Jungkook ff 21+

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The basement: concrete walls weeping moisture, chains swaying from beams, a lone window spilling sickly moonlight. Y/n lay where he'd ordered her left—a crumpled heap on the filth-crusted mattress.

Her condition was a masterpiece of his men's work: wrists raw and bleeding from rope burns, shackled high to a rusted pipe overhead, arms stretched taut until shoulders screamed. Ankles bound tight with zip ties, cutting purple welts into pale skin. Her dress hung in tatters, one sleeve ripped to expose a shoulder blackened with boot-shaped bruises.

Dried blood crusted her split lip and a gash above her eye, fresh from earlier punches when she'd spat denials. Thighs marred by finger-shaped grips from the initial 'interrogation'—rough hands prying her legs apart, probing for leverage, leaving her sore and sticky with unfulfilled threats. Unconscious now, chest rising shallow, body limp and feverish from the chill, skin clammy, hair tangled with sweat and grime. Broken doll, waiting for his hands.

Three strides closed the gap, floor groaning. No pause. His fingers clamped her upper arm—iron grip sinking into cold flesh already mottled with bruises. He yanked her up, body ripping from the mattress with a sodden scrape, dead weight tumbling across concrete.

Y/n: A strangled cry tore from her parched throat—half-gasp, half-sob—as pain lanced through her. Eyes snapped open, glassy with shock, pupils blown wide in the dim light. "P-please... no..."

Jungkook: He dragged her closer, knee pinning her thigh to the floor, free hand fisting her hair to snap her head back. Exposed throat pulsed under his gaze. "Wake up, princess. Time to sing for Daddy."

His breath ghosted her skin, whiskey-sharp. Doubt? Buried. She was the key. He'd carve it out.

Y/n: Tears spilled hot down bruised cheeks, body shuddering. "I'm not... not his daughter... let me go... hurts..."

She whimpered, legs kicking weakly, zip ties slicing ankles rawer.

Jungkook: Laughter barked low, psychotic glee flashing in his eyes. He backhanded her—crack echoing—lip splitting anew, blood spraying. "Lies. Your father's empire crumbles because of you."

He released her hair, hand diving to his belt, yanking a thin knife free. Blade glinted as he pressed the edge to her collarbone, slicing a shallow line—red blooming instant. She bucked, scream ripping free.

Y/n: "Stop! God, please—I'm Y/n, just Y/n! Not her!"

Sobs choked her, body arching away, fresh cut burning like fire, blood trickling between torn fabric to pool on concrete.

Jungkook: He leaned in, licking the blood trail slow, tongue rough. "Keep denying. Makes breaking you sweeter." Knife trailed lower, nicking the swell of her breast through thin cloth, tearing a shallow gash. Her thrash only ground her into his knee, grinding bruises deeper.

Y/n: Agony blurred vision, chest heaving ragged. "Jungkook... mercy... I'll tell you anything..."

Voice splintered, body limp now, fight draining into exhaustion.

Jungkook: Fingers dug into her jaw, forcing eyes to his—black voids of madness. "You will. Every filthy secret." He twisted the knife tip into her thigh, shallow pierce drawing a bead of crimson. Her scream fed him, cock twitching at the power rush. No belief in innocence. Only vengeance.

He hauled her up by bound wrists, pipe rattling, body dangling like meat. Feet scraped floor uselessly. More cuts planned—slow, precise torture to peel lies away. Her condition worsened by the second: blood loss paling her skin, tremors from pain and cold, spirit cracking under his psycho reign.

Jungkook's shadow loomed over Y/n's naked form crammed into the steel cage, her wrists bound tight behind her back with coarse rope that bit into her skin. The dim bulb overhead cast harsh light on her exposed body—full breasts heaving with panicked breaths, nipples already peaked from the chill air seeping through the compound's bowels. Her thighs spread wide by the cage's narrow confines, pussy lips parted slightly, vulnerable. She twisted futilely, chains rattling softly.

He held the burner close, its blue flame licking the bottom of the small metal pot until the wax inside bubbled and hissed, turning molten crimson. The scent of heated paraffin filled the air, thick and cloying. Jungkook dipped a wooden stick into it, drawing it out coated in a thick, dripping glob. His eyes, black voids of obsession, fixed on her face. 'You're his daughter. Don't lie to me anymore.'

'Please, Jungkook! I'm not! My father's dead, I'm innocent!' Y/n's voice cracked, tears streaming down her cheeks as she jerked against the bonds.

He smirked, cold and predatory. 'Innocent girls don't make my cock hard like this.' He pressed the stick to her left breast, right above the nipple. The first drop hit—splat—scalding her skin. She screamed, body arching as the wax hardened instantly into a burning seal. Pain exploded, a white-hot star blooming across her flesh.

'Fuck! Stop—it burns!' Her cry echoed off the concrete walls.

'Good. Feel it.' He tilted the stick higher, letting a steady stream drip onto her breast, coating the mound in irregular splatters. Each droplet seared on impact, her skin blistering beneath as she thrashed, sweat beading and mixing with tears. The wax cooled fast, cracking as her chest heaved, but the agony lingered, pulsing deep.

He moved to the right breast, circling the nipple deliberately. 'Beg for mercy. Admit who you are.' A fat drop landed square on the sensitive bud—her nipple sizzled audibly under the heat. Y/n's howl tore from her throat, raw and broken. 'Nooo! I swear—ahh, God, it hurts! Take it off!'

Jungkook laughed low, dipping the stick again. 'Not yet.' He poured a line across both breasts, from collarbone to underboob, the wax pooling in her cleavage before hardening into a grotesque shell. Her tits jiggled with each sob, the weight pulling at the raw patches.

Lower now. He traced the stick down her stomach, drops splattering her navel, her hips. 'Spread wider,' he commanded, kicking her inner thigh. She whimpered, muscles quivering as she obeyed as much as the cage allowed. The first drop hit her inner thigh—scorching trail toward her pussy. 'Truth or more pain?'

'Jungkook, please—I'm not his daughter! Let me go!' Desperation choked her words.

His response: a thick glob directly onto her pussy mound. The heat sank into the soft flesh, her clit twitching involuntarily as blistering fire radiated. She bucked, chains clanking, urine trickling out in terror-mixed shame. 'Fuuuck! Burning—my pussy's burning! Stop!'

He didn't. Methodically, he dripped wax over her labia, coating the outer lips first, then prying them apart with gloved fingers to let droplets fall inside, sizzling against the tender pink. Her folds swelled under the assault, wax sealing them partially, trapping heat. Each drop made her hips jerk, pussy clenching around nothing, arousal betraying her amid the torment—juices mixing with the mess.

'Look at that sloppy cunt weeping. You love it, enemy's spawn.' He finished with a flourish, pouring the last wax onto her clit hood. Her final scream shattered the air, body convulsing in the cage as orgasmic pain ripped through her core.

Jungkook tossed the empty pot aside, wiping his hands. 'Think on that while I'm gone.' He turned, boots echoing as the door hissed shut, leaving her panting, wax-crusted and broken, hope a faint splinter amid the throbe.

(He leaves her alone once again in that cage)

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