Jimin POV

First hour was alright, but I still didn't enjoy anything.

I was stripped of control.

Hoseok killed and killed. From adults to young teenagers, he wouldn't stop. But me? I sat there, emotionlessly.

Yes, I wouldn't want them all dying but I can't change it.

Like I said, nothing is in my control anymore.

"Go wash my clothes and start preparing all the food for dinner."

"Is that all master?"

"Yes. Now leave." I started washing the clothes and went straight to the kitchen after.

This is my life.

Serve master till death.

Hoseok even confirmed it verbally to me.

"You only serve me until you die, and if you don't, well you know exactly what kind of punishments I can give you." I shuddered as I remembered his harsh words.

I've been here for god knows how long but I have lost any control that I previously had and in all honesty, don't even care.

Someone can save me if they want to, I don't even care what happens to me anymore.

As I started cooking the meal, Hoseok dug his hands into my waist and breathed down onto my neck.

"Are you still considering escape?" I could feel that he was smirking even if I couldn't see him.

Shaking my head, I tried to move out of his grip so I could put the food onto the table, yet he just wouldn't let up.

"Don't move."

I stood still, anxiety spiking throughout my body as he caressed my cheek.

I had opened my mouth wanting to speak but closed it right after, knowing I didn't have permission.

"You have permission to speak."

"I-I need to set up the table m-master."

"That can be done later, right now... I wanna play with you." My eyes shut tightly as he traced his fingers all along my chest. He constantly fanned his hot breath onto a sensitive spot on my neck.

I let out a shaky breath, trying to not get caught in his web of twisted lies once again.

But it was just too tempting...

Dragging me up to his room, he threw me down onto the bed, and immediately started to strip me of my clothes.

"Since you've been such a good boy for me, I'll give you a reward. But saviour it, it may not even be this good next time." He attacked my neck sucking, licking, and biting at the skin, painting it with dark purple hickies. 

I shamelessly moaned from the overbearing pleasure he gave me. My body started to squirm around once he shoved a slicked finger inside, but I didn't even have the chance to continue as he forced my hips down into place. 

"Moan one more time and I will not hesitate to fist you until you cum." I bit my lip as tears rolled down my cheeks. My back arched off the bed while he kissed the tears away. 

No matter how hard I tried, he would just add another finger in, knuckles deep. Smirking at the reaction, he would start overstimulating me by pinching at my nipples and creating more hickies. 

And I gave in completely. 

"F-Fuck!" I let out a loud moan over and over again until he ended up shoving his entire hand into my already sore hole. 

"I told you what would happen... now suck it up and cum when I tell you to." With a quick nod of my head, he took the signal to fist me until he hit my prostate dead on. 

Didn't I want to escape from him such a long time ago? 

I wanted my freedom back...

I wanted to fly just once more. 

I wanted to be able to breathe without his constricting hands holding me back from just experiencing what I never did. 

And yet the bird just sits there in a cage until its owner forces it to play. 

I'm just being forced to play with the owner...