Enemies to lovers
This story contains: blood, gore and Lust.
Y/n woke up on a chair in a dark room; their hands were tied behind their back tightly that even a slight movement would hurt their wrist. The last thing Y/n remembered was that they were drinking at the bar in the evening. Now that they think about it, someone might have spiked their drink while they weren't looking; And they might know who did it.
A door swung open, exposing a bright light coming from the other room, and three men entered. One man was pushing a bar cart, though it wasn't for drinks. Instead, it was filled with torture devices like knives, acids or even old medieval torture devices like the thumbscrew.
Another person entered the room and answered everything. It was Miss Roseanne, also known as the black Rose of the Park family.
Roseanne offered a deal with Y/n's empire to take a chunk of land in their territory to do exploitation for drugs. However, the land Roseanne chose was one of the best spots to make the gun business; this result has caused Y/n and the gang to refuse the offer since combining a drug business along with a weapon business could end everything bloody from any rowdy customers. But, little did Y/n know 'The black Rose' don't take no for an answer.
"Good, you're awake. I thought you'd be dead after my men spiked your drink with Ketamine. Who knows, you might be a bit soft with just a drop of drugs in your system." Roseanne spoke.
Y/n chuckled. "Who would've thought the Park family would be the one doing this." After that comment, Roseanne commanded one of her men.
The man approached Y/n before punching them on the right jaw. Y/n almost flew to the side after the strong impact.
"My family is nothing like me. Unlike them, they take no for an answer while I can get whatever I want with just a slight push." Roseanne declared.
"You just happened to be in my way." She added.
"Wow, for someone who is supposed to be the heir of the Park family, she's already ruining their reputation even before she could take over the empire." Y/n mocked.
It was Roseanne's turn to chuckle this time. "You are an heir yourself. The Lin family is known for being the richest and the most powerful family in a mafia city. Instead of doing your own thing, you follow your parents like a lost puppy. You follow their commands like how the owner tells their dog to sit." She bashed.
"I am making my family better and cleaner than they would ever do, but for you," Y/n laughs. "it got messier and dirtier than before. Your quite selfish, don't you agree?"
"Enough talking!" Roseanne yelled. She then grabbed Y/n's jaw "The only thing I want to hear from your mouth is a yes." She continued.
"A yes to let me take over that land for drug exploitation along with your gun business, but maybe the whole land you own if you continue to refuse." Roseanne shoves Y/n's face to the side before commanding her men to begin their torture.
The first twenty minutes were hard blows of punches on the face and the stomach. They would stop once and a while to see if the boss of the Lin empire suddenly changed their mind. But their answer would always be no.
The torture felt like hours with endless ways of doing different techniques; some were brutal that cannot be explained with proper words, other than there were buckets of blood and a bone almost being cracked in half. Despite all, Y/n refuses.
One of the men kicked Y/n, which caused the chair to fall backwards, crushing their hands from the fall. Y/n prevented themselves from screaming in pain, trying not to get any of their satisfaction. He then placed a towel over Y/n's face before pouring water to simulate a person drowning.
Y/n gags and chokes as they gasp for air, they squirm to find a possible spot for air, but the man held their head in place. The minute felt like hours as the water continues to drown Y/n.
But it immediately stopped when Roseanne commanded them. She then told them to sit Lin back up. The towel fell as they sat them up, to which Y/n instantly gasps for air. They coughed and drooled water. At this point, they didn't care what they looked like in that situation.
"Leave us be," Roseanne ordered. All of the three-man left the room and locked the door. It was only The black Rose and the heir in the dark room.
Roseanne turned her body towards the cart as she analyzed which weapon she should use.
Y/n spits out a piece of a chipped tooth. "That's all you got?" They provoked while slurring their words.
"I'm giving my men a break since I could tell they just wanted you dead," Roseanne explained. "But, that doesn't mean you get to have your break." She made her way towards Y/n with a knife in her hand.
"I'm surprised, you're able to withstand almost all of the torture that my men gave." Roseanne then pierced the chair between Y/n's thighs. Y/n didn't flinch.
"I got to admit," Roseanne whispered in Y/n's ear while the woman's hand travelled up their thighs.
"You looked so hot being tortured like this." She said.
Her hands stay on Y/n's thighs as she brushes her hands up and down. Suddenly, Roseanne pulled the knife out of the pierced chair and straddled herself on Y/n's lap. The heir groaned from the sudden weight.
Roseanne then rested the tip of the knife on Y/n's lips, she lightly slides the knife, but not enough to cut their skin. It goes down to the neck all the way to the first buttoned shirt. She cuts the strings skillfully enough to cut the two buttons. She circled the knife around Y/n's chest while her right hand remained on their neck.
Their eyes meet before they gazed at each other's lips. Roseanne leaned closer to the point their lips were grazing one another; she teased as she pulled herself back while Y/n leaned closer.
Finally, their lips roughly met. They moved quickly, slowly and in sync. Roseanne's moan is causing Y/n to moan back; their breath gets heavier as their tongue fights for dominants. The blood mixed with spit makes them want each other more. Roseanne's hips grind on Y/n's lap. It's making Y/n go crazy because they wanted to touch her badly. Being tied up is indeed the worst torture.
The two continue to make out before Roseanne bites and pulls Y/n's bottom lip. Roseanne lets go as she leans herself backward and moans in satisfaction.
"Fuck," she moaned,
"You look so fucking good helpless."
The view that Y/n is seeing is the best view of a lifetime as they observe the shape and figure of her body; the breasts, the waists and that drop-dead gorgeous face. The woman they are supposed to hate is something they want all to themselves. Not anywhere else but on their bed.
"Just agreed to our deal, sweetheart. We can work together as one. We'll be unstoppable." Roseanne persuaded. "Plus, we can do this all day." She implied as she leaned herself closer to kiss them once again.
However, it was stopped when she heard a gun cocked itself back at the back of her head.
"Unfortunately, darling, your time is up." Y/n began.
Roseanne scoffed as she stared at the heir's eyes. "You smart son of a bitch, I should've checked every inch of your body for a tracker." She said.
"But that's what I like about you." She added.
Roseanne stood up while the rest of Y/n's men entered and untied the heir. Y/n held their wrist to soothe the pain; they then rotated their neck left to right resulting in a sound of cracks on each side.
"Well, I had fun here Miss Park. Maybe we should do this sometimes, without the torture part, if you know what I mean," Y/n spoke. "Then maybe, I could change my mind about our deal." They finished.
Y/n left the dark room and into the other room filled with piles of dead bodies and bullet holes through the walls.
"What do you want us to do with The Black Rose?" One of the men asked.
"Let her go; I want to see how she works. She's quite an interesting one."
Author thought time
I just realized that this story and the previous one are closely similar to one another. But, oh well, I got it done so that's that.
Also, while writing the knife scene, the girls (Chaelisa) were doing a live and Rosé happened to do the exact motion that this version of Rosé was doing.
SEE, I told you guys I know the future.
Or just a coincidence but it's funny to see that we end up having the same thought process.