Author's POV
If only he possessed the power to sear her with the fury in his eyes, he would have incinerated her on the spot. The rage coursing through him was so potent that nothing could quell its fiery intensity. Was he merely angry? No. He was seething with fury. His vision was clouded with crimson, fixated on her with a searing glare. All he desired was to extinguish her existence in that very moment.
As Aziel trembled in his presence, fear etched deep into her gaze. Her ear reverberated with the echoes of his rage. The vivid mark of his slap stained her right cheek with a bruised hue, while blood trickled from the corner of her lips. Her mind struggled to maintain coherence amidst the chaos, her surroundings swirling in disarray. The force of his blow was nothing short of devastating.
With his finger poised upon the trigger, a mere twitch could send a bullet tearing through her fragile skull.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, her words barely audible over the pounding of her own heart. His jaw clenched with unyielding fury at her feeble apology. Through blurry vision and fading consciousness, she pleaded, "Please, don't end my life."
"I beg of you," her voice faltered, barely above a whisper, "I want to live." As her strength waned, she uttered her final plea, "My mother... she wanted me to live." And then, darkness claimed her.
She fell on the floor. Unconscious.
Jungkook observed Aziel's limp form sprawled on the floor, resembling a discarded puppet. He entertained the notion that she was merely pretending, playing a twisted game of deception with him. A chuckle escaped his lips at the thought.
"Enough of your games," he growled, his voice laced with impatience.
He nudged her with his foot, expecting a reaction, but she remained motionless, unresponsive to his commands.
"Get up, Aziel," he commanded, his tone tinged with frustration, as he delivered a slightly firmer kick. Still, she offered no response.
"I'll end this charade with a bullet if you persist," he warned, his threat ringing through the tense silence. Yet, his words fell on deaf ears, and it dawned on him that she had truly lost consciousness.
Throwing the gun with a careless toss onto the bed, Jungkook knelt beside Aziel, a smirk playing on his lips at the sight of her unconsciousness.
"One slap and you're out cold? Pathetic," he muttered to himself, a hint of amusement coloring his voice.
Gently lifting her limp form, he cradled her in his arms and carried her to the bed, laying her down with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with his earlier aggression. Drawing the duvet over her still form, he watched her intently, his mind already planning his next move once she regained consciousness.
After a while,
Upon opening her eyes, the beautiful decoration of the ceiling greeted her through blurred vision. The sting of the slap lingered, her right ear still numb. Flashes of the preceding moments flooded her mind, tears welling in her eyes. Though the thought of ending her own life crossed her mind, she knew it was forbidden by God, a grave sin. Turning to her right, she spotted Jungkook seated on the sofa, legs crossed, his gun resting on the glass table before him. His eyes were shut; he appeared to be asleep. Anger boiled within her as she longed to exact punishment upon him, to make him reconsider harming another soul.
He had taken her mother's life.
Branded her mother as a witch.
"His mother was a witch," her heart screamed in agony.
She clenched her jaw so tightly that it seemed as if it might shatter from the sheer force of her anger. Her gaze fixated on the gun, her eyes burning with a fiery intensity that could rival the sun. Without a moment's hesitation, she catapulted herself from the bed, her movements fueled by a primal instinct driving her towards the weapon.
At the sound of her thunderous footsteps, Jungkook's eyes flew open, startled by the sudden commotion. But before he could even blink, she was upon the table, snatching the gun with the ferocity of a lioness defending her cubs.
Jungkook's heart skipped a beat as he beheld her broken state—her eyes aflame with a mixture of anguish and fury, her cheek branded by the crimson mark of his slap, her trembling lips barely able to contain the storm raging within her soul. With both hands trembling, she aimed the gun at him, her grip unyielding, her resolve unbreakable.
"Let-go of me," she whispered, her voice quivering with raw emotion, a solitary tear carving a path down her cheek like a river of despair. He couldn't help but smirk, a twisted satisfaction coursing through his veins as he savored her vulnerability, reveling in the power he held over her.
"I will shoot you if you don't release me," she declared, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and defiance. But instead of instilling fear in him, her words only elicited a mocking chuckle from Jungkook.
Say what you will, but he found himself drawn to her in this moment of unbridled bravery, longing for more encounters where she would confront him with such fearless determination.
"Go," he replied, his voice tinged with genuine admiration for her unwavering courage. But as soon as the word left his lips, he witnessed a rapid succession of emotions flicker across her face.
From vulnerability to shock.
Did he just say "go"? The words echoed in her mind, almost too surreal to comprehend. Could it be true?
"Go, sweetheart," he repeated softly, his gaze locked on her trembling form. She swallowed hard, disbelief and relief warring within her as she processed his unexpected command. Without hesitating for a moment, she bolted towards the door, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and hope.
Reaching for the handle, she pulled desperately, only to find it stubbornly locked. Panic surged through her veins as she realized her escape route was barred, trapping her once again in this nightmare.
"Open it," she pleaded, desperation dripping from every syllable, but Jungkook just chuckled. Rising to his feet, he regarded her with a strange mixture of amusement and pity.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," he sighed, shaking his head at her futile attempt to escape.
"Where will you go, little bird?" he taunted, his voice dripping with condescension. Anger boiled within her as she turned to face him.
"I said open it!" she screamed, her voice cracking with frustration, but he merely smiled.
"I wouldn't," he retorted, his smirk widening as he watched her futile efforts.
Frustrated and cornered, she whirled around, the gun trembling in her grip as she pointed it at him.
"I will shoot you if you don't open this door!" she threatened, her voice trembling with rage, but he just smirked in response.
"Then shoot," he dared, his tone infuriatingly calm and composed despite the gravity of the situation. It struck her as odd how unfazed he seemed, even with her holding his own weapon against him.
"Shoot, sweetheart," he taunted, taking predatory steps towards her, his demeanor oozing with malicious intent. With a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins, she tightened her grip on the gun and pulled the trigger, expecting a deafening bang to fill the room.
But to her horror, there was no sound.
The gun was EMPTY!
Confusion clouded her mind as she stared at the useless weapon in her trembling hands, only to be met with the cruel laughter echoing around her. He found amusement in her predicament, reveling in her vulnerability.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she realized the gravity of her situation, her worst fears coming to fruition. "No," she whispered in fear, her voice trembling with despair as she began to cry.
As her tears fell like raindrops, he continued to laugh, the sound grating against her already frayed nerves. With trembling hands, she let the gun slip from her grasp, the metallic clang as it hit the floor punctuating the tense silence of the room.
He closed the distance between them, standing dangerously close, his presence looming over her like a dark cloud, suffocating her with its intensity.
" "What happened?" he inquired, his gaze piercing into her with an unsettling intensity.
"Are you afraid?" he questioned further, but she remained silent, her emotions swirling in turmoil within her.
Without warning, he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her forcefully against his body, the proximity causing her heart to race with a mixture of fear and uncertainty.
"Huh?" she gasped in surprise at his sudden actions, caught off guard by his unexpected closeness.
"Look at me," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for disobedience, and she found herself compelled to obey, her eyes meeting his with a mixture of apprehension and defiance.
Her fearful gaze met his enraged stare, the tension between them palpable in the air.
"Let go of me," she implored, her voice trembling with fear, but his attention seemed fixated on her quivering, lightly pink lips.
"Please, for the sake of Jesus," she begged, desperation lacing her words, but her pleas fell on deaf ears as his focus remained solely on her lips.
"Please, let go of me," she sobbed, tears streaming down her cheeks in a torrent of despair.
"Only if I will be over of you," he declared, his voice dripping with malice. "I hope your Jesus forgives you for the sins you're about to commit with me."
Before she could protest, he seized her, crushing his lips against hers in a brutal and unwelcome kiss, her cries of protest silenced by the force of his actions.
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