Jimin grabbed Y/N by the waist and hauled her into the center of the bed, tossing her back onto the mattress like a ragdoll. Y/N tried to curl into a ball, but JK was instantly there, pinning her shoulders down.

"Spread out," JK commanded. "I want us both to have a taste."

Y/N shook her head, tears streaming into their hair. "Please... no more... I can't take any more!"

JK didn't listen. He leaned down, his mouth clamping onto one sore, swollen nipple with a violent force. At the same time, Jimin leaned in from the other side, latching onto the opposite breast.

"*Suck! Slurp! Gulp!*"

Y/N’s back arched violently, a loud, guttural scream ripping from their throat. "AAAAAH! STOP! PLEASE STOP IT!"

The two men ignored the pleas, sucking crazily, their tongues swirling and their teeth grazing the sensitized skin. The sounds of wet, hungry slurping filled the room, rhythmic and relentless. Every time Y/N tried to twist away, JK’s grip tightened, holding her firmly in place for Jimin's benefit.

"*Mmmph...*" Jimin groaned against the skin, his suction increasing, pulling the nipple deep into his mouth.

"Hahaha!" JK pulled back for a second, his lips glistening with saliva. "Look at her, Jimin. Totally helpless. Just a screaming little doll."

"Aaaaah! Please... JK, please have mercy!" Y/N wailed, their voice cracking.

"Mercy isn't in the contract," JK hissed.

He returned to the nipple for a few more vicious sucks before sliding his hand down. He didn't use any lubricant; he didn't care that Y/N was already raw. He shoved three fingers deep into Y/N's pussy with a brutal thrust.

"*Squelch!*"

Y/N let out a strangled cry, her eyes rolling back.

"That's it," JK whispered, his voice cold. "We've got all night. I'm going to make sure you remember this every time you try to walk tomorrow."

Jimin continued to feast on the other breast, his mouth making wet, sloppy noises. "*Slurp, schlick, suck.*"

JK began to pump his fingers in and out with a mechanical, punishing speed. "*Schlick, squish, schlick.*" He hooked his fingers, scraping against the walls of the vaginal canal, ignoring the way Y/N sobbed and begged for it to end.

The hours blurred into a haze of pain and humiliation. Every time Y/N's screams faded into whimpers of exhaustion, JK would pinch a nipple or thrust his fingers deeper to wake her  up, ensuring she felt every second of his hatred.

"Keep crying," JK murmured, his hand moving in a relentless, wet blur. "I love the sound of your spirit breaking."

As the moon shifted across the sky, the only sounds remaining in the room were the rhythmic schlick of JK's fingers and the occasional, hungry slurp from Jimin, while Y/N lay broken in the center of the bed, completely surrendered to their torment.