"Your food Miss," the maid opens the cage door and gently places the tiny plate beside you. Your brows frowned as the urge to slash her fingers with your nails and escape this prison tempts you at the earnest but sadly the outcome would be nothing. You would be caught within seconds and pushed back into this cage.
You slam your head to the side, side-eyeing the maid locking the cage carefully before taking her leave. You snap your gaze at the small pieces of apples and berries. Your stomach growled begging you to eat it but your female ego was all up the sky failing to touch the plate of juicy fruits.
Another growl made you bite your lips controlling the impulse desire to gulp down the plate but you cursed out and decided to give in to your appetite.
You slowly sneaked your hands below and grabbed hold of the plate, pulling it towards you. Once you feel the ceramic plate touching your thighs you grab hold of the pieces of fruit and randomly stuff them inside your mouth, munching slowly so that you won't get caught.
"Thank goodness you're eating something,"
You yelped at the sudden voice letting go of the fruits in your hands, watching the man with sudden fear.
"Oh, I'm sorry doll. I should have come after you eat. I scared you didn't I?" Taehyung scratches his head nervously looking at you, a ping of guilt floating through his eyes telling you that he wanted to apologize for scaring you.
"I don't need your goddamn apology, if you want to apologize then tell it to those people whom you imprisoned and treat them worse than a dog,"
He sighs as if he is done talking about these baseless things.
"Doll why do you bring those lowlife dirt when I want to talk with you,"
"They are not low-life dirt! But You are! If you truly wish to apologize to me then release my people from their enslavement. Let us go," you desperately hold onto your cries hoping for him to understand your situation but he laughs it off with sarcasm, as if you have blabbered some bunch of weird things.
"Doll do you even hear for yourself? Let your people go? Like seriously? Do you think I would let those dirt go just because I need your apology? Be serious doll. You are my puppet and you dance by my rules and for me to admire. I don't care if you accept my sincere apology or not," he shrugs and chuckles while looking at you weirdly.
You shut your lips, fisting your fingers and brushing off your anger. You snap your head to get to the side, ignoring his presence. You knew this outcome and his answer didn't shock you either.
Taehyung sat on his king-size couch, deeply staring at you.
"I came here to inform you about my child," your brows frowned as you locked your glare with Taehyung's brown orbs.
"My consort is pregnant and I'm expecting my first heir. I'm so happy that I want to share it with you. I want go celebrate it with you. I can already imagine my future. My son, and you my doll, are the only things that I deeply care about. I'm sure you would be a great plaything toy for my son too," he giggles while staying inside his fantasy world of you and his child, all together a family of his.
A disgusted grimace twisted the your features, and you took a step back, eyes widening with a mix of disbelief and repulsion.
"You're....sick" you muttered, a shiver running down your spine. Their body language screamed discomfort, as if the mere thought had sent a wave of unease through them.
"That's not sick doll. It's called love in my language,"
You scoffed in disbelief, a derisive sound that cut through the air. "yeah some sick new language that is specially invented by you" you sneered, the disbelief evident in the curl of your lip. The dismissive huff carried a mix of skepticism and scorn, as if the idea presented was absurd beyond comprehension.
With a dismissive chuckle, Taehyung spoke, his laughter laced with indifference. "Honestly, I couldn't care less about what anyone thinks, so be it you," he said, the words dripping with a callous disregard for others' feelings. Their tone conveyed a brazen insensitivity as if amusement derived from others' emotions was a mere afterthought.
"Well then congratulations on your wife's pregnancy," you mocked, your voice dripping with sarcasm.
Taehyung's smile widens when listens to your appreciation about his upcoming child.
"Thank you doll. I know you would come to accept it no matter how much you pretend to despise me. I'm planning have a grant welcome ceremony to globally announce my heir to the world and you would be my first guest doll. The most welcomed guest," his features laced with warmth as he tells you about his grant celebration with a fluttering heart.
"Don't have high hopes! I don't like you or your ugly child! Did you hear that? I hate your entire species and so be it your next dirt. You kill a bunch of people's children and here you are celebrating the news of your child! Don't you have any ounce of shame? But Mark my words your destruction will be because of this child! You will die along with that mutt-"
A series of thunderous thuds echoed through the room, your body jerked up along with the cage at the tremendous force exhibited on your surrounding as if you just witnessed an earthquake. The sharp, rhythmic sound reverberated, a percussive expression of frustration and impatience. Fist's on the half broken surface of the wooden table. Each impact sent a shiver through the furniture, mirroring the intensity of the emotions driving the forceful action.
Veins pulsating with fury, Taehyung face contorted in a mask of unrestrained rage. "Shut up!" he bellowed, the raw power of their anger reverberating in each word. His bloodied fists clenched so tight that the knuckles turned pale, and he trembled with the intensity of the emotions boiling within. The air crackled with the force of their indignation, an uncontainable storm of anger.
Leaning in with a menacing gaze, Taehyung hissed a threat through gritted teeth.
"Anymore words from your broken mouth and I will slaughter you alive human. Be this my last warning to you. You have no idea what I did to the former queen and I won't hesitate to repeat it again with you if you keep talking nonsense with that loose mouth. Nobody dares to threaten my baby remember it," he warned, the cold, calculated tone punctuating the air with an ominous promise. The weight of his words hung heavy, a palpable intimidation that left no room for doubt.
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Fanfiction"Where are you doll" his deep husky voice flew through your ears, sending shivers down your spine. You shuddered and moved your body closer to the huge book before besides you. Sounds of his footsteps echoed through the room, you took a peek from th...
