To rereaders: I've rewritten and added new scenes to many chapters so just be on a lookout.

To new readers: the prologue will not make sense for now but as the story progresses, it will. Don't be frightened away cause you don't know what's going on for now

January 1, 2020

"If loyalty isn't enough to keep you by my side then seven different kinds locks should do the trick!"

Trapped.

No way out.

They search for something, anything that they could get their hands on. It could be a weapon, a key, a slight aspiration to keep themselves from giving up but nothing! The walls and the chains wrapped around their body as if it's their second skin encased them in eternal darkness with no way out. Not a single door, window, a trace of light, or a clue to how they ever got in here in the first place could be found. And their ankles, fractured and bruised, forbidden them from walking or running.

This prison of their's is a perfect cube, the corners just reachable if they extend their arms like a starfish, confined with just their minds— minds that are broken, minds that gave no mercy as these voices— horrible voices that never leaves, voices that taunts them even if they are awake, voices that won't fucking shut up as it is there to remind them of their torture and pain.

"I'M GOOD! CANT YOU SEE IM GOOD?!? WAS I NOT PERFECT FOR YOU?!? EVERYONE SAID I'M PERFECT! WHY CAN'T YOU SEE THAT?!?" The monster, that horrid voice stuck in their head screamed, piercing and shattering each part of her psyche.

Their breathing became unsteady as they look up in terror, their body frozen in the same spot. Adrenaline, terror, and paranoia floods their system; it kept pumping and pumping, their heart beating so hard and quickly.

Escape. Escape. Escape. Escape. But I can't. No I can't. Frozen. Paralyzed. I can't move my body. Scared. I'm scared. Someone help me, I can't take it anymore.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" The monster cocked it's head, latching it's disgusting, bloody, hands on their jaw, squeezing it so firmly that the sounds of bones cracking became audible. "You have such pretty, glossy, white teeth every time you smile. I like your teeth. I want to pull each one of your porcelain, pretty and perfect white teeth just to add into my collection. Now where's my collection? Hahahaha silly me, I have them somewhere!"

Then the monster is gone yet again. They mustered up their leftover strength, pushing past their limits they didn't know they had and found themselves untied, limbs finally able to moved from their restricted chains.

They smiled.

Hope.

There is hope.

Then the monster came back.

It all came tumbling down.

"Are you walking away from me? Silly. You're so silly! Come here babydoll. Come. Here. Now. Baby doll," they yelped as a harsh tug grasped their hair into a ball, tugging onto their scalp painfully. "Your hair... it's so smooth, every lock, every strand, I want it all for myself. Your hair smells so good, I want it next to me. Stop it," the monster gritted It's teeth as they began to fight, but their efforts came into a stop as no progress were made, "stop it, stop it, stop it!!! You don't fucking deserve hair like that. It's not fair that you're keeping it all for yourself. It's not fair. Why can't I have something like that?!"

"Ungrateful," the monster bashed their head against the ground, "bitch," then again, "ungrateful," and again, "bitch!!"

And it stopped. Barely conscious, they felt a hot breath touching the tip of their ears. "You know... I hate the smell of blood. Metallic. Sickly. Smells like rotten garbage doesnt it? But yours smells wonderful. It's beautiful. It stains the pavement, it glows like the wonderful sunsets I've seen," chills scattered throughout their body as the monster's tongue scraped across their blood-stained ear, "and tastes absolutely scrumptious. Blood like yours can never be passed by."

"I'm tired baby doll, should we get some rest?" I can never sleep with you around. I can never. Never. I don't want to listen to you— they gasped as they felt another unpleasant tug on their waist. Voices. They won't stop. It vibrated with power, command, and authority, one that sink in to your bones and wraps you till you become immobile.

They could feel a touch slithering starting from their inner thighs which moved quickly at the outline of her breasts. The monster chuckled, his laugh shaking the ground like a storm.

"I'll have to carve my name in your back if that's what I have to do to let you know that you're mine, got it?"

Their breathing became unsteady, but their mind focused.

If there is a way in.

There is a way out.

It's just a matter of thinking clearly until they find it.

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Pride, the mother of all sins. Loving and esteeming oneself about others.

Lust, considering others as mere objects of sexual desire.

Gluttony, an inordinate desire to consume more than that which one requires.

Anger, manifested in the individual who spurns love and opts instead for fury. It is also known as Wrath.

Greed, the desire for material wealth or gain, ignoring the realm of the spiritual. It is also called Avarice or Covetousness.

Sloth, the avoidance of physical or spiritual work.

Envy, painful or resentful awareness of an advantage enjoyed by another joined with a desire to possess the same advantage

"Sometimes it's not the people who change, it's the mask that falls off."

(Y/N) has unluckily encounters seven different boys who manifests the personalities of each of the Seven Deadly Sins. Their persona changes overtime as their attitude towards her grew more obsessive and controlling. With problems of her own increasing, how will she survive?

⚠️This contains:
•Explicit scenes of violence
•Sexual contents
•Scenes that'll make you realllly hate the characters (like seriously guys, don't attack me😂)
•Scenes that can make you cry or laugh or cringe or all of em

This is a fiction after all!

This book is indeed, mature.

P.S: mom I'm sorry, if you're reading this, pls don't read this— I've brought dishonor to our family and our cow, peace😂✌︎

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It would also be wonderful if you guys check out my other book: The Hostess!

Description:
"A whore is someone who sells their body: a hostess is someone who entertains guests to make them feel welcomed and loved. There's a difference."

(Y/N), a woman who moved from the suburban area of South Korea to one of the biggest cities: Seoul, ranking up to the highest "Hostess" of the city. #1, the most eligible girl, whatever she was, all she wanted was a stable job to provide for her college tuition, but that's not all she gets. 7 men. 7 different personalities and occupancies all stumble to her with different wants and needs. What happens if those wants and needs becomes more... obsessive?

BTS X READER
Gang AU
Yandere