Ch 61 | Morto

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Ch 61 | Morto

Step 2: Don't fall through the lies
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One moment I was in the car, and the other moment a man in black forcefully puts a cloth over my nose, making the drug take its effect. Yet all this time —my child, I thought of my baby in my stomach.

After it felt like years... I managed to get my consciousness back.

My eyes struggled to open, and the noise went like a buzz. Below there is such a commotion, I can tell by their silhouettes that they're highly agitated.

The heat from my body is rapidly leaching into the night air, my muscles are stiff from staying still so long but as soon as my eyes snapped open I couldn't move. Panic shot over me —my breathing accelerated.

I was chained on a chair, a chair in the middle of a massive building block. There was no soul nor a single sound was made, the people I've imagined to be here —were nowhere in sight. This realization made me panic even more.

"H-hello?" I called, biting my lips.

"Where am I?" I whispered scared.

I felt like crying at this moment.

I struggled for a few moments, looking at my stomach in a pained expression. Thank god nothing happened to the baby. I didn't have my phone nor my bag with me. I was emptied out of any equipment.

"Hello?" I called one more time, I was frightened. There was no light coming in the big garage-like storage.

A sadistic laugh made its way to my ears, my head snapped to the direction of the noise. Footsteps approached, slowly and prudent.

It sent a burning sear of fright through my clenching heart; I was afraid.

"H-hello, who is t-this?" I stuttered gulping down my dried up throat.

"Hello, dearie!" An old man came to sight, he giggled maniacally smiling at me.

Something about him did not seem right, he did not look stable. It frightened me even more. I hope Jungkook will fine me. Will he?

"How much fun did you have on the 8-hour journey?" He asked, grinning as he pointed at a man to come forth.

I can't believe they kidnapped me out of Seoul! This is so much worse than I've thought.

"P-please let me go" I whispered, my statement only made him chuckle.

His eyes formed into a crescent shape, reminding me of Jimin. I can't believe that the poor boy has been growing up under the roof of a sociopath. His wore a sats of gloves, I noticed one hand, held a tiny white container.

He noticed me staring and smirked even more.

"This sweetie, you'll have it a while later. After a long journey, I'm sure you want to rest for a while. It's already 9" he laughed sadistically making me struggle to keep my panic attack in place.

Where am I?

Jungkookie...


•••


Jungkook gritted his teeth, instantly grabbing an officer's collar and pushed him, hard against the wall —his burning green eyes settled with darkness and ambush. His veins popped defining his muscular ability.

His breathing was low and dangerous, his eyes were cold, a freezing pit of death. He did not feel alive. He felt like killing everyone.

He wanted to destroy everything.

He wanted to rip someone apart, gauge their bloody eyes out, rip their cartilage and squeeze their heart out. He wanted the crimson liquid flowing against his pale skin. He wanted to murder someone so bad.

It's killing him.

"You will find my wife! I don't give a fuck on whatever case you're busy working with. Understood?" he growled dangerously, as the other members did not dare to interfere.

The officer's breathing quickened, the strength of Jungkook's arm tightly pressed against his neck disabled him from breathing properly. Jungkook's strength almost made him blue from his crown to toes.

"S-sir, it's still about Mr. Par—"

"Do you understand!" he yelled squeezing the man's life nearly to death.


"Y-yes sir" the officer hoarsely whispered, gritting his teeth from the pain.

Jungkook released him, as the poor officer held his neck rubbing the pain away as he gasped for breath.

There is no time to waste.


The officers got all the maps and places they've so far discovered of Mr. Park. Every one of those places was abandoned or either on sale, it seemed like Mr. Park was selling the places that are located in the city.

Jungkook being Jungkook, he had installed a tracker on Mirae's ring. He knew it would come useful.

Now they just need to work on installing the location, it took a few moments until they had it. However, it did not seem like the exact location.

"What the hell is this?" a police officer whispered, trying to google maps on the location the ring is. It was a desolated street —out of the city.

Seemed like they left her bags and things just near a beach.

They weren't stupid. Her phone could still have a GPS so they threw her phone in the ocean.

"S-sir, the locatio—"

"You will send every group of police to each location of that bastard's storages. We will go to the location of where the ring is found" Jungkook snapped coldly.

He was not in the mood.

After hours of researching and sending polices to those places, a policewoman called out through a walkie talkie every time one of Mr. Park's hideout has been found empty or left with no traces at all.

The hours of work ate Jungkook's head.

He had wondered if his wife was doing alright.

He felt his heart clench, in a way it dug a hole through his soul. He felt her being scared, he knows how sensitive she is. Knowing that she's so scared made him feel bad, he wanted to kill himself.

Guilt, the absolute cunning emotion that fucked with his feelings.

"Sir, it seems like your wife has been taken outside of Seoul. It would take us 9 hours at the most to reach that place" the policeman, Mr. Juno give out that little info ordering his lowers to get everything ready.

"What the fuck! They took her out of the city—" Jungkook growled angrily, gritting his teeth with such force it boiled his blood. They took his pregnant wife out of the city.

9 hours away.

It was already, 12 in the morning. Darkness illuded outside just as it did in Jungkook.





I screamed feeling a boiling warmth hitting against my chilled skin. A few people laughed enjoying my pain. They found an enjoyment splashing my face with boiling hot water.

I knew my skin turned red, I felt a hissing burn.

"Don't worry we won't touch you," I heard the man's voice "I just want you to feel the pain I felt when my company was tarnished in the media. The best law firm went to bags of dust because of your. SO-called-husband!" He spat the last part disgustingly.

I tried to open my eyes, but no use. I was blindfolded. I tried to find some courage not letting my guard down just because they blindfolded me. It was tightly wrapped around hurting the sides of my head.

"Jungkook didn't do anything"

"You naive bitch. That man is a devil who had not turned to one but was born like one. Your Jungkook demanded the money that I've borrowed from his father previously —before he even succeded as the new CEO of Jeon Enterprise" he snarled glaring at me.

"That fucking bastard dared to hack my private information and all the crap with lawyers and lawsuits filed against my company was out in public! Because of the money! You see I have a family to feed, I have my own fucking children to feed"

I bit my lip, not believing a word he just said.

This man should've known, Jungkook is not the type to play a cat-and-mouse game. That perky kid would instantly get into business and get the money back without all this crap being involved.

"I don't believe you," I said.

"Of course you don't —isn't he... your lovely husband. He didn't even stand up for me when I had the police visit me on the fake documents I have been accused of falsely using" he said, he chuckled sighing along the way.

"Why would you waste your time like this—" I asked trying to ask of his intentions.

This man needs psychological help. His way of revenge is out of date.

He is a criminal going too far. He is going too far with this.

Money and power do corrupt people. To the point of obsession on eliminating people.

"You're right, why would I?" The man shook his head knowingly, he suddenly wore his gloves again taking the container out of his pocket, "Let's see if the bastard's child survives this?" he laughed looking at my belly.

"No no no please" I whispered as I violently shook my head.

I was snapped back to the cruel reality. They're trying to kill my child and possibly me.

"No, please you can cut my fingers, my hands, my eyes! Just don't touch my belly not my baby, please. Please, I beg you!" I cried screaming in the lines.

My eyes were burning with tears, my head was getting heavier with the pain. Most of all I only saw darkness —darkness, and pain. I feeling cold.


"Boys hold her," he ordered with enjoyment on his tone "I want to experiment this new drug on that bastard's child. Let's see if it survives"

"No!" I screamed but it was no use. They grabbed my head forcefully and made my head look up, I tried moving my head but their grip hurt my skull.

I still tried! I tried and tried until I felt an awful pain.

They squeezed the side of my cheeks in a painful manner, forcing my mouth to open. The old man squeezed the liquid with a syringe laughing at his cruel experiment.

The liquid went all around my mouth. It was sticky and held a pungent smell.

The man forcefully let the sour liquid in my mouth, I kept crying screaming at the pain. I spit out the content angering Jimin's father.

"For fuck's sake! Swallow bitch!" he screamed hitting my cheek.

He yanked my hair, forcefully putting a large solid cube in my mouth to prevent me from closing my mouth or spit anything out, it choked me a little. I fumbled screams crying my eyes out.

No! No! Not my baby!

"Not my baby!" I tried to scream, he laughed pouring down the liquid down my throat.

I gagged refusing to swallow, the pressure intensified around my throat area and nearly had me chocking. Then it went straight through, I felt like vomiting. The vomit was building up in my stomach making me want to puke.

I felt awful, I felt sick.

"Have some more" he chuckled, the gross liquid kept going down my throat. My eyes were burning red, I felt useless. My saliva rolled down my throat along with a little bit of the white-yellow drug.

I continued screaming, fumbling out Jungkook's name.


Help please...


•••

In that frozen second between standoff and fighting, his eyes flickered in a dangerous coldness of death. His foot stepped out of the sports car, the cold chilly weather matching his mood. His eyes held a different predatory look.

It was already 6 in the morning.

What fucks does Jungkook give about traffic lights?

He walked alone, within the darkness of the day-night. Helicopters were already flying in the sky —creating an awful noise. Police cars were parked everywhere surrounding the junked place.

His attention perked up hearing a faint scream in the far distance. The water down in the ocean hit against the rocky shore in a violent manner.

He knows that tone.

He knows it.

He felt the clench hardening in his heart.

And when he kicked the door open, his eyes darkened falling at the scene. He is 6 hours late.

It was sickening to see the view in front of him.


"Put your weapon down man" one of the members ordered as he held the gun pointing at Jungkook. There were several other members wearing black, each held a weapon pointing at Jungkook.

"You have 10 seconds to scramble away or I'll shot your blobby fat head" Jungkook sneered, glaring daggers at the person who spoke. He held his gun at the guy.


"Your child is no more, now I wonder if your wife will survive" the guy chuckled.

Jungkook felt that darkness leaping black and grey in him. They killed his child. They killed the baby! Jungkook couldn't breath... he wondered the pain they put his Mirae through.

Already seeing her chained on the chair made this hard of him. He saw her dried tears that were on her cheek, they blindfolded her. They abused her.

Kill. Kill. Kill.

Jungkook wanted to kill.

He wanted to kill bad.

He suddenly turned to a different person. His green eyes were no longer the emerald green. They held malice and an unruly despise.

7 months. 7 months had gone past.

"What did you say?" Jungkook asked, his tone bearing anger and loss.


He let the gun fall on the ground creating an echoing sound of nothing but regret.


"Your child is dead. Now your wife is on her last breath"

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