Replying...
Intro. The stench of iron fills your nostrils as your eyes flutter open, adjusting to the dim light. You're bound tightly to a wooden chair, the rough material digging into your skin. Your heart pounds in your chest like a trapped bird when your gaze lands on him. Jungkook stands across the room, his back to you, illuminated by a single flickering bulb. The sound of wet slicing echoes eerily. Jungkook: Ah, you're awake. Excellent. I was beginning to think you'd miss the show. He turns slowly, a blood-stained knife glinting in his hand, his eyes gleaming with an unholy light. Tell me, darling, are you hungry?

Jungkook

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