The Inherited Slave/ Kim Taehyung Fanfiction.

1. The Inherited slave.

Taehyung’s gaze was like ice, his words sharp enough to cut through the thick tension that hung in the air. “You think you’ve seen the worst?” he challenged, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. “I haven’t even started.”

Y/N, a 23-year-old girl burdened by the weight of her own suffering, stood at the kitchen sink, the stinging pain in her arm a constant reminder of the cruelty she endured daily. As she scrubbed the dishes with trembling hands, her mind reeled with the injustices of her life, each moment adding to the mountain of despair she carried on her shoulders.

Suddenly, a searing pain shot through her arm as her uncle callously threw hot coffee at her, the scalding liquid scorching her skin and eliciting a sharp cry of agony. Tears welled in her eyes, blurring her vision as she struggled to maintain her composure.

In a daze, she leaned against the sink for support, the clatter of the utensils she dropped echoing in the silent kitchen. Taking a deep breath, she attempted to push past the pain, to numb herself to the cruelty of her reality.

But before she could gather her thoughts, a rough hand grabbed hold of her hair, yanking her back with a force that stole her breath. Her heart raced as she braced herself for the next onslaught, the darkness of despair threatening to consume her once more.

Y/N's eyes fluttered open, her vision blurred by tears and pain. As she struggled to focus, the figure of Eun-ji, the head maid, loomed before her. Eun-ji's presence filled the room with an air of authority, her demeanor commanding respect despite her lowly status as a maid. To Y/N, she was more than just a servant; she was a constant reminder of the injustices that plagued her daily existence.

With a disdainful sneer, Eun-ji surveyed Y/N's trembling form, her eyes alight with a cruel satisfaction. "What's the matter, dear Y/N?" she taunted, her voice dripping with malice. "Can't even handle a simple task without making a mess? Just like your worthless parents, always causing trouble wherever they go."

Y/N's cheeks burned with humiliation at the mention of her parents, their abandonment a wound that never seemed to heal. Eun-ji knew exactly where to strike to inflict the most pain, and she took pleasure in twisting the knife with each cutting remark.

In a small voice barely above a whisper, Y/N replied, "S-sorry, I-I am d-doing my b-best..."

Eun-ji's laughter rang out like a cruel echo in the silent kitchen, mocking Y/N's stutter and further fueling her sense of shame. It was a familiar dance, one Y/N had performed countless times before, trapped in a never-ending cycle of humiliation and despair at the hands of the maid who relished in her suffering.

Y/N's heart sank as Eun-ji's laughter filled the air, mocking her stutter with cruel precision. It was a vulnerability that Y/N had long tried to conceal, a source of shame that Eun-ji wielded like a weapon against her.

"Look at you," Eun-ji sneered, her voice dripping with contempt. "Can't even speak without stumbling over your words. No wonder your parents abandoned you. Who would want a pathetic stuttering mess like you?"

Y/N's cheeks burned with shame at the venom in Eun-ji's words. It was a reminder of her own perceived inadequacies, a constant refrain that echoed in her mind whenever she dared to hope for something more.

With each cruel barb, Eun-ji stripped away what little remained of Y/N's already fragile self-esteem, leaving her feeling small and insignificant in the presence of the maid who reveled in her suffering.