His kidnapper asked stepping towards him slowly, "So, JEON..JUNG..KOOK. Come on tell me your fantasies. How do you like to get fucked? I mean rough, slow. Oh hold on, I think you would fit into BDSM play". He trailed his eyes down to his crotch lust...
Namjoon quickly called when they reached their destination. "Boss, we are outside, with that guy."
"Alright then bring him in." The two carefully carried Jungkook, his limp form heavy in their arms, and placed him in the backrest chair. Seeing Jungkook's unconscious state, Taehyung's eyes narrowed, a cruel smirk twisting his lips. He stumbled towards him, his movements unsteady, and accidentally bumped into the wall. Jin quickly ran to support him. "Boss, are you that drunk?" Taehyung shook him off, his gaze fixed on Jungkook's slumped figure. "Look at this... this piece of shit, laying in front of me helplessly." Taehyung circled Jungkook, his voice a low, menacing growl. He seemed to relish the sight of Jungkook's vulnerability. Jungkook remained still, unresponsive, the effects of the chloroform holding him in a deep unconsciousness. The silence in the room was thick, broken only by Taehyung's ragged breathing. Namjoon and jin exchanged uneasy glances, their bodies tense, anticipating Taehyung's next move. They knew their boss's moods could be unpredictable, especially when he was like this. Taehyung's words were thick and slurred, his eyes narrowed into slits. He swayed on his feet, a dangerous energy radiating from him as he stared at the unmoving form before him.
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"Should we stay here tonight?" Jin asked, his voice laced with worry, observing Taehyung's erratic movements and the unsettling glint in his eyes. "No, definitely not. Just go away, don't ruin my night. Just gooo," Taehyung slurred, waving his hand dismissively. His attention remained fixated on Jungkook's unconscious form. Taehyung's eyes, bloodshot and glazed, held a disturbing intensity as he stared at Jungkook. A low, guttural sound escaped his throat, a mix of satisfaction and something darker. "Arghhh... finally," he breathed, his voice thick with anticipation. He ran his thumb slowly across his lower lip, a chillingly sensual gesture. "Every effort... is going to be worth it." His gaze lingered on Jungkook, a predatory gleam in his eyes.
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"Come on, wake up, sweetheart. We have work to do... all night," Taehyung purred, his voice laced with a chilling sweetness. The next moment, he splashed the contents of his glass of vine directly into Jungkook's face. Jungkook gasped, his eyes snapping open, but his body remained numb and bound to the chair. His vision swam, the room tilting and blurring. The first thing he saw was Taehyung's crooked, wicked smile. He blinked repeatedly, trying to clear his head, the lingering effects of the chemicals making it difficult to focus. Slowly, he managed to plant his feet on the ground and open his eyes fully. The sight before him was unsettling. A man stood with his back partially turned, clad in a silk, dark red open bathrobe. He held a cigarette between his fingers, the smoke curling around him as he meticulously refilled his glass. Jungkook groaned, his head throbbing. "Argh... my head..." He struggled to speak, his voice broken and disoriented. "Who... who are you?"
