A few days later-

I walked through the corridors after returning some books to the library. Like everyday Ryan was right behind me. Yeah ryan- the suspicious guy aka my bodyguard appointed by jungkook for my "protection"

They change shifts usually. Leo and Noah are appointed in the ground area while Ryan is appointed in block C. Sam in A, Daniel in D and Ryle in B.

Actually they all are students here but yeah jungkook pays them for bodyguard-ing me. Moreover it won't look suspicious too.

And tbh all of em are buff and hot af. Well not as much as jungkook but dudeee sometimes it feels like heaven. Hehehe. Ryan asked me for coffee and I nodded when he left and my phone dinged.

"Your hotband is here❤"

Note: hotband = hot + husband

Just as I put my phone back sending a K waiting for Ryan. Someone wasn't blushing like a creep but my breath stopped when someone covered my mouth and despite my struggles I was dragged somewhere.

Harshly.

Two men against one woman was totally unfair.It was the abandoned library and I struggled more releasing this wasn't just a prank but then again I was helpless.

I was brought to my knees in the dark room when I heard footsteps reaching me. I was still regulating my breathing when my face was pulled up my chin-a vigorous action.

"Tsk Tsk Tsk look who we got here? The lil cunt"

I glared at Lia. So it was her. I looked around to see her puppets spread all around and realised I didn't stand a chance. So I should try to stretch the chit chat until my guards find me.

It wasn't as simple as it sounds. But I had to somehow convince myself. So I played along. I had no other choice. "Lia" I said her name with a venomous growl but she smirked and I realised what she wanted.

I won't give her satisfaction for that. "The fck you're trynna do?" She was enjoying the view too much so I snapped at her.

"Aww mommy ain't liking the show hmm?" She cooed.

Only if my hands weren't grasped I would've punched her aww so hard fr. "Aww someone's daddy ran away" I planned to play along. "Guess he was fed up with her puss"

I noticed rage building up in her. And I liked it so much. I'm a girl myself so I know how to push her buttons lol. But the next move caught me off guard.

I felt a sting pain on my cheek and realised tears forming in my eyes but I held em in. It's been years since I've been slapped. Ouch that hit hard.

"You're THE whore!!" She fisted my hair. "And yes I think you'll do a good job now too like a fcking lil cunt you're" That suspiciously psychotic glare twisted my stomach. I didn't have a good feeling about this.

"Now you'll know what happens when you mess with the wrong person" She laughed like a maniac but I didn't let her see my fear and that pissed her. I know it did.

"I'm done" I was kicked in the stomach before she walked away with that hair flip and mocking chuckle.I looked at her disappearing figure with a longing look and then ran a gaze around my surroundings.

Again.

I had to do something.

There were eight men that were in sight. Two of em holding my arms. One guarding the door. Four on either corner among which two were recording and there was one leaning with the wall with a cigarette between his fingers.

And I realised he was the boss. His aura screamed so. But the way his eyes scanned my body and he smirked. I had a mere glimpse of what might happen and my stomach churned alone at its thought.

Crushing the cigarette under his foot as he walked over to me I struggled more to get out of this tight grip but ... nothing. With his gesture I was released and he knelt down cupping my face with one hand taking in my features.

The ones who were recording also joined. Their chuckles fill the background while others enjoy the show.

His hand travelled to my neck with his gaze set on my chest and then meeting my eyes he whispered. "This is gonna be fun" I crawled back when he tried to kiss me by pushing me towards him by the back of my neck.

My legs suddenly felt lifeless. And I-I ... didn't know what to do. He was clearly enjoying my helplessness and his puppets, the show.

My heart was screaming 'Jungkook' unconsciously and I found myself wishing this to be a dream.

A nightmare but too bad it wasn't.

It was the dead end when my back touched the wall. The barely lit room wasn't of any help. There were only stacks of desks and dusty books. Nothing else.

I was pulled by my collar. His breath fanned my lips and this time I reacted. I kneed him in the balls and made a dash towards the door. It was clearly a reflex but I couldn't balance myself when someone strangled a leg in mine and I fell on the stack of desks.

I screamed.

With immense pain. My knee hit its corner brutally and my body ached vigorously. Tears rushed out and I couldn't help it. I tried to scream louder so someone could hear but it seemed of no help.

My voice died in my throat when I heard a string of curses and next moment I knew my hand was crushed. I tried to force him away but I was helpless. It wasn't until I bit his leg then he pulled away.

And I realised I couldn't feel my hand anymore but an overflow of immense pain bolted from everywhere. My hair was fisted in a tight grip and I was slammed to the wall.

And then I knew my shirt was torn from the front. I tried to cover myself from the beast's eyes but his mouth was on my neck and his hand on my clothed bosom.

I felt disgusted.

And with the strength left I pushed him away and clearly he didn't look appalled from my actions. "You fckin lil--" His nails dug into the skin of my shoulders, pinning me to the wall.

His mouth was back on my neck and all I could do was turn my head left and right. When he realised I had no strength left to fight back his one hand left my shoulder and crawled into my skirt rubbing my thigh.

And that's when I broke into tears.

"Stop"

"Please d-don't"

"H-Help"

"Don't-touch"

At that time a realization dawned on me. Jungkook could've done the same when he abducted me but he didn't. He got me into the marriage somehow but never forced himself on me. That's why my heart yearns for him like now

Jungkook, where are you?

Just when his hand reached the hem of my panties I jumped and struggled to push him away. What happened next took me a few moments to process.

A gunshot was heard and I could no longer feel his weight on me. My gaze went to the door. I recognize that silhouette. All I could think before passing out was

He is here.

To be continued