y/N. I have a small meeting with Jimin. You can stay here and listen to our conversation peacefully. But..." He snickered at me. " He cant hear you. Not your screams. Not your cries. "

My eyes lingered on the speaker and then shifted to the other corner. A red dotted light was flickering at me.

"You see that camera? That is not just for surveillance and watching you.It is my seat that puts me in edge to witness you enduring. I want to watch every tear streaming down your disgusting fucking face. Every scream you choke and gag down. I want to see you twitch with my torment and torture, minute by minute, second by second, clawing your nails at the wall like a insane madwoman,  while I sit back and enjoy the show. " His face was at mere inches from mine. His jaw pebbled. "Your pain is art to me, Y/N. Your pain and your hurt is so fucking beautiful, I am so greedy about it.  And I will keep implementing more pain to you again and again, until you forget what peace ever felt like. What life ever felt like. You will forget every trace of your rotting life , only pain and torture will stay in you. "

I whimpered. " Why are you doing this? Please.."my voice came into tremors.

" Why am I doing this? " He guffawed. " You. Y/N. You. You are the reason."

" I didn’t mean any of terrible things to happen to Jungkook. I dont even remember anything about what I did to him. I was just trying to find the truth, that’s all! I didn’t know it would end up like this. I just wanted to know what Ian was hiding from me. I swear I didn’t mean to cross you. Please… don’t hurt Jungkook. Don’t hurt him. Let him go."Tears flowed down from my eyes as I begged.

" I cant do that. He is the bait for my game. I wont let him go until I wreck every inch of your soul and body. Until your soul rots away and you are nothing but a breathing corpse, just flesh for several men to ruin over and over again."He spoke through his gritted teeth.

My body shook in dismay.

" I have waited for this moment, Y/N. So long... watching you pretend like you were in control. But the truth? You never were. You weren’t living your life. You were living the one I mapped out for you. until you crawled to his lap and kissed him like a whore." He took a step forward. " Yet. I didnt lose my track. I mapped them right way "

My face furrowed deep.

"You still don’t get it, do you, Y/N?" His voice came out like a gentle whisper. "You thought you were chasing answers… but all this time, I was feeding you the questions. And that bastard tried to scrape you out of the questions. Tried so fucking hard but, the name Jungkook pestered you terribly. Didnt it?" He let out a menace laugh. " Paxson and Clark? They were never the real threat. They were my shadows. My tools. You thought they were monsters… but they only answered to me. They are just puppets. I was the one behind their curtains. " He tilted his head and eyes gleamed in amuse. " Your husband… that pathetic, persistent shadow… he kept ruining everything. Until I decided to use him too."

His voice dipped in a growl."All it took was a phone call. A whisper in the dark. And you came running,right into the trap. Into the basement. Like you were meant to. " A sinister smirk lingered on his face. "But he… he followed you. He tried to save you. And look how that ended. He died. For you. Because of you. His blood, on your hands…"

A tear roamed down my eyes . Again.

"That’s your prison, Y/N. Not these walls. Not the locks. Your mind. Your guilt. That’s where I have trapped you. And you will never crawl your way out.And it will slowly, kill you. While you remember every single thing happened in your life ,ten years ago " He turned and walked to the door. And then, he halted to walk further.
" After I finish with Jimin, I want you stripped bare before I walk back in. No clothes. No defiance.  Not even a inch of your body must be covered. Just that terrified look smeared across your filthy fucking face. I want you trembling , crying, and hoping someone would help you, because the second the door creaks open, you will know exactly what is coming, and you will beg me to stop before I even start."

" No. Please. Dont.  Please. Not again.." I begged. He exulted in my fear.

" Its just the beginning. " He scoffed and opened the door swiftly and slammed it close.

" No no. Not again." A cold shudder ran through my veins. " No don't do this!" I ran to the door and thumped my fists to the closed door. " Please let me out.let me out!!!" I screeched only for my voice to bounce back to me, but never out of the walls.

" Any sign of him?" Jimin's voice spoke through the speaker. I gasped.

" No. No leads. Did you atleast get his girl?" Jake questioned him. His voice was calm and relaxed.

"No. That idiot has Y/N. He fucking kidnapped her and took off to some unknown location in a damn chopper." Jimin's voice came in with high pitch frustration.

I let out a sharp breath.

" Well, why do you want to find the girl? We need to capture him for false identity and impersonation.We dont need the girl for that." Jake stated.

" It is not impersonation. His name is Jeon Jungkook. He just pretended to be the other one. " Jimin retorted.

" Jimin " he laughed out " That is what impersonation is. And his name is Jeon Ian. Not Jeon Jungkook. Didn't you check the file I gave you. "

" The file you gave me,precisely says its Jeon Jungkook. Kingpin of the entire global criminal syndicate, that has several branches. " Jimin voice was sharp and firm.

" What the fuck is global criminal syndicate?" I mumbled.

" The name Jeon Jungkook was just a name to conceal from mobsters, gangsters and his rivals. His name is Jeon Ian." Jake almost roared at Jimin. " Find him and drag him behind the bars!"

" We cant do that just like that " Jimin snapped back at him. " It could put Y/N in a perilous trap. Because capturing him could lead to international conflicts between every  criminals across the nations.  And Y/N will be the first pawn in that "

" Why do you even care about her? I mean she is just an orphan. No mom. No dad. No husband. No one. She is just a girl that moron was obsessed " Jake snorted out a laugh. "NIA doesnt work to protect her. "

I let out a shuddered cry.

" Y/N. Has a brother and his name is Park Jimin " Jimin snarled that pierced through the speakers.

" Since when?" Jake scoffed.

" Since, that moron commanded me to protect her for ten years when he was not around, at times." Jimin's voice wobbled. The consternation reflected in his voice. " Her brother will find her."

I instantly immersed my knees to floor and lied on my stomach. " Jimin! " I thumped my fist to the floor. " I am in here. Please. "

" Did you find the silver bloodline file?" Jake shot up a question.

" What does that have to do with this? That file was part of a confidential session my uncle was handling before he died." A bottle pop sound followed by pouring sound swam in.

" Died? Come on , Jimin." Jake laughed out. " You killed him."

A beat of silence passsed. Probably Jimin might have offered him soul raking glare.

" Thats none of your fucking business. " Jimin snapped at him.

" Fine. Dont you think the assassinations of silver bloodline is linked to Ian?" Another trickling sound of liquid came in. Probably he might be pouring whiskey or some shit to drink. " We found out that he is an assassin. Dont you think the silver bloodline assassination is connected to him? "

" Why would he assasinate some random bloodline when he is the kingpin of the syndicate? " Jimin's patience was hanging on his nerves which depicted through his words.

" I think Y/N has something to do with it. " Jake knocked the phrase as if he awaited for so long to speak about it.

My breath pitched up.

" Y/N?" Jimin voice came out in whisper.

"Why would he butcher an entire bloodline himself, when he has an army of assassins who would obey his command without question? He is the kingpin of the most feared global syndicate, he doesn’t lift a finger unless he wants the message to burn. He usually orchestrates death from the shadows, pulling strings, giving silent nods, letting others stain their hands. But this time… this time he walked into the flames of wrath by himself." Jake let out a sigh."Because this wasn’t business. It would definitely be vengeance. It might be personal."

I swallowed hard. Just the mention of his name sent a shudder slithering down my bones. It ignited to my chest. Every breath I took felt like glass shards were piercing my lungs. And yet, despite the fear, despite everything he has done, God, I want him here. I need him beside me. The crushing truth is, I let him die. I didn’t stop it. I didn’t save him. Now that hollow guilt claws at me, tearing me apart from the inside out. I want my man here with me. Tears rushed down from my eyes.

"Silver bloodline might have not only just cross him, they  might have touched something that belonged to him. Y/N. And for her, he might have took things to his own hands. " He paused. Probably to take a gulp down of his drink. " He didn't just eliminate them, he erased them from blood, name, and legacy. No mercy. No survivors. The slaughter was not a warning. It was some warning marked in his wrath. "

" Who are the silver bloodline? Who the heck are they? Why would he kill them for me?" I mumbled in a whisper.

" Looks like you know more about Y/N and Jungk...." Jimin stumbled in his words." I mean , Ian ."

" I am director of NIA , Jimin. Remember.  I never leave a loophole. " Jake chortled at him. Which annoyed me. Probably for Jimin too.

" Alright. Try to find him and eventually you can find the girl too. Now leave. Dont waste my time." Jake snapped at him again.

" I am trying to track where the heck his helicopter landed. I sent men from NIA to capture him and save Y/N. But there was something bizzare. Someone attacked the men from NIA . And if I find out who they are .." Jimin paused. " They will see hell. "

" Jimin! Its him . Its him. He sent the men and tracked us down to the cabin ! Jimin please." I roared thumping my fist to the floor.

" We will see about that. Lets  find out who ends up paying a visit to whose hell." Jake slipped out another chuckle.

A second of tranquility passed. Probably Jimin will be exchaging a sharp gaze at him. " Alright. I am off now." Footsteps commenced to fade away.

" No no. Dont leave!. Dont leave me..! Jimin dont.  Leave...." I punched the floor. It hit my knuckles. " Jimin. Please. Ian has a brother. Jungkook. He is in there . You need to help him." I roared. " No no no dont leave....he is the only family left . Please dont go. He has got him." My roars shifted to sobs." Please."

" What? What is it?" Jake's voice barged in suddenly through the speakers.

" Nothing " Jimin's sharp breath waved. " It is like someone is screaming for me, like some invisible force is dragging at my chest, refusing to let me go. I don’t know why, but I cant bring myself to leave… something is holding me here, and it wont. . "

" Thats nothing. Its just the wall. It might be my pet. Squealing and playing around. "Jake lied to his teeth.

" No no. Jimin. Dont listen to him. I am in here. Dont listen to him. Ian is dead. Please " i cried out and rested my forehead to the floor. " Please dont leave me...."

" You have a pet?" Jimin's question came out of the blue.

" Yeah. A rat. A filthy Rat." Jake retorted " you dont wanna see it. "

Footsteps set forth to fade away again.

" No no Jimin dont leave me. Please i am begging you!  Ian is dead. I fucking killed him..." I cried out. My voice ruptured with my sobs ." Please I killed him..." My voice came out in a squeal. My tears immersed  to the floor. " I should have listened to him. I should have listened to my husband.. what did I do? What the fuck did I do? I let him die. I fucking let him die...." I hit my forehead to the floor voluntarily. " Dont leave. Me. Dont leave Jungkook. He is my only family "

I swiftly stood on my feet and rushed to the window shielded with glass. My eyes located him leaving the mansion and walking out through the pathway. " Jimin. Please. In here. I am in here. Jimin!! " I thumped my fist to the glass " please dont go. Come back. Come back. Please Jimin..come back .." I screeched until his figure  dispersed away from my eye sight out of the huge gate that lead to a dirt road crowned with trees.

" He left. He is not coming to save you " Jake's voice pierced in behind me. I didnt even notice that he opened the door of the room. I turned aorund abruptly. " You fuck.!" I screeched and clasped his collars with my one hand. " Let me go! Let us go!. "

"Didn I tell you to strip before I step inside here!" I unclasped my fingers from his shirt.

" The fuck I will." I smashed my palm to his face. His head jolted to a side.
" You will. You should. Or do you want me to rip them apart " he gave me insane smile and pulled out a scissors. I took a step back in frightness. " Dont.." I took a gulp down.
" Strip." He tilted his head . His eyes turned into onyx pebbles.
" No." I shook my head.
" Fine I will do it for you " He hurled himself forward and hooked his fingers at my shirt's collars. " No no let go.." I struggled and writhed. He set the huge scissors at my abdomen. " Behave or I will plunge this inside your stomach and pull out the coils of your intestine. " He warned me. " Please dont do this. " I clasped his hand that was clung to my collars.
" I would love to do it." He gave me chuckle and pulled the collar of the shirt ,down with a harsh  amd unforgiving tug that send the buttons to strip out , over the floor. The shirt split open revealing me bare. " No!" I screeched. With his other hand he twisted my already broken wrist seated in the splint. I yelped in pain and sobbed. He seized the moment and scrapped of the shirt from my shoulders leaving my upper body naked and bare.
I bolted toward the wall, and pressed my chest against it to shield myself, to desperately cover my breasts. " Please dont. Dont do this.." His treacherous walk lead my knees to wobble. 
He set the tip of the scissors blade to my nape. " Pathetic. Filthy. Disgusting." His whispers stroke my nape. I writhed gently. He ran the tip of the scissors through the curve of my back and reached the waistband of my trousers. He set apart the blades of the scissors with his fingers hooked through its bow. I trembled. The metallic creak resonated through the air. He plunged one blade inside my trousers and set at the fabric of the trousers enough for me to feel the metall tracing my skin. I screeched.
" Shut up. Shut the fuck up or do you want me to put the scissors in that filthy hole of yours.!" He snarled at my ears. I shook my head and lingered there. " Now lets get rid of the trousers. " He clicked the scissors to cut the waists band of my trousers and ran the scissor downwards through the split of the trousers at my back.  Each slice and each cut was not only stripping me but also my strength. My mind paced up.  My heart thumped to my ears but it drowned by the tearing sound of my fabric.
My backside revealed to him. The cold and cruel air slapped to my back and my private parts. I cried out in embarrassment. Slowly. Mercilessly. Blood gushed out from my vagina sending me reminder that I am still on my menstrual cycle and I am not wearing a tampon. The blood tricked down through my thighs. I clamped my thighs together not to let them fall further to the floor or reach my ankles.
" Kneel " He roared.
I pressed my body to the wall. My body trembled in shame and embarrassment. In pain and hurt.
" I said fucking kneel!" His hand found my hair and yanked them back. My head snapped back. My feet stumbled. " Kneel.!!!" He bellowed.
Letting out little sobs I immersed my knees to the floor. He gathered my hair to his entire palm. I loitered there crossing my one arm across my breasts. And the other at my private part, my vagina. And clamped my thighs together not to lead the menstrual blood to ooze out further. However, it would go futile.
" You have such beautiful hair, Y/N. So long…" His voice dipped in a distasteful whisper. " Lets see just how far it falls like a dark, silken wave."He gently gathered my hair, trailed his fingers through it before aggregating it across my back with unsettling horror and precision.
"Wow… all the way to the arch of your back," His breath drifted at my bare back. " So wavy. Curly. The perfect shade of black. Any man would fall for that."
Then, his voice shifted to deeper and appalling tone.
"And him…" A pause lingered. "He loved your hair."
Tranquility swayed in air before his words dripped like a slaughter.
"And I hate what he loves."
He lifted the scissors. I didn't see what was coming ,only felt the cold steel slide against the nape of my neck. A quiet slicing click. Then the scissors worked sharp and harsh.
I gasped. My breath caught stayed at my throat . It was over in a beat, yet the sensation lingered, sending tremors through my skin.
The shredded hair strands fluttered to the floor like shadows and sheets like something precious being taken away. My heart crushed to my ribcage. My eyes burned. It wasn’t just hair. It was a symbol of what Ian loved a wedge in me. And it was gone.
" No." I let out a whisper. Only a whisper left through me not able to process what just happened. He sliced off my hair short until my nape.
He took a step back and flung his foot seated in boots to my bare back. I jerked forward and crash landed on my stomach with a yelp. " Cropped hair looks beautiful on you Y/N. I would love to shave your head. But ..." He clutched my hair and yanked it backwards. " I want to handle you like this. Holding your hair like this in my hands so that I can drag you wherever and whenever I want."
I dawdled there. My chest compressed to the floor. The sudden jerk lead the blood to rush down from my vagina in an abundance. I rested my forehead to the floor and cried. " So fucking pretty " He flung his foot with boots again to the arch of my back. I winced in pain." Please it hurts ".
" Huh? Come again? What is it Y/N? " He scoffed and flung his foot again crashing to the arch of my back.
" Dont. It hurts. " I quaked. Blood set forth to flow terribly from my vagina to the floor. My thighs drenched in the crimson fluid. He shoveled the tip of his boots to my abdomen and rolled me over.
I instantly, covered my breasts and vagina with my hands. I turned to a side. He flung his feet again to my abdomen. This time.
I cried out in pain.
He flung his feet again, this time I caught his feet in my hand " please dont. It hurts. " He tilted his head to me and gazed at the pool of blood that was flowing down to the floor drenching my thighs. " Whats that? Are you carrying his filthy seed inside you huh? Dont tell me you are . I would throw up in here. Really? A filthy being born from you both! " Despite my hold at his feet he swung them again to my abdomen. "No. " I shook my head.
" Then what is that filthy blood!" He set his foot from my abdomen to the floor. "Oh. I got it. Whats that. Good ." He sat in a squat in front of me. My body trembled. Yet. I covered my body two hands which was futile. " Good. Keep bleeding. You can wash up if you want. In there " he pointed the corner of the room where there was a concrete partition. " Thats your bathroom. " I took a gaze at it.
It was a disgusting, claustrophobic toilet closet,barely the size of a broom cupboard. The cracked porcelain seat was smeared with stains, dried mud smeared along the edges like it had been abandoned for years. Rust stains streamed down from the tank, and something far fouler, like rot soaked into its walls.
" Dont expect for princess treatment from me. " He guffawed at me.
Vomit mounted over my throat.
" Now , stop shaking. Clean the mess , " He stood up and  leaned his face towards me." Clean it. You piece of shit!"
Clean it you piece of shit.
A voice punctured my head. All of a sudden, My fingers were entangled with some mushy noodles. What is it? Why are there noodles entangled to my fingers! 
" You are really a piece of shit Y/N. " He let out a chortle dipped in a mock that pulled me swiftly out of the unrelated scene just flashed through my eyes.
" Sunflower.?" He spat." My ass! Piece of shit " He turned around and walked to the door.  He ceased walking and turned to me. Again.  I flinched and gently crawled back. " And, dont expect for luxurious food or for strawberry jam and pancakes. You will be fed with only a rotten banana and a glass of water, three times a day. "He swung opened the door and slammed it close behind him, leaving me in darkness and anguish.
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