Part : 10
Tittle : The paradox of pain.
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"You seemed to be confused," he mocked, his voice a low, guttural purr that vibrated against her ear.
Sarah, her body rigid with fear, slowly turned her head, keeping her gaze low, trying to maintain a semblance of distance. She was trapped, cornered, and the raw power radiating from him was palpable. She tried to maintain her composure, to project an air of calm, but the fear was a cold knot in her stomach.
He seemed to relish her fear, his eyes, those eerie, glowing grey eyes, glinting with a dark amusement. It was as if her vulnerability, her innocent naivety, fueled his power, made him stronger.
She didn't dare look up at him, her gaze fixed on the unconscious form of Jungkook, still slumped on the armchair. The contrast was stark: the peaceful, sleeping form and the predatory presence looming behind her.
Then, she allowed her gaze to rise, slowly, hesitantly. She looked at his face, and a wave of chilling recognition washed over her. It was Jungkook's face. The same sharp jawline, the same full lips, the same delicate curve of his cheekbones. The same face she had seen moments before, peaceful and unconscious.
But the eyes.
Those eyes were different. They glowed with an unnatural, grey luminescence, radiating a cold, ancient power that made her breath catch in her throat. They were the eyes of a predator, a being of darkness, a chilling reflection of the man she knew, yet utterly, terrifyingly different.
The sameness and the difference were a paradox, a terrifying contradiction that sent a shiver down her spine. He was Jungkook, yet he wasn't. He was a dark reflection, a twisted mirror image, a chilling reminder of the fractured being that held her captive.
"Who are you?" she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.
"JK," he whispered, his breath warm against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. The single syllable, spoken with a chilling finality, echoed in the otherwise silent room.
Sarah's breath hitched, her body rigid with fear. She knew that name. It was the name the voice in Jungkook's head had used, the name of the entity that claimed to be his protector.
She glanced back at Jungkook, still slumped unconscious in the armchair. He was peaceful, his breathing even, completely oblivious to the terrifying presence looming over her. If that was Jungkook, then who was this?
The question hung in the air, unspoken, yet heavy with dread. The face before her was Jungkook's, a perfect, chilling replica. But the eyes, those glowing grey eyes, and the dark, predatory energy radiating from him, were not.
"If you're JK," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly, "then where is Jungkook?"
He chuckled, a low, guttural sound that vibrated against her ear. "He sleeps," he replied, his voice laced with a dark amusement. "He is weak. He cannot handle the truth."
"The truth?" she repeated, her mind reeling. "The truth about his mother?"
"Yes," he hissed, his grip on her arm tightening. "The truth he cannot bear. The truth I protect him from."
He leaned closer, his face inches from hers, his glowing grey eyes boring into her soul. "He is mine now," he whispered, his voice a chilling promise. "And you will not take him from me."
Sarah's heart pounded against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the silence of the room. She was trapped, caught between two warring selves, two fractured realities. She was facing a being that looked like Jungkook, sounded like Jungkook, yet was something else entirely. Something dark, something powerful, something terrifying. And she knew, with a chilling certainty, that she was in grave danger.
Sarah's mind raced, a desperate calculation against the primal fear that gripped her. I would have to tell him. Jungkook needs to know. He deserves to know.
The thought, a silent declaration of defiance, echoed in her mind. But before she could formulate a plan, JK's grip tightened, his eyes narrowing, those eerie grey eyes boring into hers.
"You think you can hide your thoughts from me?" he snarled, his voice a low, guttural growl that vibrated against her ear. "You think your secrets are safe?"
Sarah's breath hitched, her eyes widening in terror. He had heard her. He had invaded her mind.
"You're… you're not human," she whispered, her voice trembling.
He chuckled, a dark, chilling sound that echoed through the room. "Human? A quaint concept. I am… what he needs me to be. A protector. A shield. A weapon."
His grip on her arm tightened, his fingers digging into her skin. "You will not tell him. You will not break him."
The room crackled with a raw, violent energy. The air grew thick and heavy, a suffocating pressure that made it difficult to breathe. JK's control over his body, over the environment, was absolute.
He moved with a sudden, terrifying swiftness. He slammed her against the nearby wall, the impact jarring her senses. A sharp pain radiated through her back, and she gasped, her breath catching in her throat.
"You will not defy me," he hissed, his face inches from hers, his eyes glowing with a malevolent intensity. "You will not interfere."
He slammed his fist against the wall beside her head, the force of the impact sending a tremor through the room. The sound echoed, a violent punctuation mark against the silence.
Sarah's heart pounded against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the rising terror. She was trapped, caught in a whirlwind of violence and dark, supernatural power. She knew, with a chilling certainty, that she was facing something beyond her comprehension, something that defied all logic and reason. And she knew that she was at his mercy.
Sarah's eyes, brimming with unshed tears, met his for a fleeting, desperate moment. The raw vulnerability in her gaze, the silent plea for understanding, was a stark contrast to the cold, predatory intensity he projected.
Then, a jolt of agonizing pain ripped through him, a searing, internal fire that consumed his very being. He gasped, his hand flying to his chest, his fingers clenching against the fabric of his shirt.
He stumbled back, his eyes wide with a mixture of confusion and terror. It was a foreign sensation, a visceral agony that resonated deep within him, a pain that defied his very nature. He was an entity, a construct of will and shadow, not a creature of flesh and blood.
What is this? he thought, his mind reeling. What is happening to me?
He had no understanding of the source of the pain, no logical explanation for the searing agony that consumed him. It was a punishment, he decided, a retribution for some unseen transgression.
A divine wrath? he thought, his mind twisting in fear. Or a devil's curse?
The pain was too intense, too raw, too… human. It was a violation, an intrusion into his carefully constructed reality. He was being punished, he was sure of it.
His breath came in ragged gasps, his eyes filled with a dark, terrified awe. He stared at Sarah, his gaze searching hers, trying to find an answer, a reason for his torment.
He was a creature of darkness, a protector, a weapon. Yet, in that fleeting moment, he felt a pain that transcended his very being, a raw, agonizing ache that made him question his existence.
The room was filled with a heavy silence, broken only by his ragged breaths and the quiet beeping of the monitors. He was being judged, he was sure of it. And the judgment was agonizing.
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To be continued ~