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My body feels sore...like I'm beaten to a pulp and I can't fucking get up. My eyes are dry and my head feels like it's ripping itself apart.

When I finally open my eyes and my vision is cleared out, I find myself clad in a white gown with absolutely nothing inside. It's very loosely fit on my body, and I hate the feeling of the abnormal white satin cloth on my skin.

I curl myself closer and rest my back on the headboard and think about how pathetic my life has become over night.

I find out Jeon Jungkook is my own brother and we are blood siblings. I realise I have a family and crave to go see my father who I haven't met since more than a decade and a half.

My own family members lied to me, saying I was a single child with no father...

What is this supposed to mean?

Right.

Life doesn't wish for me to be happy.

But then again...I found myself my best companions in the world.

Hana, Jaehee, Hara...and the boys...

Life gave me my true love who's fighting for me over there and I'm here, sitting by the bedpost and seeming so helpless that it hurts inside.

What's more funny is that I can't end this nightmare myself.

There nothing, absolutely nothing in this doomed room with which I can end my life with. (guys I love you. Please don't do anything gunny which makes your loved ones unhappy. There are people who care for you and your well being. Again, I love you all ❤)

I can't cry anymore because I feel extremely dehydrated. Even if I scream right now, there's no voice coming out so I shut up and accept the fact that I'm going to die soon.

Oh wait...

I can always die of starvation...

I madly grin at the fact and suddenly, the door creaks open, the sound making me groan internally and clutch my ears.

"I suppose they haven't greased the hinges as I said yesterday. Behead them." he talked to another shadow which was beside him by the door. The shadow disappeared on command and I look at him in horror.
How can anyone be so fucking ruthless...?

"Morning to you too, baby girl." he come sin with the plate and locks the door behind him, the door getting shut from the outside as if they've been commanded to.

He sets the tray of food beside the bed on the table and I scoot away from the tray. It makes me want to eat when my initial plan is to die from starvation.

"You look so fucking good in white, Yungmi, I swear..." I see straight ahead of me as he nuzzles his ugly, scarred face in my neck. My nil reaction makes him pull away and look at the side of my face.

He realises I'm done with bullshit and he scoffs before sitting beside me and taking the plate.

"Eat up."

Again. I show no emotion or give any response.

He wants for a few minutes until his leg begins to drum on the sheets.

"Don't make me make you have your food the hard way, Yungmi." that sounded like a pure warning but I paid no heed.

He heaves a sigh and leaves the tray be on the bed beside me. He stands up and walks away and I feel like I've won the world war.

But then again, I feel like crying suddenly.

Why did he leave without pestering me??

Then I realised...

Loud screams erupted from the other room and I could recognise the voice of the woman almost instantly.

"NO!! NO!! DON'T DO THIS!!!!" I scream with the left energy, my voice coming out terrifically gruff and harsh, as if I'm tearing my vocal cords away.

The screams only increase in intensity and I feel every cell of my body burst because of horror.

The screams don't cease until I've said the words which he wanted to hear.

"STOP IT PLEASE!! I- I WILL EAT THE FOOD! PLEASE!!!" I bang my hands on the door and scream with tears running down my face like waterfall.

The screams drop to heavy panting and I hear footsteps walking towards the door. I walk back by a few steps and let the door open and he enters.

There's no use of having a quick escape from the door. I'll probably be shot down in an instant but that's none of my concerns. My only concern is if I do anything funny, he is going to hurt her, too.

"Say that again, Princess." he walks in and towers over me, forcing me to look down at my own feet.

"I said I- I'll eat now."

"The why aren't you having your food yet? Or should I..." before he could complete the sentence, I run towards the tray if food and gulp the disgusting buttered toast and orange juice in one go, throwing the plate away and making the huge lump slide down my throat. I force myself not to gag at the size I'm forcing down my throat to the point of me almost crying out again.

"Good girl..." he comes closer and pats my head as if I'm a puppy. I find no energy in swatting his hand away from my head because I'm busy wiping the tears away from my face.

"And don't worry, I haven't touched you yesterday."

That makes me look at him in the eyes.

What did he just fucking say??

"Then...then w-why did you rip my clothes away?"

"To change you of course." I almost tear up again and look down.

Thank god. I feel just a bit better now.

I haven't felt any uncomfortableness down there when I woke up, and that only supports his confession. I slightly nod and lay back on the bed, urging him to walk away.

But he comes closer and kneels down on his knees, rubbing my back which faces him and he whispers these in my ears,

"I will never touch you without your consent, princess. I'll make you beg for me, and it's going to be done soon."

He says menacingly and my heart aches at the words. He kisses my hair to which I flinch and he finally leaves the room.

I'm left alone again, feeling as miserable as ever.