“It's all your fault!” Y/n exclaimed. Jungkook looked at him in disbelief.

“How is it my fault? You want to go on a trip for our first anniversary. Now we are lost in this forest.” Jungkook replied.

“Yes but I didn't choose to come to this Forest. It was your idea. You wanted camping. I thought you would take me to a camp house and not ask me to live in fcking tents in the middle of the forest.” Y/n argued.

Her boyfriend shook his head. “Y/n, I planned everything so perfectly, the storm came and our tents flew away. It's not my fault.”

“You just like adventure. Last year you said we will go aboard and you brought me skydiving.”

“You were scared but you enjoyed it right?” Jungkook said

“Shut up, now get me out of here! I can feel the insects crawling on my leg.”
She stepped into a wood piece and whined as her feet got hurt.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook quickly kneels down to check her feet. They have been walking for hours now, trying to get out of this forest.

“My legs were already hurting and now this.” she said, he held her feet.

“It's bleeding.” He mumbled. And turn around.

“Get on my back.” He said and wore the backup to his front.

“No, I just need to get out of here.” She exclaimed. They felt the water droplets falling on her. And suddenly it started raining really hard.

“Y/n, hurry.” Jungkook said. She agreed because she literally couldn't walk. Jungkook was trying to look for a space to save themselves from the rain.

The forest was filled with wild animals and insects. They really need to get out of here before it gets really late.

“Wait, what's that?” Y/n pointed towards a house. Jungkook started.

“Oh god, we can stay there for a night.” Jungkook said.

“That house is weird, why is it in the middle of the forest? What if a ghost? Or a monster lives there?” Y/n said. And Jungkook laughed as he was already running towards the house.

“Don't worry. It's nothing like that.” He said. They reached the house. And Jungkook put Y/n off her back.

There was no doorbell, Jungkook knocked on the door. No one replied. He looked at Y/n and then waited a few seconds before knocking again. He knocked again but this time harder.

And this time the door opened. He stared at the muscular and tall figure man. Who stared back at the city boy, Jungkook. “Hi, I am Jungkook, I came here from Seoul with my girlfriend,”

Jungkook told him, the man looked at him and then at Y/n who was sitting on the ground with a bleeding leg. She and Jungkook both were wet.

“It's raining hard and we lost our way, is it possible if we stay at your house for a night?”

The man studied both of them for a few seconds before nodding his head. “You can, but you have to leave when the rain stops.”

He went inside the room, but left the door open for both of them to follow. Jungkook looked at Y/n, “Come let's go in.”

“No, he is so rude. Where is his manner? He didn't even invite us properly.” Y/n exclaimed.

“I am allowing you to come in Miss. And you are questioning my manners? The man replied from inside that he was waiting for them to come in.

Jungkook pulled her hand, “Baby, just for tonight, come in.”

"Hey stop, my leg is hurting so bad that I can't even stand up." Y/n said.

Hearing his words, the man stops and looks back at her, his expression softening slightly as he notices the blood on her leg

“It's a small injury, it should not hurt this much.”. He crosses the distance between her and starts to examine her leg.

Y/n stared at his huge figure, why is he big and scary?

“She is sensitive and fragile, she can't handle pain.” Jungkook said. The man shook his head.

“It's an infection.” His hands are rough against her skin as he examines the cut, his touch firm and dominating. He leans in close, his breath hot against her ear. “You should've told me sooner. Now, let's get you cleaned up and patched up. Or else we might have to cut your leg.” He roughly grabs her wrist, pulling her towards the house.

She looked at Jungkook who followed them. As he leads her into the house, he leads her towards the kitchen, pulling out some stuff from under the sink. He sets it down on the counter before turning back to her.

He lifted her up and placed her on the counter. Does this man know what consent is? He is touching her as if he is his kid or something.

He catches her gaze, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studies her expression. His fingers brush against her skin, putting some herbs on it, “Will these herbs work?” Jungkook asked.

“They are more effective than medicine,” he replied.

“Oh, what's your name, you haven't told me yet.” Jungkook exclaimed.

“Namjoon,” the man replied. While he was putting the herb paste on her leg. He heard her stomach make a noise. Y/n put her arms over her stomach in embarrassment she is hungry.

He looks at her, his eyes piercing as if trying to gauge her hunger level. “You must be starving after being out in the rain. I have some stew cooking on the stove. Come, eat.” He gestures towards the table, his tone gruff but not uninviting.

“I want to change first.” She said, Namjoon nodded, his eyes drifting down to the damp clothes clinging to her body. A low hum escapes him as he takes in the sight.

He showed her a room to change, there was only one room in the house. She unzip her bag and all of her and Jungkook’s clothes were wet.

“There are spare clothes in the cupboard upstairs. Grab something dry.” He turns back to the stew, his broad back a stark contrast to her petite frame.

Jungkook was also going to the room but Namjoon stopped him by putting his hand on Jungkook's shoulder. "She is changing wait here.''

Jungkook chuckled. " She is fine with changing In Front of me, you know." Jungkook winked at Namjoon

His eyes flash with annoyance at Jungkook's teasing remark. He turns to face him, his massive frame towering over the smaller boy. “Shut up, this is my house. Let her have some privacy.” He crosses his arms, his gaze stern and unyielding.

His eyes widen slightly as he takes in the sight of her, now dressed in his clothes.. A low chuckle rumbles in his throat as he looks at her, his gaze softening-if only for a moment.

“I should change too.” Jungkook said and went into the room.

Y/n looked annoyed by the clothes she was wearing. Her pants were hardly staying on her waist.

He smirks as he watches her struggle with his clothes. Despite his rough exterior, it seems he has a soft spot. He raises a hand and brushes a stray strand of hair from her face with a gentle touch.

She pushed hair away, “Don't touch me.”

He recoils, startled by the harshness in her voice. His eyes widen as he steps back, his hands raised in surrender. “I'm sorry. I didn't mean any harm.”

The softness in his gaze disappears, replaced with a cold emptiness that is far more unnerving than anything she has seen before.

She nodded her head. “Why do you live alone? There is not even any device or any connection to the world.”

“Animals live alone.”

“Animal? But humans are social animals, we need someone.” She said,

“I don't, I am made for the wild.”

Jungkook came back and he was complaining about the clothes being big on him too. “These are annoyingly big.”

Namjoon coldly said, “Then build muscles,”

“I have muscles, I even have abs. Not 6 but 8.” He showed Namjoon his 8 and. “I go to the gym everyday.”

He scoffs at Jungkook, his eyes filled with disbelief. With a dismissive wave of his hand, he turns and starts walking towards the kitchen. “Gym? Please. Real men are made in the wild, not in some city gym.”

"Do you live alone?" Jungkook asked. Y/n was just focused on the food, she was really hungry.

He raises an eyebrow at Jungkook's sudden question, he leans against the kitchen counter. “Yes, I do. I like living alone.” He watches her hungrily, his eyes glinting with mischief.

“You don't have a wife? or a girlfriend?” Jungkook was asking all the questions.

He shakes his head, his lips curling into a small smile. “No, I don't have a wife or a girlfriend. Yet.” His eyes never leave her.

Y/n noticed it. “Jungkook, I am sleepy. I want to sleep.”

“You can sleep in the room.” Namjoon said. She nodded her head and left. After finishing his Jungkook. He was about to go. But Namjoon stopped him.

“Where?” He asked.

“To sleep with Y/n,” Jungkook replied.

“You will sleep here with me.” Namjoon said.

“But why? I am dating her.” Jungkook said.

“This is my house, so you can either do what I am saying or sleep outside in the rain.” Namjoon exclaimed. Jungkook was annoyed but he agreed to sleep in the living room.

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Namjoon couldn't sleep at all. He stands outside her door, his heart pounding in his chest. He knows he shouldn't be here, but he can't resist the pull of her presence. He slowly opens the door, his eyes adjusting to the darkness of her room.

He moves silently towards her bed, his eyes fixed on her. He can't help but admire the way her chest rises and falls with each gentle breath, the soft curves of her body beneath the covers. He reaches out, hesitating for just a moment before gently brushing a strand of hair from her face, but the roughness of his hand woke her up.

His heart skips a beat, and he quickly pulls his hand back as she stirs awake. He tries to make out her features in the darkness, his eyes adjusting as he waits for her to fully wake up. “Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you.”

“What are you doing here?” She looked scared.

He could see the fear in her eyes, and instantly regretted his actions. He takes a step back, holding up his hands in surrender. “I'm not here to hurt you, I promise. I was just making sure you have a blanket.”

“Leave the room,” she said.

“But why?” He asked why leaning in closer to her.

“I will scream,” She said.

He laughs softly, his warm breath fanning against her lips. He leans in even closer, his voice a low whisper that sends chills down her spine. “Go ahead, scream my name.”

He held her arms and pinned her on the bed. She started calling out for Jungkook. But he was not coming, “JUNGKOOK!”

His hands tremble slightly as he undresses her, his eyes dark with desire and lust. “Ever since you stepped in my house, I wanted to fck you.”

She was terrified. And tried to push and hit him. But he was huge and muscular; it was useless.

He tightens his grip on her, pinning her down beneath his strong body. His breathing is heavy, and his voice is husky with need. “No, don't fight me. I know you want this too. You want a man fck you, that boy can never satisfy your desires, only I can.”

“Leave me! I don't want you! Jungkook!” She yelled.

His eyes flash with a mix of anger and desperation, his grip on her tightening further. He leans in close, his hot breath washing over her face. “Don't lie to me, little mouse. I can see the way you look at me, the way your body responds to mine.”

He thrusts into her, unable to control his need for release. His eyes are closed tightly, and his breaths come in ragged gasps. She was crying and screaming but it felt like no one could hear her screams in that forest.

Jungkook can, but he can't do anything as he is chained up in the basement.

His grip tightens around her hips, and he slams back into her, setting a brutal pace. He leans over bed, his breath hot against her neck as he snarls, "You like that, don't you? You like being taken hard and rough by me.”

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Namjoon smiled at her and kissed her forehead. “I will come back home in the evening, take care of yourself, okay wifey?”

Y/n stared at the crazy man, it has been three days now, he is acting like they both are husband wife, she doesn't act the way he wants he would hit her and fck her hard.

He told her that Jungkook has left without her. But she doubts that.

“I said, Okay wifey?” He asked again.

“Okay,” she replied. He smiled.

“My kiss?” He leaned closer, asking for a kiss. “Bitch kiss me.”

She didn't, he thinks he can make her do anything by abusing her nonstop?

He slapped her face. She was shocked and fell on the ground, hitting the chain that was around her leg. He has chained her up too, so she can't run away.

He unbuckled his belt and took off his pants. “You really want me to fck you before I go to work huh?”

She crawled away in fear. “Please not again.”

But he held her leg and pulled her closer to him. She hit him multiple times. “Leave me!”

“You think you have a choice? I've started this, and I'll finish it, no matter how many times I have to fck you until you're too exhausted to move.” He exclaimed.

She started crying, he is too heavy to be pushed away. She had tried every way to hurt him, but he is made of metal and doesn't get hurt.

"Fck, you're such a tight little mouse. You were supposed to be a quick fuck to relieve some stress before work, but now I can't get enough of you. I want to breed you, make you mine forever.”

“Just finish it and fcking leave me!” She exclaimed.

He snorts, a dark chuckle escaping his lips as he continues to pound into her. Oh, I'm far from finished with you, little mouse. I'm going to fill you up with so much cum, you'll be dripping for days.”

She felt the disgusting feeling of him filling her up again.

"Fck, you feel so good taking my load. I own every inch of your tight little pussy now."He grins, a look of triumph in his eyes as he pulls out of her, leaving her feeling empty and used. He puts on his pants before turning to leave.

She rolled into a ball while crying.
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Y/n can't believe she is cooking for that man. But yesterday when he told her to cook and she didn't, she faced consequences. So now she was making sure there will be fresh food for him to eat when he comes back home.

He even brings dresses for her. He wants to make her his wife so badly.

And she has tried to run away. But she doesn't know anything of the forest, he caught her before she could go far and he fcked her in the woods like an animal and bring her back home.

He looks down at her his gaze lingering on her curves. “You actually cooked for me? How...unexpected.” He approaches her. “I suppose you deserve a reward for your efforts, little mouse.”

“Reward?” She asked.

"Yes, a reward. But remember, you're still mine. You're just getting a taste of mercy for now." He leans in, capturing her lips in a rough kiss as he begins to unbutton his pants. "I wonder how you'll taste after all that hard work.”

“Mercy?” She was stepping back and the chain was making noises with her.

He chuckles darkly, the sound vibrating against her lips. “Mercy is a luxury you don't deserve, little mouse. But I'll grant you a reprieve... for now.” He breaks the kiss, his hands roaming over her body as he steps back to remove his pants.

“W-hy are you undressing?” she asked

He raises an eyebrow at her question before chuckling. “Well, I can't exactly take you being dressed, now can I? It'll only get in the way of what I have in mind.” He continues to undress himself.

“I cooked as you said. Now reward me by not having s*x with me tonight.” She exclaimed.

He freezes for a moment at her words, looking at her. Then, a slow, wicked grin spreads across his face. “Well, well, well... Look who's getting clever. You really want to avoid my cock, huh?”

He pulled her closer. “Too sad baby, you can avoid that, I can be gentle tonight as a reward for you for following my order.”,

He turned her around, and bent her over. Tears filled up her eyes, how she will escape this man? Where has Jungkook gone? Will he send her any help because she really can't live with him like this.

After he was done, she fell on the floor of the living room. Her legs gave up, and he just went to the dining table and started eating dinner.

She was crying nonstop. “What a beautiful sight while having dinner.” He said. She heard his words and pulled her dress down, trying to cover her body while crying.

After eating, he took a plate and added some food in it before he left the house. She watches him go out with a plate of food. At first she didn't think much but suddenly it clicked her.

Maybe he took food for Jungkook, so he must be still here.

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Y/n was getting tired now, she has been trying to cut the chain with kitchen knife. Her hands were trembling with exhausted and fear. She doesn't have much time if Namjoon came and caught her he will punish her badly.

The blade was dull and her efforts seems futile, but she refused to to give you with a final desperate swing, the chain snapped and her leg was free.

She stumbled her feet, as she left the house and made the way to the basement, there was a lock on it but she breaks it with a huge stone, her eyes darting around the dimly lit basement. Her eyes wide in shock.

There, tied up with chains on a chair was Jungkook. He looked battered but alive, relief flood through her and she rush to his side.

"Jungkook," She whispered urgently fumbling with chains, " We need to get out of here before Namjoon comes back."

His eyes, through weary were filled with a spark of hope. "Thank god you are okay Y/n." He breaths. "Hurry."

With trembling hands, Y/n worked to free him, the sound of chains clicking against each other filling the tense silence. Finally the last chain fell away and Jungkook stood, wincing slightly.

"Let's go," Y/n said, grabbing his hand, they run towards the basement stairs.

But as they reached the top, a figure loomed in the doorway. Namjoon, his eyes were cold and furious.

Y/n hold the knife and then stabbed his right eyes, making him yell. But he push her body off and then took out the knife from his eyes, his eyes were bleeding.

"No!" Y/n screamed as she felt a sharp pain clamp around her ankle. She looked down in horror to see a bear trap, it's rusty teeth digging into her flesh. She cried out in agony as Jungkook tries to pull her free but Namjoon wouldn't let that happen.

He grabbed Jungkook, yanking him away from Y/n's side. "You thought you could escape?" He sneered dragging Jungkook into the basement, "You both will pay for this."

"Run, Y/n." Jungkook shouted, struggling against Namjoon's grip.

But Y/n couldn't move, her leg trapped and bleeding, she watched helplessly as Namjoon was dragging Jungkook.

Namjoon took the axe, and Y/n closed her eyes as she could hear Jungkook scream before it got silent.

Y/n started running into the forest. She didn't look back she was too scared to look at what he has done.

“Come back! You can't escape me.” Namjoon exclaimed. His eye was still bleeding, the blood had covered his face and now he looked even scarier.

She couldn't run properly as there was a bear trap at her leg but she still tried. He caught her, and put her on over his shoulder.

“Let go of me!” She cried and hit him. But he took her back home. She was expecting him to punish her the usual way but he brought her to the basement where the whole floor was filled with slimy discharge of brain and head.

She closed her eyes while crying as he put her on a table. “You think you can run away huh?”

He starts to rummage through his toolbox. “I'll cut your leg, I don't need your fcking leg that you can use to run away from me.”

Her eyes widened, “ARE YOU CRAZY? PLEASE DON'T!”

His smirk turns into a wide grin as he takes out an electric cutter. “Oh, you want to play with fire, little mouse?”He revs up the cutter, the loud noise filling the room as he brings it close to her skin. “It's a fair deal, I lost one eye because of you now you will lose one leg.”

Her screams echo, as he cuts off her one leg.

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A few months later,

Y/n adjusted the prosthetic leg that allowed her some mobility, despite the constant ache and imbalance. She'd grown accustomed to it over the months, just as she had grown accustomed to the isolation and the man who kept her there.

A protective hand rested on her growing belly, reminding her of the life she carried.

Every morning, he would leave for the forest to get a kiss from her and every evening, he would return to her pleasuring him.

Y/N hobbled around the small kitchen, her hands raw and sore from washing dishes in cold water and scrubbing the wooden floors until they shone.

There were no modern conveniences here; everything had to be done by hand. She moved from task to task.

Every movement was slower now, burdened by the weight of her pregnancy, but she dared not complain.

She knew her survival—and that of her unborn child—depended on her compliance.

Namjoon had made that clear from the beginning. The first time she had refused to kneel in front of him upon his return, he had made sure she never made that mistake again.

The memory of that punishment, the sharpness of his knife and the coldness in his eyes, kept her obedient.

Y/N set about preparing dinner. The small kitchen filled with the aroma of stew. She arranged everything, making sure that Namjoon would have no reason to find fault with her efforts.

The sound of the front door opening made her heart race. She quickly wiped her hands on her apron and moved to the doorway, lowering herself to her knees. Namjoon's heavy boots thudded on the wooden floor as he approached. She kept her head bowed, her pulse pounding in her ears.

"Good evening, Namjoon," she greeted him softly, her voice trembling slightly. As she does his pants. He caressed her cheek.

“Good evening honey.” he mumbled as he handed her the flower he bought for her. But she was focused on pleasuring her first, not wanting to her torture by him for not doing it.

Once he was done, There was a long pause before he spoke. "Dinner ready?"

"Yes," she replied quickly, standing up with some difficulty and leading him to the table.

She served the stew, making sure to avoid his gaze. She could feel his eyes on her, scrutinizing her every move.

Namjoon ate in silence, and Y/N remained standing by the table, ready to attend to any of his needs. When he finally finished, he leaned back and looked at her.

"You've done well today," he said, his voice low and gravelly.

"Yes, Namjoon," she replied, relief flooding her as she realized she had met his expectations for another day.

As he stood and left the table, She knew there was no escape from this twisted life. Her survival—and the survival of her unborn child—hinged on being the perfect, obedient wife Namjoon demanded.

She is hoping that he takes her to hospital to give birth so she could get help and run away, it's not like he will tell her to give birth here in the jungle.

And so, she carried on, day after day, bound by his obsession and her own desperate need to stay alive.

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