Y/N

Spread your thighs

What are you doing

Relax baby, I am just going to take out your tampon. Bow spread that pretty legs for me.

I can do it myself.

Baby you need to get your tampon changed.

Sunflower, please pull me up.

Baby please I want to live my life with you.

I love you , Y/N. Please dont talk about leaving me again , baby.

Haunting and hurting. His words. His voice. Clawed my soul.One thing is all I wish for now. Death. May be death could bring us together. I should have listened to him once. Or he could have just scattered the truth even if it broke me , I would have gladly collected my broken shreds and pieces and  placed myself in his arms.

I want him now ,beside me. But a wedge of my heart keeps ranting that, he might be holding up on last trace of his life to see me again. If we the universe doesnt allow that, I wont mind tearing this world apart and get through the rim of the universe just to hold him in my arms and cry at his feet.I will watch the world bleed drip by drip at his feet while I relish every traces of flesh of Jake.

Motherfucker thinks, slicing off my hair and  swinging his boots at my abdomen to make me bleed would weaken me. Didnt he fed with the information on how I attacked Roy to escape him through woods?

My man's name might be Ian, but the name that owned me,the name that claimed every breath I took when I was enclosed in his possession was Jeon Jungkook.

I am Jeon Jungkook’s wife. My husband may be gone, buried and burned to the world, but his possession still breathes through me. Inside me. His presence is not faded, it haunts, it commands, it strengthen, me.

And his wife?Me. She is not some fragile little thing to rupture and toy with. She is not a fucking victim. She wont be a fucking victim anymore. She is flames molded in rage and wrath.

I will find the truth and will save his twin. Saving him  is not just redemption but a resurrection. It is like bringing back my husband from his grave through bleeding hands. It is not him, but the way he breathes, he blinks with consternation to me reminds me of my man.  Saving him will only hold me together to the pieces I lost.  I will do it before i take my own life with my bare hands. Without my husband, I dont want to exist. And it is true ,like he said, I cannot exist without him.

The blood,  trailed between my thighs, concurrently tears slipped down to floor through the side of my eyes. The pain hung around my abdomen. I took a glance at my shredded hair strands he sliced off.

Do you know I am obsessed with it too.? Do you know how I love it when I curl them around my wrist when i take you from behind? Do you know I used to collect your hair? Fuck I love that. I have been collecting them for ten years. In a jar.

His words knocked my head over and over again.  I mewled for a moment. And then, I gradually uplifted my body to sit up. I groaned in pain.

Leisurely, I planted my feet to the floor and stood up emitting out a loud grunt.

I turned around and gazed at the camera he affixed at the corner of the room. I shot a piercing glare to the camera, precisely I knew the sick fucker would be watching me. I gave him a sinister smirk, depicting he cant break me. I flipped my middle finger at the camera. At him.

I walked to the bed and grasped the sheets. Its scent was awful. The dirts and mud cascaded through it. I gave tug and pulled them to rip into strips. I tossed it on the blood splattered on floor and set my feet to mop it off.  I sprinted to the corner where the toilet stall was affixed.  I twisted the filthy faucet and splashed them in between my thighs to wash off the blood stain.

Vomit did mount from my stomach , churning my bile juice to my mouth. I swiped it off and marched to the bed again. I tore the sheets and wrapped around my bare body. I curled on the dirty mattress that was embedded with mud and stains,to drift myself into a sleep, which never waved inside my head.

My mind slipped to the impression of wilting out of Jake's prison and saving the twin, Jungkook. Need to do something, to step out of here. I turned and tossed to the other side on the bed. The bed creaked.

Out of the blue, the image of  the woods that splintered on this bed flared through my eyes. I dragged myself to the edge of the bed.I slowly lowered my head off the edge of the bed frame, my eyes locked onto a splint of wood energing out from the underside of the wooden cot.

" Perfect." I mumbled.

I curled my fingers at the splinter of the wood. The sharp edge raked my skin. I winced mildly. I ploughed my nails to the splinter of the wood and hurled it again. It ripped from the wooden cot, for an inch. " Fuck " I fizzled in pain. I hauled it again and again. It only split from the wooden cot only for an inch. It would definitely take hours for it rip apart complete so that I cant latch my fingers on it and hold them as a sharp edge to stab Jake.

Seveal hours passed, I loitered there, scrapping out the splinter wood from the wooden cot. Totally, concealing my action from the camera as I inclined down to bed and turned to other side . So that the imbecile moron would perceive that I am asleep. While I am just carving out a weapon to end him.

I panted and wheezed. My head was spinning around. Hours passed, the splinter of the sharp wood hung from the wooden cot. Need more tugs and pulls to haul it into my hand. 

Out of nowhere, a guttural growl tore through my stomach which was a brutal reminder of how empty I was. The last time I ate,  it was from my husband’s hands. He fed me kimbap with quiet tenderness, even as I lacerated him with cruel words. And now he’s gone. The taste of regret is all I have left.

A tear slipped down through the side of my eyes. It tripped on the filthy mattress.

Whats that?

Its gimbap. My mother used to make this for me and my brother when we come back from playing with our pets.

Sad , that she is not alive now to make gim.... What its name, again?

Gimbap.

Ah Gimbap. She is not alive now , so sad her son killed her by crushing his boots on her throat her trachea almost....

Just eat. You must be hungry. You need to take the pain killer, sunflower.

The sudden knock of the door, jolted my veins, pulling me out from my thoughts about him.

" Food for you " Jake's voice barked from outside of the room. I leisurely sat up and set my feet down to the floor. I stood up and walked to the door. A small hatch opened at the bottom of the door, and a plate consist of single banana was shoved through, scraping across the floor until it reached my feet.

I gasped. My mouth watered at the sight of the food. Pathetically . Terribly. My gut twisted and knotted in crave of the food , which was a reminder of how much starving was I am. The hunger gnawed at my stomach that shook my hands and legs.

I inclined down and picked the banana to my hand. It was rotten. Yet I couldn't shovel down my hunger. I peeled out its skin and plunged a bite into my mouth. Vomit climbed over my throat. The rotten taste was terrible, and swayed on my tongue. I spat it out and rushed to the toilet closet to throw up my vomit. More vomit came up by the sight of the filthy closet. I clicked the flush to rinse it off.  And turned around swiftly, whimpering.

"Didnt you like it?" His laugh filtered through hatch opened at the bottom of the door. " Need some water? sunflower?" He mocked. I gasped as that name spiralled me back to my man's voice.

" Your water is here. Put your hands out to take the glass of water " a clinking sound blared from the outside.

I took a breath and walked to the hatch at bottom of the door. I inclined down, and sank my knees to the floor. I slowly plunged my hand through the  hatch and tapped my hands on the floor as my hands didnt come in contact with the glass of water.

" Come on , Y/N. Move your hand a little bit. And get the water " His chuckles waved.

I shuddered. I swallowed hard. My throat parched and craved for a single drop of water. " Water. Please." I tapped my hand again at the floor. I couldn't see through the hatch of the door but only guide my hand searching for the glass of water.

By next tap, his boot came down hard,right on my fingers. I screamed, the pain splitting through me like igniting flames.

" What’s wrong, Y/N? Feeling a little thirsty?"his voice soaked in mockery.

Before I could answer, a trace of heat trailed my skin. I shrieked as the burn ploughed  down into my arm.

" Relax," he slid out a cruel laugh "It is just a cigarette burn." Another burn dug to my arm. I cried out. " Stay still, Sunflower.." He satirized my man's words." I am drawing out a pattern. " He crushed his boots to my fingers and smashed to my knuckles. " No let go , you bastard!" I writhed. I couldn't move or budge as my other wrist was fractured and enclosed in splint.

" One more , sunflower." He giggled as he planted the cigarette bud on my wrist and dragged them until my elbow.

" No no. Let go!" I screeched again and again.

" Stay still." He crushed the boots more and compressed the cigarette bud more firm, the burn was licking deep to my skin at my arm.

" You fucking coward! You think hurting me makes you powerful? No,it just proves how goddamn weak you are. Real strength doesn’t come from control or cruelty. You're nothing but a spineless monster hiding behind violence because you are too fucking broken to face the emptiness rotting inside you." I shrieked to infuriate him and make him stumble

His boots ceased to crush my fingers. It trembled.

" You are just a void . Suck a dick, motherfucker! I bet you dont even know to do that!" His boots hovered over my fingers, before he could crush it down to rupture my knuckles, I pulled them back. My body shook as I took a glance at my arm embedded with cigarette burns. I fizzled in pain.

The sharp click of the key twisting the lock sliced through the silence of his enrage. I seized the movement to rush to the bed cot and snatch the splinter of the wooden. Because I know the moment he steps inside this room, he would do unspeakable things to me.

I immersed my knees and clutched my hand to the splinter of the wood. He barged inside. " Whoa. Where did that come from?huh?" He stormed to me and clasped my hair. Again. I winced. I clutched the splinter of wood tighter. " Say that again!" His fist landed to my cheek. I yelped. I grasped the splinter tighter. " Say that fucking again!" His fist landed on my cheeks again. I didnt budge to show off any of my pain.

Instead.

I gave him a sick smile. It had him in string of astonishment. " You .." I clasped the splinter tighter and gave a tug.

" Are."

Another pull.

" A fucking "

Another pull. The splinter of wood gathered to my palm. I hold them into my palm and set its piercing edge to stab him anywhere I could.

" COWARD!!!" I flung my hand holding the splinter of wood and stabbed right at his cheek.

He screeched in pain and jerked his hand away, releasing his grip on my hair. He staggered backward, he clutched his face as crimson blood spilled from the deep gashes on his cheek. It streamed down his jawline, and dripped onto the floor, tainting it red.

So ravishing.

Clutching on the filthy sheets wrapped around me, I abruptly moved to the swung opened door. Before I could step outside, I ceased my motions as my eyes went wide at the figure lying and crawling on the floor with curled up legs looking at me desperate with shrunken eyes due to the stitches and scars.

" Jungkook" i whispered.

" Y/N. Get out. Get the fuck out!" He wailed. " Come on. There is no much time. "

I turned my head to Jake as he was working on unclasping the wood splinter from his fucking face. His biconcave glasses slid down from his eyes which brought horror to embrace me.

I took a step back and almost tripped , witnessing his facial features. One of his eye sockets was positioned lower than the other, throwing his entire face out of balance. His eyes were not aligned. They didn’t sit on the same line. And the worse was his left eye was not real. It was a prosthetic. It was a prosthetic eye just like Jungkook's. In the split second, it popped out of the socket,he had gouged it out himself while trying to pull the splinter of wood lodged by me deep in his cheek. I gasped, frozen in horror.

" What the fuck?" I murmured in tremors.

" Y/N. Get out. Come on move. ! Come on. !" He roared. My eyes shifted from Jake to Jungkook's hand that was clasping a machine gun. " Come on. I dont know how long, I could hold his men with this. " He whispered as he noticed my gaze at his hand holding machine gun.

I gave him a firm nod and stepped outside. Jake glanced at my departure and stormed to the door. Before he could fly his hands over me , I dragged the door to shut only for Jake's hand to thrash in between the door. He screeched. I slammed the door tight. His hand crushed between the door. " Fuck ! You fucking bitch!" He yowled and pulled his hand inwards. I seized the moment and close shut the door. I twisted the keys to lock them up and curled them inside my palm.

I panted and wheezed. " Y/N. Go .leave! His men would..." His voice sliced off, as he shot one of Jake's men with his machine gun holding it in one hand while his crippled hand lingered to the magazine of the gun with much strain." Y/N . Go please."He placed the machine gun, on the floor and ripped his shirt apart. The button splattered on the floor and bounced. " Take my shirt off" he shrugged and wilted his shoulder to drive down the shirt from his body. I gently, hurled down his shirt and took off from his body.

I gasped gazing at his upper body. My heart thrashed to my chest. Several scars and stitches embedded on his body like criss cross lines from his chest to torso.

" Y/N. " I flinched gently. He curled the shirt in his hand and spread them around my upper body. " Button up." I instantly shoved my hands to the sleeves of his shirt and buttoned them up.

" Open the fucking door! Bitch!" Jake thumped over the closed door from inside. It was just a faded voice.

" Hey. Look at me." Jungkook gazed at me. " Did he touch you? Forced himself on you?" His voice shuddered.

"No!" I shook my head." But he..."

" Its ok." He snap shut my words as he perceived what Jake did to me. And took a glare at my burns at my arm and chopped hair. His wrath reflected through his eyes. "It will grow again, you know." He gently stroke my hair.

" Ian loves them." I whimpered and trembled.

" Stop calling him , Ian." His words came out in a soft command.

" Why?..."

" Y/N. His men would barge in. Now! Leave! " Jungkook sliced my words off." I heard you screaming. I just rolled out of my wheelchair and managed to knock one of his men,with the surgical knife which I snatched when they were dressing my bullet wounds. "  My eyes welled up." I am fine now ,Y/N. You should leave."

I inclined to him. " No I am not leaving without you. You are coming with me " I clung my hands to his shoulders. " Y/N. Please go save yourself. Go find what lies behind every words I said to you "A tear smeared down to his cheeks.

" No Jungkook.  You are coming with me. Come on. " I lead my palm to him. " Give me the gun."

" No. Its too fucking dangerous." He sniveled.

" Open the fucking door!!" Jake barked again, but it came out in a muffle,like he mentioned it was sound proof room.

We both flinched. Concurrently.

" Go, Y/N. Please. " I didnt paid attention to his words and snatched the machine gun from the floor. And turned around in a swift motion to fire the gun at Jake's man who mounted through the stairs. I oscillated my head to the other side and my eyes latched on the closed door. " Is anyone in that room?" I asked Jungkook.

He shook his head as ' no'.

" Good " I placed the gun on his chest and moved behind him. I hooked my left wrist to his left shoulder and inner side of my right elbow to his right shoulder. " Come on." I grunted hard as I dragged him to the next door and swung it open with my back. I hurled him inside and inclined him slowly to the wall." Stay here." I whispered to him. And took the gun I placed on his chest. " No, Y/N. Dont do anything stupid." I cornered out his words and slid outside the room.

I moved in tip toes completely ignoring Jake's wails and pain from the room and reached the man ,myself and Jungkook shot. I grasped the machine gun from the one I shot and marched to the one Jungkook shot. I collected the two machine guns and swiftly barged inside the room where I hid Jungkook for short period of time.

" Y/N. You cant handle them. They are monsters. Just leave go, I will do anything to stop them following you." Jungkook voice came out in a wobble of tense.

" Do what?" I asked and tossed the key of the soundproof room where I locked Jake , under the dressing table that was at the corner of the room.

He let out a sigh." There are explosives in a room downstairs. You need to go inside that room,there is a portrait of my mom and dad hanging on the wall. Behind that portrait, there is a hidden door that leads to where the explosives and weapons are stored. ."

" Explosives?" My words disintegrated by one of the Jake's man interruption. I didnt wait. I didnt flinch. I hoisted up the machine gun and shot him at his chest. He yelped. I stormed to him and inclined down to clutch his ankle with my one hand only to uplift him by his legs and concurrently toss him off from the rails of the stairs that ran along the hallway.

The man screamed during the fall and his head crashed to the floor at downstairs. Blood spluttered from his skull. I didn't take another gaze at the disgusting sight and barged to Jungkook again.

" Do they have..."

" That was incredible! Fuck where did you learn that?" Jungkook eulogized me.

" Your brother taught me how to shoot." I chuckled. A wave of smile lingered on both of our lips as his face flashed through our eyes. Concurrently. Probably.

" Ok. Tell me do they have grenades?" My voice was sharp and demanding.

" Yes. But you are not going there to take it. I am going there crawling , somehow to take the explosives and blast this place. " He ordered.

" Not happening." I fought back.

" Stop being stubborn, Y/N. He was fucking right about your stubbornness. " His jaw pebbled. " You cant handle the grenades ,you should..."

"Pull the safety pin and toss it on the target." I cut him off.

He looked at me astound. " He taught you how to use it didnt he? "

I gave him a prideful nod. His scars and stitches shrunk when he let another smile to slid out through his lips.

"Alright. You need one of J..." He took a gulp down " Jake's men's thumb print to scan and open the door for the explosive and weapons ."

" Fine. Give me the surgical knife. " A thought punctured my head.

" Why do you need a surgical knife?" He squinted his eyes at me.

" Quick."

" Here." He pulled out the surgical knife from his pant pocket and placed on my palm.

" Thanks . Stay here. Just shoot anyone who barges inside this room to hurt you" I retorted . " I promise I will come back and get you. Just stay here. Alright. "

He gave me a nod. " Just be safe." His voice dipped in concern. I gave him a tight nod and swung the string of the machine gun around my shoulder and took the other machine gun in my left hand , holding the surgical knife between my fingers.

I abruptly marched through the hallway, clutching on the machine gun. I halted near the man ,Jungkook shot and inclined down to place the sharp edge of the surgical knife at his wrist. I pressed the surgical knife on his wrist and sliced it, by slashing it rough. The wrist ripped apart from the fleshes of his hand. I gathered the wrists into the pocket of Jungkook 's shirt I hopped in. The blood stained the pocket and my chest. The fingers hung out of the pocket. I took a moment to construct myself on what I am doing.

I stood up and walked further. Another man came in mounting the stairs. I shot the gun at his abdomen and his chest in a beat. " Suck on it. Sick fucks " I murmured. 

I descended down the stairs abruptly and reached the room that Jungkook instructed me to step in for the explosives and weapons. But my mind is lingered on the grenades.

I stepped inside the room with a rushed tip toes. My eyes scanned to locate the portrait of his mom and dad. My breath caught up in chest as my eyes loitered on the portrait. Their screams and wails swam inside my head when Ian let the other Jungkook to slice his dad's throat and crushed his boots to his mother's throat. I took a gulp down and placed down the machine gun to clasp the standard sized portrait on the wall, holding them with care. I removed them from the wall.

I gasped gently gazing at the door that had a thumbprint scanner lock installed on its right side. I shoved my fingers into my shirt's pocket and pulled out the sliced off wrist that was drenched in blood. I rubbed the wrist to my palm to make it a little warm so that the blood vessels would transverse  and expand through the sliced off wrist and I could place the thumb print on the scanner.

After a moment , I pressed the thumb of the sliced off wrist to the scanner. It didn't work. " Fuck " I cursed. And rubbed the palm of the sliced off wrist to my palm again. It was filthy. Yet I need to activate the blood vessels. I placed the thumb again to the scanner.

The scanner glitched and let out a beep sound. The door opened with a dramatic creak. I flung my legs to it and it swung open.

I was not impressed with the collection of arms and weapons by this douchebag, because my man , literally had a museum of it concealed at his house where he took me after our wedding.

I stepped inside and oscillated around to locate the box of grenades. After wandering for a few minutes my eyes latched on a wooden box placed in stack at the corner of the room. " Bingo! " I chirped and lunged forward to it. I tossed the lid from the wooden box and my eyes widened. Grenades.  Fuck. I missed tossing them on this douchebag's men again.

I took the box into my hand and clung it to my waist. I  walked out and hooked my hand around the belt of the machine gun attached to it and looped it to my shoulder. I walked outside the room.

I set the box of grenades down to the floor. And hauled the table that dawdled at the end corner of the room to the centre. I flipped it on its side to make it serve as my shield.

In a swift moment, blood gushed down through my vagina. I yelped and lingered for a moment. I took few breaths and brushed it off the fact that I was bleeding down there.

I inclined down behind the flipped table and set the machine gun at its edge. " Come on suckers. Suck on this." I whispered awaiting for any head to emerge out from the entrance.

A beat of silence passed.

A head emerged out from the entrance pathway to the door. The man shot the machine gun towards me. I shoved my head down and concealed my body behind the table. Which was not cent percent safe.

I glanced at the grenade and picked one. My hands trembled for a split second.

Sunflower, what the fuck did you do?

Pull the pin and toss it.

Whoa whoa. Baby! Use your fingers.it was my habitual, pulling it with my teeth.

God! Y/N fucking throw it!

Sunflower, pull the pin and toss it. Dont hold on to it, alright .

Tears brimmed my eyes as his voice shoved through my head. A soft smile swung to my lips as my head spun back to recall the way he taught me how to handle the grenades. The way he clutched his teeth on the pin of the grenade stil played inside my head.

I took a sharp inhale and swept off the tears at the corners of my eyes. I clasped my teeth on the pin of the grenade just like how my man used to do and pulled the grenade from the pin. I tossed the grenade right on him before he could step inside.

He exploded. I didnt flinch.

Two of Jake's men's head emerged out from the pathway. I did the same with the next  two grenade and tossed one on the man at the left and the one at the right.

Both the men exploded. Ravishing. Relishing. Fleshes and bones scattered which built the urge inside me to shower in it.

I picked the grenades as per the number of men came in to stop me. I tossed the grenades on each of them until their fleshes exploded and splattered to the main door and its frame.

I picked the last one in my hand. Before placing its pin to my mouth, a gun's barrel nudged the back of my head. " Thats enough bitch. You think you can, just kill everyone and runaway from our master." A sharp voice pierced in slicing through the tensed air. Wrath mounted over me as he invaded my ravenous hunt on the fleshes and bones of the men.

" Hands above your head and stay on your fucking knees. " He commanded. I didnt turn my head around to glance at his face. Because I knew its another slave of Jake. I hoisted my hands above my head and  brought my knees to the floor and dawdled there.

" You are going to be screwed, you fucking..."

His words fragmented as some unknown force slammed on him from the upstairs. I instantly turned around. My heart ceased its beat for a moment. It was him Jungkook. " Go go!Y/N!" He bellowed.

I gazed at him and then upstairs. " Did you just throw yourself from the upstairs on him? " I asked in dismay. Because that was way too treacherous to jump off from the upstairs on someone.

" Yes. Precisely. I climbed the rail and jumped. Now go!" He growled as his body pressed on the man beneath him. He locked the man's hand with his one hand while the man's other hand was fractured due to the unpredictable fall of Jungkook that thrashed him to the floor.

" Are you fucking insane? You could have got hurt! What if you missed him and landed on the floor?" I yelled at him in panic.

" I am fine, right " he grunted as he held the man down." I dont know for how long I would be able to hold him. Now go Y/N. Please. "

"I fucking told you to stay in the fucking room. I told you I would come back. You cant just..."

" Leave! Now! " His bellows sliced my words off. " Family sticks together, remember." He panted. The man was writhing.

"No.you are coming with me." I snapped.

" I cant, Y/N. Not when I am like this. I will be fine. They won't kill me. They need me. Please go. For fuck sake!" He roared that shuddered the room. " More of his men will be coming, please I am begging you, leave. "

" Jungkook please dont make me to do this." I cried out. My body trembled.
He let out a sigh. It was tensed.

" Stop calling me Jungkook, my little flower." His voice came out as a soft whisper. I gasped gently.

Little flower, my brother likes you.

A innocent voice swirled my head. What was that?

" Go. Get out of this place. Find what lies beneath the words I said to you when you met me first. Go." His tears streamed down to his cheeks.

" Go. Leave. I will be fine. Go find everything. Go find who is Ian and who is Jungkook." His words perforated my soul and raked out of my body.

" No " I whimpered.

" Go. He will be alive, somewhere hidden, waiting for you. Death cant defeat him. Go find the truth. Find him. Find who is he. Who he was. Find who I am. And find who you are. Please, little flower. Either of us must be alive." More tears rushed down from his eyes. "Jake's men will be here again. Go! There is a way through the back side of the mansion, just go. "
" Please. " He beseeched. " Just go. " The man was flying his legs upwards trying to succeed to flung at him. At a stroke I clasped the machine gun I set on the floor and aimed at the man. I pulled the trigger swiftly. The bullets drove down to the man's skull." Now you can come with me." I rasped.
Howls and Yowls of men roared from outside the mansion.
" They are here. Y/N. Go. " Jungkook crawled from the corpse to table I flipped on its side for using it as a shield. " Please they would do terrible things to you. Please leave. I promise I will stay alive. Go now. Go,!!" He shouted. " If you want to see me again, leave now.!Go ! Go find him. He will be waiting for his sunflower."
I quaked.

My feet stumbled as I turned my heel to leave him. My heart tore into sheets by the thought that I had to leave him here. Leave a part of my man here.

" Y/N " he called me out.

I turned to him. Tears slipped out of my eyes as i broke into sobs.

" Tell him, I saved his sunflower." He whispered as the tears swayed from his eyelids and dropped down through the irregular stitches and scars on his face. He then set the machine to aim the entrance door.

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