Content Warning:

- This story is a taekook bl fanfiction

- It contains themes of excessive yandere behavior, obsessive and possessive relationships, and toxicity.

- The story includes abusive content and depicts a highly toxic dysfunctional relationship.

- It explores a fictional scenario involving kidnapping and power dynamics.

- This is a work of fanfiction (ff), based on fictional characters and scenarios unrelated to real-life events .

- All character names, descriptions, and actions are purely for entertainment purposes and do not reflect real individuals or any events.

- Respect for privacy: Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and unintended I've no intention to hurt anyone .

- Reader discretion is hight advised due to sensitive content overhead . If these themes are even slightly triggering or uncomfortable for you, please consider avoiding this story.

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I woke just up with such a terrible throbbing and heavy headache that I felt like my body was aching from Every part every corner as if someone had tied me in the same position for hours and hours.

I somehow managed to open my tired eyes, and my heart stopped—where the hell am I ! This isn't my room for sure.

I felt scared. I remember very well that last night I just went to sleep soundlessly. When did this even happen? And now I not get to know about this ! Was I kidnapped? If so,then just why? I don't remember getting into any trouble before. And When did anyone bring me here? I remember sleeping on my bed last night.

I was deep in my own deep thought when I felt a sudden light on my face from a door creaking. I looked over and saw a very tall about well-built man, muscular ,As I saw him, I shouted at him not carrying about my throat, "Who the fuck are you bastard ! ?"

As I shouted with all the energy left in my body, suddenly he slapped me very harshly. Tears started building up in my eyes no one ever raise their voice at me . I closed my eyes and then looked around to see who was there and where I was.

I carefully start to looked around very carefully. I was surrounded by many very built muscular mens who had rifle filled with bullets in their hard hands. They all looked very scary and cold . My eyes were filled with fear as I looked at the man who had slapped just me . Before I could ask him any questions, he grIpped my chin harshly and forced me, to meet his eyes dead eyes. He towered over me, I can assure he must be at least 6'2", very muscular, and his jawline was sharp enough to cut glass smoothly. His eyes showed anger, lust, and desire. He dirtily smirked at me.

I stared at his soul and asked how he was and why I was there. He bent down to my ear and whispered in a very husky voice, "Your future husband, baby boy."

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Your future husband, baby boy ." I hear those words from the man's voice. What the hell is happening? Who is he? What's he want from me? What the hell is going on? I'm 100% sure I was sleeping in my home, in my room, on my bed. Now, how did I end up here? Who are all these people? Are they some kind of mafia? Where am I? Why is it so dark?

Suddenly, the person standing in front of me straightens his posture and says, "send him to my private chamber and make him ready properly. You'll be getting another master to follow beside me. I'll marry him today." Everyone standing with weapons bows to him.

Who the fuck is he Why am I not struggling? I feel something poke behind my neck, like an ant bite. Fuck, a syringe!

The next moment I wake up, I find myself in a beautiful white suit with white flowers attached to it making it fit in my body very sexy .

I'm alone, but the room is terrifying-too terrifying. There's a skull on the fucking wall.

Shit, I need to get out of here. I try the door, and to my surprise, it's unlocked. Yes, my luck is on my side !

I run, my heart pounding in my chest. It's been half an hour, and I just noticed I've passed that same room door for the fifth time. Fuck, I'm in a maze. I suddenly notice a window. Rushing over, I look outside, and the only thought that comes to my mind is: I'm fucked up. Where the hell am I?

At first I think I'm in some apartment room, but no! I'm in the middle of a fucking jungle. Please, someone help me. I want to shout, but who would hear me? The longer I look, the more I see nothing but dense, dark forest closing in around me. It's as if the trees are swallowing me whole. My heart pounds in my chest as panic sets in. How did I get here? Where am I?

As I stumble through the underbrush, the reality of my situation crashes down on me. The forest is so thick, so impenetrable, that it's almost suffocating. The air is heavy with the scent of earth and decay. Each step feels like wading through a nightmare, the foliage tangling around my legs like grasping hands. The shadows stretch long and menacing, obscuring any semblance of a path.

Fear claws at my throat, threatening to choke me. I'm lost in an endless sea of green, with no landmarks, no signs of civilization. The silence is oppressive, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves or the distant call of a bird. Every sound makes me jump, my mind conjuring images of wild animals lurking just out of sight, ready to pounce. If I even manage to escape this maze of trees, I'm sure I'll be devoured by something lurking in the shadows.

cold sweat breaks out on my forehead as I realize just how dire my situation is. The thought that I might never find my way out sends a shiver down my spine. I want to scream for help, but the rational part of my mind knows it's useless. Even if someone could hear me, who would come? And would they be friend or foe?

My breath comes in ragged gasps as I push forward, branches scratching at my face and arms. The fear is overwhelming, a living thing that gnaws at my insides. They're all crazy. I don't know who these people are or what they want from me, but they're completely unhinged. This place, this jungle, is a manifestation of their madness.

I have to get out. I have to find a way back to sanity, back to safety

I'm on my own, trying to find my way through this nightmare, when suddenly someone grabs my hair from behind harshly. I try to fight back, but they pull harder, making me hiss in pain. I have no idea where they're taking me, but they throw me to the floor. As I look up, I see a pair of boots-hella shiny black and expensive-and I can see my fucking face reflected in them completely.

Suddenly, I hear a *gunshot, * loud and piercing, followed by a deadly ears tearing scream from behind me.

Suddenly, I hear a gunshot, loud and piercing, followed by a scream from behind me. The sound echoes in the dark, empty hallway, sending a shiver down my spine.

As I look back, I see the same man who had thrown me to the floor by my hair now lying in a pool of blood. His eyes are wide open, lifeless, staring into the void. The metallic scent of blood fills the air, making me feel nauseous.

Above him stands another man, his face twisted with rage, holding a smoking gun. He shouts in a dark, chilling voice, "How dare you touch my property and throw him in front of me?" His words hang in the air, thick with menace. The other guards shrink back, their faces pale with fear.

His gaze shifts to another guard, who is on the verge of peeing himself from terror. The man's voice drops to a deadly whisper, "Throw him out the window to my pets' they must be hungry ." The words are almost lost in the silence that follows, but their meaning is clear and horrifying.

A couple of guards step forward, their movements stiff with fear. They grab the terrified man, who struggles and pleads for mercy, but his cries fall on deaf ears. With a swift, brutal motion, they hurl him out the window. His scream, loud and ear-piercing, reverberates through the night, only to be abruptly cut off.

Silence descends once more, even more oppressive than before. The man with the gun looks down at me, his eyes cold and devoid of any humanity. "Remember this," he says softly, "This is what happens to those who mistreat what's mine ." His words are like ice, freezing me to my core.

The man above me, in his expensive black coat, grabs my arm and forces me to stand. I recognize him-he's the same person who slapped me in the basement, his cruel eyes and twisted smile etched into my memory. The room is filled with people, their faces obscured by shadows, the dim light casting eerie patterns on the beautifully decorated walls. The opulence of the place contrasts sharply with the darkness that hangs over it.

He smirks and says, "Let's go, darling. His voice drips with a sinister undertone. I try to pull away, but the fury in his eyes makes my blood run cold. His grip tightens painfully around my wrist, and he drags me towards a stage at the center of the room. Addressing everyone present, he announces with a chilling tone, "He is my property. I'm going to marry him tonight." His words echo in the silence, and a murmur runs through the crowd, a mix of shock and twisted excitement. The room seems to close in around me, the weight of my fate pressing down on me.

The man's smirk grows wider, his eyes

gleaming with a dark satisfaction. "This is a night none of you will forget," he declares, his voice filled with a menacing promise.

his voice filled with a menacing promise. My heart pounds in my chest as I feel the noose of my fate tightening around me.

Then, in a grotesque display of power and wealth, he pulls out a wad of dollar bills and begins throwing them into the crowd like he's scattering water. The bills flutter down, catching the dim light, and the guests scramble to catch them, their faces twisted with greed and desperation.

The sight makes my stomach churn. As the money rains down, the man looks at me with a twisted smile,

My eyes widen in horror. How is this happen ? And, most importantly, why?

His grip tightens around my waist as I struggle to break free, my heart pounding in my chest. He drags me through the room, the crowd's murmurs growing louder, to another man who pulis out a form. The man holding me signs it quickly and looks at me with eyes that gleam with malice, saying, Sign it.

I manage to ask, "What paper is this?" My voice trembles, a mix of fear and desperation.

"Marriage papers, darling," he replies with a sinister smile, his voice dripping with mock affection.

"I'm not going to sign it, I protest, my voice shaking but defiant. His smile fades, replaced by a cold, fake one. "Don't be silly, my love. Sign it." His

tone is icy, the menace clear in his words. When I push him away, he slaps me harshly, the force of the blow leaving his handprint on my cheek. The pain is sharp, but the humiliation is worse. Tears well up in my eyes, but he shows no mercy. He yanks my hair viciously, pulling my head back so I have no choice but to look into his cruel eyes. "Sign it before I do something here in front of our guards and lawyer," he growls, his voice low and Threatening. The threat hangs in the air, heavy and undeniable.

I still refuse. His smirk returns as he grabs my hand and bends my fingers at an ugly angle. The pain is excruciating; if he applies more pressure, my bones will break. "Sign it," he demands again, his voice a deadly whisper.

The lawyer takes something out of his

pocket, and the man holding me smirks,

forcing my thumb onto the ink pad. The ink is cold and sticky against my skin. He presses my thumbprint onto the marriage. papers with brutal force, sealing my fate against my will. The sensation of the ink drying on my skin is a grim reminder of my helplessness

His face lights up with a manic smile.

"Finally, we are married, my love now your both illegally or legally mine . His eyes glint with a twisted satisfaction, a dark triumph that sends a chill down my spine. The crowd erupts in applause, their faces twisted in grotesque delight at the spectacle.

I feel a wave of despair wash over me, the reality of my situation sinking in. Trapped, humiliated, and powerless, I stand there as the man revels in his victory, his grip on me tightening as if to assert his control.

his breath hot and rank. "You belong to me now. Every breath you take, every move you make, it's all mine. Try to run, try to fight, and I'll break you in ways you can't even imagine. Your pain, your screams-they'll be my lullaby