Chapter 49: CRIMSON OBSESSION

 Bound by Blood and Obsession

A dull, aching soreness spread through Jungkook’s body as his senses slowly returned, dragging him from the dark abyss of unconsciousness. The remnants of exhaustion still clung to his limbs, a deep, consuming fatigue that made even breathing feel laborious. His throat was dry, hoarse from the screams and moans that had been forced out of him. His wrists throbbed from the chafing of the cuffs.

And then, he noticed it.

A weight around his neck—tight, snug, possessive.

His body tensed as realization struck him like lightning. He was collared.

Not just any collar. The same one Taehyung wore. A symbol of dominance, of possession. His fingers instinctively moved, but the sound of metal clicking against metal reminded him—he was still restrained. His wrists bound, his ankles loosely shackled, granting him just enough movement to shift but not escape.

A deep chuckle broke the silence.

"Finally awake, baby boy?" Taehyung’s voice was rich with satisfaction, laced with a dangerous sweetness that sent a shiver down Jungkook’s spine.

Jungkook’s lips parted to speak, but Taehyung was already looming over him, his fingers trailing down the curve of his jaw before gripping his chin, forcing him to meet those dark, unrelenting eyes.

"Do you feel it?" Taehyung whispered, tugging lightly at the collar. "The proof that you’re mine?"

Jungkook swallowed hard, his mind clouded with exhaustion and something dangerously close to acceptance. His body betrayed him, reacting to the mere presence of Taehyung. The soreness between his legs was evidence of how thoroughly he had been used, how many times he had been denied, teased, broken down into a writhing mess.

Taehyung’s smirk widened. "You look perfect like this." He leaned in, lips brushing over the fresh marks littering Jungkook’s skin, some still raw from his teeth. "Bruised, exhausted, unable to resist me… and still, so fucking beautiful."

Jungkook gritted his teeth, trying to summon the anger, the defiance he always prided himself on. But it was hard when his body refused to deny the pleasure, the sickening desire Taehyung had so easily unearthed within him.

"You—" His words were cut off as Taehyung’s fingers trailed down his chest, his nails scraping lightly, igniting a sharp, tingling sensation that had Jungkook’s body arching involuntarily.

"Say it," Taehyung murmured, his voice almost hypnotic. "Say that you belong to me."

Jungkook’s breathing hitched. His pride battled against the overwhelming pleasure, the suffocating reality that Taehyung had stripped him down to nothing, reduced him to a trembling mess, and yet—

Taehyung smirked at his silence. "That’s okay." His fingers traced the edge of the collar, tightening it just slightly. "You’ll admit it soon enough. And when you do, baby boy, I’ll make sure you never forget it."

The war between them was far from over. But for now, Taehyung had won this battle. And he was going to relish every second of it.

To Be Continued...

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