The sound of the heavy front doors slamming shut echoed through the mansion, signaling that JK and Jimin had departed for the office. For a few moments, the house was unnervingly silent. Then, the guards shifted.

They exchanged slow, knowing smirks, their eyes darting toward the upstairs corridor. Without a word, a group of them broke formation and began to climb the stairs, their heavy boots thudding rhythmically on the carpet.

Y/N was curled in a ball on the bed, her body bruised and her spirit shattered. She heard the door creak open. She didn't move, not even when the shadow of the first man fell across her.

"Boss is gone," the guard whispered, his voice thick with anticipation. "And he left us a little treat to keep us busy."

He reached down, grabbing her by the hair and yanking her upright. Y/N let out a sharp cry, her head snapping back. Two other guards crowded around, their eyes scanning her naked form with blatant hunger.

"Damn, she really is built for this," one of them grunted, reaching out to squeeze her breast with a bruising grip. "Look at these tits. No wonder the boss likes her so much."

"Forget the tits," another sneered, sliding his hand between her thighs. "Look at this pussy. Still swollen from yesterday. I bet it's even wetter now."

Squelch.

Y/N closed her eyes, a single tear sliding down her temple. She didn't fight. She didn't scream. The fight had been beaten out of her, replaced by a hollow, echoing void.Because her own parents abandoned her ,as they don’t want their business to collapse because of JK cruelty. They let there daughter to get tortured every second.

"Get on your knees," the first guard commanded.

Y/N obeyed slowly, her movements mechanical. He unzipped his trousers, and his cock sprang out, smelling of musk and salt. He grabbed the back of her head, shoving himself into her mouth with a violent thrust.

Gluck.

She gagged, her throat constricting around him, but he didn't care. He began to pump his hips, the sound of his skin slapping against her cheeks filling the room. Plap, plap, plap.

"Suck it harder, you little whore," he groaned, his fingers digging into her scalp. "Show us how well you can take it."

As soon as he finished, he stepped back, and the next man took his place. Then another. And another. They took turns with a ruthless, efficient greed. Some focused on her breasts, biting and sucking until the skin was purple, while others forced her onto her stomach, driving themselves into her from behind.

Slap. Thud. Moan.

"She's just a toy," one guard laughed, his voice echoing in the room as he pounded into her. "A beautiful, broken little toy."

Y/N stared at the floral pattern of the wallpaper, her vision blurring. She felt her body failing, the pain becoming a dull, distant hum. She was on the verge of breaking, her mind drifting away from the physical agony.

She realized then that there was no escape. The doors were locked, the guards were the jailers, and JK was the master. She couldn't run, and she couldn't die. She was nothing more than an object in this house, a piece of meat to be shared and used until there was nothing left of her.

As the next guard stepped forward, unzipping his fly with a metallic zzzzzt, Y/N simply closed her eyes and waited.