Epilogue

Y/N strained against the leather straps, the metal buckles clinking with every desperate jerk of her wrists.

"Please! JK, I’m begging you! Just let me go! I won't tell anyone, I swear!" she wailed, her voice raw.

JK leaned over her, his eyes dark with a sadistic hunger. He didn't answer with words; instead, he buried his face in her chest, sucking her nipples until they were bruised and swollen. He moved lower, his tongue swirling over her clit before he drove himself into her with a heavy thud.

"Mmm, you still taste like desperation," JK groaned, his hips slamming against hers for two hours.

Suddenly, he flipped her over, forcing her face into the mattress. He spat on her puckered hole and shoved inside with one violent thrust.

"AHHH! STOP! IT HURTS!" she screamed, her voice echoing off the walls.

"Shut up," JK hissed, his voice a low growl. "I love how tight this is. You're just a little hole for me to use, aren't you? Just a pathetic, leaking toy."

When Jimin entered, he didn't even say hello. He simply drolled at the sight of her trembling, ruined body. He pushed JK aside and spent the next four hours alternating between her pussy and her anus, his movements rhythmic and cruel. Squelch. Slap. Squelch.

"You're taking it so well today, sweetheart," Jimin laughed, his breath hot against her ear. "Hahaha! Look at you, just shaking like a leaf."

But the true punishment was yet to come. They dragged her, naked and shivering, into the living room and threw her onto the plush rug.

"Guards! Get in here!" JK shouted.

Sixteen men filed into the room. JK gestured coldly to the sobbing girl on the floor. "Two at a time. One in the front, one in the back. Don't stop until you've both finished."

The nightmare became a blur of sweating bodies and guttural grunts. Plap. Plap. Plap.

"Oh god, thank you, Mr. JK!" one guard gasped, releasing a thick load of seed deep inside her pussy  as he pulled out with a wet pop.

"Yeah, she's a fucking dream," another added, wiping his cock on her thigh.

Jimin stood over them, holding his phone steady, recording every angle. "Keep screaming, Y/N! The camera loves it when you beg!"

For four months, this was her existence. They chained her to the bed or the floor, forcing her to watch the videos of the guards ruining her. She felt a void opening inside her, a darkness that swallowed every hope of survival.

One evening, after a particularly brutal session with the guards, as they gang bang her openly in living room as jimin asked them . Jimin looked down at her limp form. He assumed she had finally passed out from exhaustion. In a rare moment of carelessness, he didn't lock her chains. He simply turned off the lights and went to bed.

Y/N lay in the silence, her breath shallow. Her eyes snapped open. She didn't cry; she didn't scream. She slowly dragged herself across the cold floor, her muscles screaming in protest, until she reached the kitchen.

She found a long, serrated carving knife on the counter. She looked at her reflection in the stainless steel—a hollow shell of a woman.

Sshhh.

She drove the blade deep into her chest and dragged it across her throat. She collapsed onto the tiles, the warmth of her own blood pooling around her, finally silencing the echoes of their laughter.

The next morning, JK walked into the kitchen, humming a tune. He stopped dead.

"What the...?"

Jimin stepped up behind him, his face paling. Y/N lay there, grey and cold, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Did she...?" Jimin whispered.

JK looked at the body, and for the first time, a flicker of something like guilt crossed his face. He felt a strange, sudden emptiness in his chest, a realization that they had finally broken the only thing they truly owned.

"Get the shovel," JK said quietly. "We bury her in the woods. Secretly."

They did as they said. After that, the mansion grew silent. They stopped hiring girls; they stopped the interviews. The thrill was gone, replaced by a hollow, echoing void that no amount of flesh could ever fill.

They still miss her but felt guilty