Sickly Tyrannical Love~ (Taekook)
PROLOGUE
WELCOME MY LOVELY AND FLUFFY POTATO'S~
I'M HERE YET WITH ANOTHER CHINESE NOVEL ADAPTION~
OF COURSE WITH TAEKOOK VERSION ONLY~
BUT I THINK MOST OF U WON'T LIKE OR BE COMFORTABLE WITH IT BCZ OF THE STORY CONCEPT~
COZ IT CONTAINS R@PE, STOCKHOLM SYNDROME, PSYCHOLOGICAL TRAUMA, POSSESSIVE AND OBSESSION~
I HOPE U WILL READ ONLY ONCE UR COMFORTABLE WITH IT~
AND BE PATIENT THROUGH OUT THE JOURNEY~
The room wasn't dim, so I could clearly see the streaks of knife marks he drew on my body. The skin surrounding the scars was split on both sides, revealing the tender inner muscles, with miniscule beads of blood seeping through, embellishing the pale white skin. He said, this kind of scene is so beautiful he can't control himself.
But I think he's never had self control over my body, the bruising on my face and body clearly shows the amount of tyrannical abuse I've beared....
I can't escape. There's no reason to why I can't. Only because a year ago, he tore apart my achilles tendon, taking away my ability to run and walk. The me now, can only slowly walk for a very short distance. Inside this room, reserved for the mafia boss of the highest rank in the mafia headquarters, no one can save me. I... can't save him either....
He's sick, with an incurable sickness, because in his eyes, love equals violence, which equals hurt.
Jeon Jungkook
You're so beautiful Taehyung
He says. He then opens up my legs, smiling as he feels the imprinted words "Jeon Jungkook " on the inner parts of my thigh. He looks into my eyes with satisfaction and says.
Jeon Jungkook
You are my item
After that, he just e*ters me as if it's the most obvious thing to do.
At the same time, sharp canine teeth bite into my shoulder, I smell the odour of fresh blood, I hear the sound of blood flowing and skin splitting... I tell myself, that that is his way of expressing love. The thing in front of my eyes is shaking, this is a room I can't escape from. It's surprisingly big, astonishingly gorgeous, frighteningly empty....
How long have I been locked in here? It's probably been a very long time. I've long forgotten the specifics.....
Jeon Jungkook
Taehyung, Taehyung.....
He presses himself into me, excitingly calling my name, while the knife in his hand once again cuts into my already broken body, leaving trails of blood. He likes it like this, likes to abuse my body, to leave his marks on my body....
Just like how the seal he personally branded on my leg, is his name: Jeon Jungkook.
I gently hug his head of black hair, and gently say my words in a hoarse and ugly voice. It's been too long since I've talked.
Jeon Jungkook
I've destroyed you....
I know, he's the one who destroyed my body which couldn't be deemed beautiful originally. He's the one who destroyed my life that wasn't brilliant to begin with.
If I hadn't picked you up from the garbage heap back then. If I hadn't discovered the countless scars on your body back then. If I hadn't said those kinds of words back then. If I had let you pick up that call back then, would none of this have happened?
Our encounter is too dramatic, our ending is too dark, Jungkook, Jungkook.....
Tears fall from my eyes, onto the black bed sheets, creating pools and pools of water.
In the end, I can't save you....
If that's the case, then let us bear this sickly tyrannical love together. It's okay. If it's destroyed, then destroyed it shall be. I don't feel distressed.
My name is Kim Taehyung, his name is Jeon Jungkook. Our love is sick and tyrannical, it's incomprehensible to the world.
Author
Damn-the story is really dark and tyrannical 😳
Author
well don't leave any extreme level comments Potato's
Author
it's Just a story so plz don't take it to extreme and blurs the nonsense without thinking-
Author
coz I don't want to see anyone stupid a** here who talks nonsense to me without thinking
CHAPTER。{⁰¹}
My name is Kim Taehyung, I live in City Liu. My mother divorced and remarried. After giving me a sum of money, she abandoned me and left City Liu with that man, probably to enjoy her so called 'love' ba.
Then there's me: A 29 year old man who doesn't have a girlfriend, someone who's truly an idler. My life is on a shoestring. One may as well say that I don't have a penny to my name. All I have is a house that could be said to have a location within the city area. The only thing the person who abandoned me left me with that could be considered to be worth some money, is this house.
But it's not worth much money now. It can only merely shelter me, a person who's good for nothing.
Forced by life, I begin to work. A full grown man working as a mental health instructor at a primary school. To be honest, is just a rice weevil (T/N: a lazy person), someone who's got nothing better to do.
This job was actually given to me as a chance at survival by the man who took away the person who is as incompetent as my mother.
The price to pay wasn't him taking away my charming mom, but because he used my body. A man who likes to forcefully enjoy another man's body. I don't believe he'll bring my s*ductively charming mom any kind of good life.....
I also definitely don't believe my mom is sincere towards that man. She only fancies the power and money, humph. There's no need to pretend to be in love, what a joke.
I sigh, look at the spacious room, and start to daydream while caressing the book on the table that still doesn't have a single word written on it up to date. Will life really continue to be forever this lonely?
After school time, it begins to rain. I didn't bring an umbrella, yet I still walk into the huge summer rainstorm at a slow and leisurely pace.
When I walk into the curtain of rain, I hear the female teachers behind me whispering.
"Did you see? It's him, the mental health counselor who got in through connections."
"What do you mean? ah, isn't he pretty handsome?"
"You don't know? He's mentally abnormal himself, yet he's actually a mental health counselor. Plus, why would a primary school need a mental health counselor f any sort?"
"That's true. But he actually doesn't get an umbrella and just plans to go home like this?"
"That's why he's said to be mentally abnormal."
"Isn't it a bit harsh to say that about him just based on that...?"
"You seriously don't know? He s*duced his step-father in the past. It was after that his mom decided to abandon him...."
"What?! Gay! How disgusting. Does he have no shame at all....?"
I pick my ears and look back at the two female teachers under the shelter while I'm still standing in the middle of the rain. They seemed to have noticed me and immediately stopped talking, looking at their phones with concentrated looks on
their faces.
I turn my head back around and slowly walk towards the school entrance.
Oh... So that's how the rumours have spread......
Why is it that I'm the one who s*duced him? So being drugged and r*ped has somehow turned into me using acts of s*duction?
CHAPTER。{⁰²}
Then where are so many QJ cases (T/N: R*pe cases) coming from in my Great Heavenly Empire? What a joke. Now that I think about it, my girlfriend broke up with me because she heard these kinds of rumours when she came to the school to see me....
How pitiful. To have gotten a disgusting boyfriend like me, it seems like that slap on the face wasn't for nothing.
Clearly in the past, she even hugged my arm and said we'll always be together, saying stuff like how she doesn't care about my past. Fcking hell, women are so good at fcking deceiving people. Oh.....
My 'great' mom is too....
That clever mouth of hers forcefully pushed all the sins onto her own son, as if she's really one of the rare good moms that exist in the world.
I ignore all kinds of curious and dodgeful looks in the private school. In the heavy rain, with my hands tucked into the pockets of my jeans, I walk out of the school entrance like a ghost, towards the house I live in....
Raindrops constantly fall onto my body, my ears full of *pitter patter* sounds. A few strands of overly long hair stick to my forehead. The raindrops go down the path of my hair into my eyes which feels extra prickly painful. The clothes on my body tightly stick my skin. It's even starting to become difficult to move. That's why I'm walking slower than normal, and other people's line of sight also become scorching hot...
If I'm abnormal, then so be it. After being pressed beneath the body of that man with no ability to fight back; after being slapped in the face and cursed at for being a bitch by my mother; after being slapped in the face and cursed at for being disgusting by my girlfriend... The term abnormal to me is already a commendatory term, because at least being abnormal is a type of disease. It's merely just a disease that can't be accepted by the world.
When I walk home, I will normally walk down a dark and stinky, small alley. Not because it's the closest route to my house, but just because I'm abnormal.
And here, is where I met another abnormal.
He sat next to the garbage pile, with his head hung down and buried between his two legs. A juvenile wearing a white shirt.
His clothes are very dirty and blood can faintly be seen. There are traces of scrapes on both his hands. Ha... Looks like he's someone who lost a fight and ran off.
Maybe it's because of the sympathy generated from being able to meet someone like me, someone without an umbrella in this heavy rain, that I stood in front of him and called out.
The juvenile lifts his head, a pair of wild, black eyes frighten me in that instant. How to describe those pair of beautiful black eyes?
Probably like those of a leopard ba.....
But the wildness just then was almost like it was my hallucination, when I look at his eyes again, all I can see is a huge pair of beautiful eyes, slender eyelashes, full red lips. His face is very exquisite and just like me, his overly long black hair is stuck to his forehead. The corner of his lips, flowing with blood, opens and says to me.
.........
Hey, do you want to adopt me?
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