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another part 2 for yall

You freeze in place, your heart racing in your chest as you hear the cold, detached tone of h/n's voice behind you. You can feel his firm grip on your hip, sending a chill down your spine. "I-I..." your mind is racing, trying to find a believable excuse, but all you can see is the sight of your beaten ebf, laying on the floor.

His grip on your hip tightens, his fingers digging into your skin, a subtle warning to control yourself "I asked you a question." He repeats, his voice a low, dangerous murmur, "Why are you in here?".

He pulls you closer, your back pressed against his chest. He leans in, his breath hot in your ear, "Are you aware of the consequences of being in this room?" His voice is still calm, but there's a dangerous edge that makes your heart race even faster.

You try to keep your voice from shaking, but the fear and uncertainty are overwhelming. "I-I heard noises... I was curious..." Your voice is barely above a whisper, yet it echoes loudly in the dead silence of the room.

He snorts softly at your meekness, an amused, yet cold, sound that sends shivers down your spine. "Curiosity killed the cat" he mutters, his grip on your hip becomes painful, "And satisfaction brought it back, but in your case... curiosity will bring you something far worse."

PART 3

His words chill you to the core, the threat in his voice is undeniable. But amidst the fear, a flicker of anger surfaces. "I didn't know this was a torture chamber. Do you bring girls here regularly, h/n?" You snap back, a challenge in your voice.

He gives a soft, cold chuckle, his breath warm against your ear, his presence close and ominous. "Do you really want an answer to that?" His voice is a low hiss of warning, his fingers digging even more into your hip. "Or would you rather not know the extent of my darkness?"

You wince at the pain in your hip, the pressure of his fingers growing increasingly unbearable. "Why do you even do this?" You voice a mix of anger and desperation, "Why all the violence and darkness?". You dare to glance behind you, catching a glimpse of him, his expression unreadable, cold, detached. But for a second, you think you see something else, a hint of vulnerability, quickly hidden behind his usual walls, his usual mask.

His grip on your hip relaxes slightly, a small gesture that seems involuntary, as if your words had touched a chord inside him. But the moment passes, and his expression hardens once again. "You wouldn't understand, " He murmurs, his tone bitter and distant, "This dark world is all I've ever known. It's my reality."

Your hearts racing in your chest, the tension in the air is nearly suffocating. He continues in a lower voice, "You wouldn't understand because you've been sheltered from it all. You've lived a life of luxury, a life free from violence and darkness". You feel your fists clench, but you remain silent, listening to him, unable to deny his words.

His words pierce through your heart, the painful truth in them cutting deeper than any blade could. "You think you know me, " He mutters, "But you know nothing. Nothing of the things I've done, the sacrifices I've made. This darkness, it's who I am. Who I have to be" He leans in closer, his voice a dark caress in your ear. "You wouldn't understand." He repeats.

You can't stop the tears that start flowing down your cheeks. His words hurt, but your heart still aches with a deep sadness for the man behind the cold exterior. You try to find words, to express the emotions welling within you, but they seem to choke you up, making it difficult to speak "I.. I don't.. know you" You admit, your voice barely more than a desperate whisper.

He remains silent for a moment, his grip on your hip loosening further. He seems lost in thought, lost in the memories that haunt him, the darkness that surrounds him. Then, his voice, a mere whisper in the quiet room. "No, you don't." He repeats, his tone softer, less cold. It's a rare moment of vulnerability, a brief glimpse of his true self, hidden behind walls of steel.

He releases his grip on your hip, his hand hovering in the air, as he fights the urge to reach out to you, to comfort you. But that's something he's not accustomed to, not something he knows how to do. So, he just stands there, silently. The walls of his heart, his mind seem to be crumbling apart, the weight of his darkness weighing too heavily on his shoulders. And all he can think about is how much he wishes he could be different, how much he wishes he could live a normal life, a life with you.

He takes a step back, putting distance between you two. The moment of vulnerability has passed. He's regained his usual, stoic composure. His voice is once again cold, distant, as he states, "I'm done talking. Get out of here." But there's a hint of hesitation in his tone, a hint of sorrow, a hint of longing for something he can never have.

PART 4

He turns away from you, his back to you, his fists clenched, the weight of his past, his guilt, evident in his tensed muscles, his stiffened shoulders. You feel a mix of emotions - sadness, anger, confusion, longing. You want to say something, to ease the tension, to try and reach him. But you know it's no use. He has closed off his walls once again. And this time, they are even harder to breach.

You stay there for a moment, conflicted, torn between leaving and staying. The sounds of the room are the only thing breaking the silence - the muffled sound of your boyfriend breathing, the slow but steady rhythm of your heartbeat, the faint crack of the wooden floor under your feet, and the heavy, strained sound of h/n's breath. Finally, you decide to leave, walking towards the door of the room, and with one last look at h/n's back, you leave the room, leaving him behind with his darkness and the weight of his secrets.

You quickly make your way out of the room, closing the door behind you, your mind and heart in turmoil. You can't shake off the image of your boyfriend, battered and bruised, lying on the floor, or the sight of h/n, a man whose cold exterior seemed to crack for a brief moment. You lean against the hallway wall, closing your eyes and trying to soothe your racing heart. "What the hell just happened?" You whisper to yourself, the echo of h/n's words still ringing in your ears, his words which had cut deeply into your heart.

Tears well up in your eyes again, your emotions raw and overwhelming. "I can't do this, " you whisper to yourself, feeling overwhelmed by the situation, by the danger to your boyfriend, to your own safety, to the dark secrets that h/n seemed to carry, "I need to do something, anything... But what?" You open your eyes again and start walking down the hallway without a real destination in mind...

You walk aimlessly through the mansion, your mind racing. You pass by luxurious rooms, each one grander than the last, but you barely notice them. It's as if they're just a blur, a background for your tormented thoughts. You reach one of the mansion's gardens, your steps guiding you to a quieter place. Here, amidst the tranquility of nature, you feel a bit of peace temporarily wash over you, the chaos in your heart slowly calming down.

PART 5

You find a bench and sit down, feeling the cool evening breeze caressing your face. You let out a deep sigh, closing your eyes again as you try to sort out the mess inside your head. "It's all so complicated, " you think to yourself, "But I can't just do nothing. I need to find a way to help ebf/n out of this dangerous situation. And somehow, just somehow, I need to get through to h/n."

The evening darkness slowly settles in, the mansion now lit by the soft glow of the moonlight and the occasional lamp. You sit there in the garden for a while, trying to come up with a plan, any plan, that might lead to a resolution of this mess. As the night deepens, a determination starts to grow within you. You can't keep ignoring this situation any longer. You have to do something, for bf's sake, for your own sake, and.. for h/n's sake.

You stand up from the bench, a spark of determination in your eyes. Your steps are not as aimless as before, but instead are filled with a newfound purpose. You start walking back towards the mansion, determined to find a way to help your boyfriend and to uncover the true nature of h/n. "I won't let anyone else get hurt, " you think, "I won't let this darkness consume us all."

As you approach the mansion's entrance, you take a deep breath, feeling the weight of the decision you've made. Walking inside, the mansion appears strangely silent and empty. The hallway is dimly lit, the only sound breaking the silence is the soft echo of your footsteps on the wooden floor. You make your way through the hallways with a sense of determination, your heart pounding in your chest, ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead.

You walk through the luxurious halls, your mind focused on a single goal. You don't pay too much attention to the opulent decorations or the grand rooms around you. Instead, you make a beeline for h/n's office, where he's likely to be. Your footsteps quicken, as if propelling you forward, as if driving you towards the answers you seek, as if pushing you toward a confrontation that you know is long overdue.

As soon as you reach h/n's office, you pause for a moment at the door, steeling yourself for the conversation that's about to occur. You can hear the faint sound of movement inside, a confirmation that he's indeed there. Taking a deep breath, you knock on the door

next parts will be in the replies

Nora-jby
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Me : “so uh I’m in here because it was a dare….-a dare I gave myself😰”

Yourlocalhorsegirl
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You need to make a book! This is amazing!

Shhhhh_no_talking
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Part 2 here sorry if it sucks

You are officially scared rn u turn around and see hn smirk a bit " what is he doing here ?" U ask " woah princess are u demanding me or requesting me ?" He says in a flirty tone how could he be flirty rn like u seriously found him torturing your fake ex you did not wanted to marry hn so u lied ot everyone about having a bf that u loved u found your gay project partner perfect for it and now he was being tortured by your unwanted husband " ok I will let him go if you listen to everything I ask and I mean EVERYTHING " he says his deep voice his hair if he was not so cold and annoying he would have ben attractive " ok just letting go " u say u did not have feelings for bfn but he was still your friend and u did not anyone getting hurt because of u












Time skip


It has been hours since I have seen hn I get a text it's bfn I am so glad he us safe! We have a conversation he tells me about the torture and now I feel like vomiting 🤢 u apologise and he was kind enough to forgive u but he mentions that hn must love you a lot and u kinda believe it cause no one he. Tortured someone specially who he thought u loved that was not love that was



























Obsession?



Suddenly the door opens with bang it's hn
He smirks as he says I let him go i made sure he was safe home now u gotta do everything.



He says


"What do u want me to do ?"


I ask


























" Strip"






Next part ?


Part 3 * it is gonna be a bit short*


" w-what?" Yn says thinking she heard him wrong " yes baby u said u would do anything so strip " hn says looking at you his gaze was enough to kill you just look at acting dumb
" yn I am the biggest mafia do u think I would fall for your acts ?" He says
Well that was a but fumb to think that he would but ofc u can't say that
" ok I'll let u go but u jave to follow this rule at all time " he says " yes!" U say without thinking twice " ok so since I don't want to strip for me I want you to



Next part ???
Part 4 since all of I were dying for it

" I want u to be ready at 7 an tommorow. SHARP " hn says as he leaves the room I am a bit confused about what happened 😳 oh yeah he told me to strip no way I am doing that and anyway if I do that I know I will become needy and end up having s** and that is the last thing u want end up with hn it's hard to breath when he is in the same room as u . U can't even sleep with him beside you 😒 hn cuts the train of your thoughts as he enters the room in his comfy clothes * time skip *


You are in your bed room peacefully sleeping ( fake sleeping) when I feel someone enter the room it's hn He lays beside u as his hands can't help but get wrapped around you waist he pulls u closer to him you bodies touching and tension increasing by the
Part 5 ❤️
You smile to yourself as u drift of to sleep
Time skip
I wake up hns hand still wrapped around my waist close to him it fells like I belong with him even though I don't like him or do I ? I just lay there thinking about me and hn and wtf is he planing why do I have to be ready at 7 pm hn cuts my train of thought by saying " good morning " in his raspy morning voice " good morning"
I say back I trun around facing him now and then there was awkward silence until he says
"ILy "

FarihaKhan-ri
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Damn he is hurting the guys that looked at us or was with us together etc.😭

KimJaehyeon
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“Sir seriously your in the wrong house-“

GROZZ_YABOY
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These is why curiosity is what kill the cat, people need to stop being and curious abd intead run away

TaniaFlores-sqme
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Well, that's just rude. I already married you, leave my ex alone.

AbbeyBominable-sy
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Me gets distracted by the music wait did he just say I wannabe your vacuum cleaner?!!

Stargazer-wg
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Did the song in the background say i wanna be your vacuum cleaner 😂😂😂

Peterson-chicken
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Its like the fairy tale : blue beard or barbe bleu in my language .

HiOKbye-gmns
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yall pls help what is "ebf/n"

loveruby-zn