ROGUE || JJK

Chapter 22: awake

Recap
Scenes from last night filled her head instantly. A tear trickling down her cheek as she looked at everything in much thought.

Some destructions were beautifully decorated she thought.

Another tear trickled down her cheek but this time, the walls she created around her broke. Leaving her vulnerable as she burst out crying.

"I hate you! I hate you Jungkook I hate you".

End of recap

Sia's pov

I cried and cried and cried till no more tears could escape. Wiping the tears on my already stained cheeks away, I attempted to get out of the bed until a wooden tray on the bed stand table caught my attention. Stopping me from moving any further.

There was a glass of orange juice placed on it. Covered with a wooden lid. Beside it was a little saucer covered by a glass food covering.

I could see through the glass. Seeing a freshly made sandwich on the white saucer.

As I observed it, my gaze landed on a little note on the tray which I slowly picked up to read.

I'm out for a meeting, I'll be late. Feel free to go out.

Jungkook

My eyes couldn't help but stare at the sandwich in thought as I placed the note back down. Eventually, I attempted to get back up and freshen myself.

The pain between my legs were unbearable. I could hardly stand up let alone limp.

I bit my lower lip when applying pressure to walk. Thankfully, after a few attempts I was up on my feet. Limping my way towards the bathroom while grabbing onto the nearest furniture and walls for support.

Turning the silver knob, I opened the door with my shaky hand and got in before closing it behind but the minute my eyes landed on the mirror ahead, my soul left my body.

A tear trickled down my cheek as I looked at my reflection in the mirror.

There I was...totally and awfully ruined. I couldn't help but cry after seeing what he had done to my body.

My body was like a canvas he had left his marks on.
My neck was covered in numerous hickies, my wrists were bruised from the tightness of the robe's belt with cuts on the sides. My arms and the rest of my body had several scratches.

My legs were luckily spared but once I turned around, I couldn't help but gasp at the horrifying sight.

My butt and hips had the scratches of his nails. They must have been caused when he groped me harshly and pushed me down on his dick.

I looked.......disgusting!

I burst out crying again and this time I rushed over to the shower and closed the glass door before quickly pulling the silver water tap. Letting the cold water slip down my weak body.

I cried and cried, washing his scent and already dried saliva off of me. I was turning crazy. Crazy to the point of wanting to rip my skin off. I felt utterly disgusted at myself.