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...
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Taehyung turned, tilted his head with a wry smile, and leaned across the table, weaving slightly. He greeted, "Oh, annyeong." Jungkook felt a throbbing sensation in his head and squeezed his eyes shut. He uttered, in a trembling voice, "Ah... am I dreaming? This can't be true."
Taehyung leaned down, whispering near his earlobe, "No! You're not dreaming, you asshole. Open your eyes wide and look." That deep voice sent goosebumps all over his body. He gulped when he felt warm, alcoholic breath near his nape. He silently prayed, "Oh god, please, not that pervert again." He took a breath before daring to look with his eyes slightly open, but when his eyes met Taehyung's directly, his mouth and eyes dropped open. He cursed, "Fuck. Mr. Kim... you?! Why are you with me?" He was struggling to free himself. "What the hell? Where am I?" He suddenly remembered, "Jennie. Where is she? Mr. Kim, why are you with me? Where is Jennie?"
Taehyung answered coldly, "Argh, that slut is the first thing you thought of after waking up. It's kinda unfair." He asked rigidly, "Mr. Kim, where is she? Is she safe? What did you do with her? I swear, I'll kill you if anything happens to her."
"Why are you so worried about her?" "Isn't it obvious? She's my girlfriend. How can you say that?
Taehyungchuckled, "Girlfriend... my foot." He raised his eyebrow warningly, "Keep this in mind. My eyes caught you. So, you're not allowed to be with anyone else. Don't make me repeat myself."
"What nonsense? Who the fuck are you to allow me?" His question made him revert back to his wolf persona, making his existence even more dreadful. "Try me, and you'll see what hell looks like." The room suddenly filled with an ominous feeling. Jungkook could sense it. He licked his lips as his raspy voice made his throat dry. A phone ringing broke the eye contact between them. Taehyung picked it up, showed him the screen, saying, "Speak of the witch." He shouted, "I'll kill this bitch. She's calling you for the 30th time. I never understood why girls are so impatient."
"Mr. Kim, let me talk to her. She must be worried." He smirked, "Then let her suffer." And deliberately switched off his phone.
"Mr. Kim, it's not funny at all. Untie me... right now." He laughed, saying, "If I had to let you go that easily, then why would I bring you here, you idiot?"
Jungkook asked irritably, "Will you tell me why I am with you and why I am in this condition?"
"Oh, that's a good question. You're with me because that's what I wanted, and you're in this situation because you never listen to me, simple isn't it, Jeon?" Jungkook was struggling to untie himself. "Stop resisting, will you?"
Jungkook yelled, "Mister Kim! I said, let... go... of me!" He grabbed his face harshly, more warningly, "Hey, lower your tone. You're not in a position to raise your voice." And jerked his face violently, causing a jolt in his neck.
