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Twist me, Keep me , Hold me ( A set of trilogy )
Taken to a private island.I never thought this could happen to me. I never imagined one chance meeting on the eve of my eighteenth birthday could change my life so comp...
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WHEN I WAKE UP THE NEXT MORNING, JUNGKOOK IS GONE AGAIN. I don’t really remember what happened after I collapsed in Jungkook’s office yesterday.
The rest of the day is fuzzy in my memory. It’s like my brain had switched off, unable to process the violence I had witnessed. I think I vaguely recall Jungkook picking me up off the floor and bringing me to the shower. He must’ve washed me and bandaged my feet because they’re wrapped in gauze this morning and hurting a lot less when I walk.
I’m not sure if he had sex with me last night. If he did, then he must’ve been unusually gentle because I don’t have any soreness this morning. I do remember sleeping with him in my bed, with his large body curved around mine. In some ways, what happened simplifies things. When there’s no hope, when there’s no choice, everything becomes remarkably clear.
The fact of the matter is that Jungkook holds all the cards. I’m his for as long as he wishes to keep me. There’s no escape for me, no way out.And once I accept that fact, my life becomes easier.
Before I know it, I have been on the island for nine days.Beth tells me so over breakfast this morning. I’ve grown to tolerate her presence. I have no choice—without Jungkook there, she’s my only source of human interaction. She feeds me, clothes me, and cleans after me. She’s almost like my nanny, except she’s young and sometimes bitchy.
I don’t think she’s forgiven me fully for trying to bash her head in. It hurt her pride or something. I try not to bug her too much. I leave the house during the day, spending most of my time on the beach or exploring the woods. I come back to the house for meals and to pick up a new book to read. Beth told me Jungkook will bring me more books when I’m done with the hundred or so that are currently in my room.
I should be depressed. I know that. I should be bitter and raging all the time, hating Jungkook and the island. And sometimes I do. But it takes so much energy, constantly being a victim. When I’m lying in the hot sun, absorbed in a book, I don’t hate anything. I just let myself get carried away by some author’s imagination.
I try not to think about Jake. The guilt is almost unbearable. Rationally, I know Jungkook is the one who did this, but I can’t help feeling responsible. If I had never gone out with Jake, this would’ve never happened to him. If I hadn’t approached him during that party, he wouldn’t have been savagely beaten.
I still don’t know what Jungkook is or how he’s able to have such a long reach. He’s as much of a mystery to me today as he’s ever been.
Maybe he’s in the Mafia. That would explain the thugs he has in his employ. Of course, he could simply be a wealthy eccentric with sociopathic tendencies. I truly don’t know. Sometimes I cry myself to sleep at night. I miss my family, my friends. I miss going out and dancing at a club. I miss human contact. I’m not a loner by nature.
