Yoongi's POV

I ran inside the cafe, panicking, not knowing where to go.

Taehyung, who is standing behind the counter looked at me confused, with a mix of worry expression.

"Hyung, what's wrong? Are you okay?" He asked worriedly. I shook my head, trying to catch my breath.

"I-i don't have time to explain, he's behind me. Please, let me hide," I rushed out, tears threatening to fall from my eyes in frustration and fear.

"W-who?" I groaned and frustratedly pulled my hair out. "TAEHYUNG, I DON'T HAVE TIME TO EXPLAIN RIGHT NOW. JUST FUCKING HELP ME TO HIDE!" I shouted. I saw him flinched, and he quickly nodded his head. "O-okay, c-come here." He motioned under the counter.

I looked behind me, making sure he's not there before running behind the counter and hiding underneath.

And just then, I heard the door opened, and light footsteps coming my way. I covered my mouth, preventing any noise to escape or else, I'm dead. I'm sweating bullets, and my body is shaking violently in fear.

"Hello, good morning, welcome to 'TaeTae Cafe' what's your order?" I heard Taehyung's voice say.

Soon after, the familiar dominant voice spoke; making my heart beat fast as if it's gonna burst out of my chest. "Nothing. I just want to ask you if you saw this guy? I saw him walk in here."

I closed my eyes, praying fervently inside my head. 'Please say no.'

"No, sorry."

"Oh, is that so. Okay, thank you. Please tell me if you might see him, and please do contact my number. Here's my line."

"Okay, sure no problem." I heard the patters leave, and the door closed.

"He's gone." I let out a relieved sigh and opened my eyes back. I slowly get out of my hiding spot.

I looked at Taehyung and he's raising his brow at me, with his arms crossed.

"What did you do again this time?" I scratched the side of my brow and sat down on the counter.

"Nothing," I lied, and looked away.

"Nothing. Then why is that guy is looking for you? And why are you so scared that he might see you?" Taehyung asked again. I scratched my arm irritatedly. This kid is so oblivious.

"You have too many questions. Why don't you become a reporter instead?" I said sarcastically and rolled my eyes.

"It's none of your business," I marked, glaring at him.

"I'll go now, thanks again." I got up and walked out the door without even waiting for his reply.

"WAIT HYUNG YOU FORGOT YOUR MASK!" I heard him yell faintly, but I'm too lazy to turn around.

My life is so fucked up. Why don't I just kill myself instead? I'm so tired of all of this mess.

Okay, I'll let you in on a little background.

My mom is in the hospital, she's seriously ill and she needs to get surgery soon. I'm an only child and my father left us when I was eight. I don't want to talk about him anymore. He's a jerk and irresponsible, and I hate him so much.

I got no one to ask for help to.

Seokjin offered me a job, but he didn't tell me exactly what job it is. All he said is I can earn 25 million in just a day, therefore, me being an idiot agreed to work in his so-called 'Paradise.'

But when I got there, I just found myself lost in an elegantly red room of hell sitting on a couch in front of a handsome tall man in a suit. My job is to be a mouth and a hole to cum in.

A sex toy for him.

He handed me a contract, saying that if I agree to give myself to him, I will get the money for my mother's surgery. I had no choice. I need the money, so I swallowed my pride and dignity and signed the contract.

All my life, I didn't think that I'll be someone's slut.

I can't take it. I couldn't stand the job, it's killing me so I ran away. And now, he's looking for me, and I know that I hardly fucked up and the man looking for me is not just a normal person, but a ruthless leader of the most wanted dangerous mafia boss in Seoul.

Perhaps, soon cops will just find my body naked beside the river or my head in a sack.

I let out a shaky breath, I don't know why but I feel nervous. I can feel eyes staring at me, observing my every move.

Biting my lip, I started breathing slowly, trying to control my quivering nerves.

I can hear light footsteps following behind me, and a shadow; I fastened my pace but the person also did the same.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath in, before suddenly turning back but spotted no one.

I let out a sigh of relief and turned back to the road, and I was met with a pair of dark-brown orbs.

"You can't run away from me forever, can you?"

My breathing hitched. "Namjoon,"

He grabbed my hands and pinned me against the wall, making me wince at the pain in my back by how hard he slammed me.

"Why did you make me have to chase you? Do you think you can get away from me?" He growled, his grip around my wrists is getting tighter, making me whimper.

I can feel his hot breath hitting against my skin, sending chills down my spine. He's breathing heavily, eyes raging in rage; I closed my eyes avoiding his gaze, knowing that I can't stand staring at those. I can't show him that I am weak, as I know that it will only make him dominant loving that he sees me cry.

I can feel his eyes boring on me, but other than that — I can feel the tension between us.

Closing my eyes tightly, I feel him sniffing my neck like an alpha making me toned. And his low husky voice flowed in my ear, causing my knees to go weak; "Don't you ever run away from me again."

And he aggressively held my arm, throwing me inside the back seat of his car. He gets in the driver's seat and slammed the door. He looked at me through the mirror, putting a mask on — he sprayed something on the aircon.

I started to feel dizzy. My eyelids becoming heavier, and I can feel myself slowly slipping in.

"Sleep well, princess. We have a long trip to go." That was all I heard before I completely blacked out.

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I let out a small groan, slowly opening my eyes. I scan the room through the small blur in my eye. I'm in Paradise, I could tell by the red theme and gold designs hanging on the wall.

My vision started to become clear again. I tried to move, but I couldn't. I'm tied up on the edge of the bed firmly making it hurt for me when I tried to move. My legs and arms spread. I also notice that I am all naked.

Cold air brushed against my exposed hole making me lightly shake.

"Oh, you're awake." I watched Namjoon as he walks in front of me, holding a glass of red wine.

I started breathing heavily as he walks closer to me, he bent down and cupped my cheek. I looked back at him, a frightening grin spreads over his face.

He patted my cheek lightly before backing away. He went to the couch and sat down.

"You know, Yoongi, I don't understand why you're still making things more complicated for you — and for me," he started, sipping on his wine.

"What you did is very unlikeable to me. You violated the rule." He put down his glass, wiping his mouth with his hand.

Tears started gathering in my eyes. My lips trembled. "Please, let me go," I cracked out.

He rubbed his palms together. "And give me a reason to do that."

"This is illegal. I could sue you for this," I bravely said.

He cackled. "We made a deal, and you agreed to it. You signed the contract, and I have proof. We both agreed to this so it's not illegal at all.

And if you have forgotten, you're the one to beg me to get you because you said you need the money for your mother's surgery.

And now, you will come to me threatening me to sue me. I gave everything to you. Jewelry, everything you ask I gave. All I asked from you is to be a good boy."

He stood up and went to me, hovering over me. He grabbed my hair harshly making me moan at how tight he gripped it. I felt like my scalp are gonna fall out.

"But you deliberately disobeyed me," he hissed in my ears. I closed my eyes, shaking under his touch.

He ran his wet tongue slowly along my neck, and whispers in my ear in a low tone in a way that could make me weak; "once you give yourself to me, you will let me do whatever I want to do with your body."

He let go of my hair and got up. He started undressing in front of me. Removing his boxer, releasing his reddish hardening cock, greeting me right on my face.

I gulped nervously, feeling my own dick twist.

He started stroking his dick with a teasing smile. "You're a very bad slut, and you deserve to be punished."

He walks around the room and took out something. He tilted to me now holding a cock vibrator. He went to the socket and plugged it in, before walking my way.

Holding a vibrator, I couldn't help but ventilate in fear. I tried to remove the rope in my wrists, but they're too tight nor I can move my legs. My legs felt numb due to the blood cannot flow properly to my veins reason that the rope is blocking it my how firm it is.

He caressed my face using his big hand, wiping my tears; "shhh..." He shushed and pressed tender kisses on my shoulder, shivers ran up and down my body.

He stood up and walks to the other side of the bed, I felt him crawl in and sit beside my head.

"You know how can be worst I am when I am mad. And the thing I don't like the most is when I get betrayed." He placed the vibrator on my hole, making me cry in pleasure.

"A-AHH~" the vibrates are tickling my nerves, torturing me to be exact.

He rubs the vibrator against my hole upwards and down, and in a circular motion.

"N-namjoon please." My ass is shaking along the electric vibrates, I clenched my hands into fists. Tears slipped my eyes, wetting the sheets.

"That is not my name," he snarled and leveled up the power. I jerk at the sudden strong erection.

I squirm in my sheet, trying to get away from it — but I can't and that was because I'm tied up like a dear in people's trap, giving me no choice of escaping.

"Say my name!" He insisted.

I started sobbing which only maddened him more. "I said, SAY MY NAME!" He screamed at my face furiously, pressing the vibrator deep in.

My lips quivered. "D-daddy,"

"Good," He finally took the vibrator away, which relieved me.

I'm breathing roughly, tears continue streaming down my face. I can feel my hole releasing fluids.

He's now standing in front of me. "Look at you, I can see nothing but a desperate whore. So ugly and weak. Cumming in just less than a minute? How frail you could be?"

His words hit me hard in my chest. Shooting me like bullets of bleeding names.

The way he looks at me with disgust makes me insecure about who I am. Yes, he's right. I'm nothing in this world but a slut to many.

He climbed on top of me. I whimpered as he slaps me hard across my cheek, leaving a mad red handprint.

"I don't even know why I agreed to take you. You're such a witch." And he slaps me again. He didn't stop and continue to slap me; I can feel my face burning.

He finally stopped and got off.

"AHH!" I was surprised when he suddenly slammed his dick inside me and began pounding so fast without waiting for me to adjust.

He was plaguing me with harsh words. Every thrust shed a tear, and every word he threw hits a pain.

He picked up the vibrator and put it on top of my balls, whilst he continues to pound deep in me.

"A-AHHH~ AHH~" I bit my lip hard, curling my toes.

"You like it, you must admit."

He's right. Slowly, I'm starting to love the harassment he's doing. All of a sudden, I lost control of my body.

The lust took in control as my eyes rolled behind my head.

"AHH~"

There's a side of me that loves it when he's treating me like this. It's like a drug and you can't know anymore what's going on. It shrouds my egoic thoughts.

He pulled out, grabbed my ass positioning me. He stared at me, eyes still dark and cold. Full of lust that I could get drowned in them.

He slaps me on the face again four times. But I don't mind, I'm getting used to it. It does not hurt anymore. The feeling of wanting to cum is all I focus on.

He took my left leg and turned me to my side, and slid his dick back.

"A-AHH~" I can feel his dick getting tighter and bigger inside of me.

I gave in and let him do whatever he wants.

He started moving again.

"AHH~" he fastened his pace.

"A-a-ahh~"

Loud moans escaped my mouth whenever he hits my prostate.

The big room-filling with luscious moans coming from the both of us.

Soon, I felt the familiar sensation pooling inside me. I let out a loud final moan and released my climax.

I let out a shaky breath as I felt the cold liquid leaking out of me. Namjoon pulled out his dick.

He bobbed his cock in his hand and splattered his cum on my abdomen and chest.

I watched him tiredly.

He let go of his dick and let it fall. "We're not yet done," he said before walking out of the room.

Leaving me alone, limp, and oozing cums.

I hate me for loving people's treating me their slut.