Everything was done now. Dinner had been eaten the movie had ended but the night was far from over.

Y/N's heart pounded in her chest as she stole a glance at Namjoon. He had said he would do something after 12. It was past twelve now. The anticipation twisted her stomach into knots.

She hesitated before murmuring, "Umm... I'm sleepy. I...I'm going to bed."

Slowly, she got up from the couch where they had been curled up together. She felt his gaze on her heavy, unreadable.

Namjoon tilted his head, an easy smile playing on his lips. "It's Sunday tomorrow, baby. No rush." Then, his eyes darkened slightly. "But if you want to... let's go."

Something about his tone sent a shiver down her spine.

After changing into something comfortable, she stepped out of the bathroom only to find him already sitting on the bed waiting.

He patted the empty space beside him."Come here."

She hesitated, her fingers twitching. She knew better than to disobey. Slowly, she obeyed. She sat on the bed beside him.

"Let's play a game" he said, his voice velvety smooth.

Her hands clenched into fists. "W-what game?" she asked, her voice quieter than she intended.

His lips curled. "Choose a number between 20 and 30."

A chill ran through her. Her mind raced....why was he making her pick? What was the purpose?

"T-Twenty-three?" she whispered, feeling the weight of his gaze.

Namjoon hummed in amusement. His fingers traced slow circles on the back of her hand. "That's too few."

Her breath hitched. "W-What do you mean?"

His grip on her hand tightened, just enough to make her feel it. His dark eyes gleamed.

"Twenty-three rounds are far too little. That's not enough punishment for you... right?"

Her breath stilled. She looked up at him, eyes wide with fear.

The room was quiet-too quiet.

The weight of his presence filled the air, thick and suffocating. Y/N sat on the edge of the bed her hands tightly gripping the hem of her nightgown her knuckles turning white. She could feel Namjoon's gaze on her, watching, waiting.

She didn't dare look at him.

"Twenty-three rounds" he had said, his voice smooth...controlled as if he were discussing something as simple as the weather.

Her stomach twisted.

She swallowed hard, forcing herself to steady her breath, though every inhale felt shaky, uncertain. "Namjoon" she whispered, hesitating. "I-I don't think I can..."

Before she could finish, he reached out tilting her chin up with two fingers forcing her to meet his gaze. His dark eyes held hers, unwavering, unreadable.

"You can" he said softly, but there was no room for argument in his tone.She shivered.

His fingers trailed down her throat, a feather-light touch that made her shudder. He was always like this....gentle in his movements, yet firm in his control and It always scared her.

Her breath hitched.

The silence in the room was suffocating. Y/N's breathing was uneven, her pulse hammering in her ears as she watched Namjoon roll up his sleeves with unsettling patience. The air between them was thick, charged with something dark....something inevitable.

She had tried to escape. And now, she would pay.

"Twenty-three" he mused, turning the leather whip in his hands. The dim light caught the sheen of it, and her stomach twisted. "It's not much, but I suppose it will do.youll under what you've done."

Y/N backed up instinctively, her bare feet scraping against the cold floor. "Namjoon, please..." Her voice was small, fragile. "I won't do it again. I swear."

He tilted his head, as if considering her words. Then, with a slow deliberate motion, he stepped closer. "You don't get to beg, baby."

Her breath hitched when he reached for her wrist, yanking her forward until she was pressed against the edge of the bed. He was close now, close enough that she could feel the heat radiating off his body...so deceptively warm, so terrifyingly controlled.

"Turn around' he ordered, his voice a dangerous whisper.

Tears welled in her eyes, but she knew what's better than to resist. Trembling, she turned gripping the sheets beneath her as her body tensed in anticipation. The first strike came fast, cutting through the air with a sharp crack.

A cry tore from her lips as fire bloomed across her back.

She gasped, her fingers digging into the fabric. "P-Please..."

Another strike. Then another. Each one sent shockwaves through her body, leaving behind trails of burning pain. Tears spilled freely down her cheeks, her sobs breaking the silence.

Namjoon remained silent, methodical. He wasn't rushing. He wasn't out of control. That was the worst part....this wasn't anger. This was a lesson.

After these few strikes, her legs felt weak. After ten minutes of hitting, she was shaking so badly she could barely hold herself up. her voice had grown hoarse from pleading, but it didn't stop him.

"Shhh" he murmured, dragging the leather slowly over her skin before delivering the final blow.

She collapsed onto the bed, her body wracked with sobs her mind swimming between pain and exhaustion.

Namjoon crouched beside her, brushing damp strands of hair from her face. His voice was calm, almost tender. "You won't try that again, will you?"

She couldn't answer. She could barely breathe.

He chuckled softly, fingers tracing the fresh marks on her skin. "Good girl...but your lesson isn't end yet.

After that he sat on the bed and tugged at her wrist she let him pull her into his lap.

"D-dont please...i-i can't sit" she said, her voice weak from the pain.

His warmth seeped into her skin, his hold possessive as his fingers traced small circles on her back. "You're my wife, Y/N" he murmured against her ear. "And you don't get to say no to me."

She didn't resist when he pushed her down onto the mattress. She didn't fight when his hands pinned her in place.

She tried to prepare herself tried to convince her body to relax but nothing could stop the way her heart pounded in her chest.

The first time, she clenched her jaw determined not to cry out.

The second time her fingers dug into the sheets her body tensing.

By the fifth round, her thighs trembled. Her breathing was ragged. She was trying...trying so hard...to bear it to endure it without breaking.

But Namjoon wasn't stopping. He wasn't slowing down.

"Joon... please...Stop" she whimpered, her voice shaking.

He leaned down, lips grazing her ear. "You can take it" he whispered, his voice both soothing and commanding. "I know you can."

Her body ached. She could feel herself weakening with every passing moment.

By the tenth round, she was barely holding herself together her vision blurring with unshed tears.

By the fifteenth, silent tears slipped down her cheeks.

Namjoon caught one with his thumb, wiping it away almost tenderly. "Shh... you're doing so well" he murmured. "But we're not done yet."

Her lips quivered. She wanted to beg him to stop, but she knew it wouldn't matter. He had decided. And when Namjoon decided something, there was no escape.

This time it was so different, he had always hurt her being rough, he was rough but today he was whispering encouraging words in her ears...but why?

By the twentieth round, she could no longer think straight. It was too much...she remembered their wedding night..how pain she had felt at that time...and now she knew she won't be able to stay conscious.

By the twenty-third, she was completely spent...limp, trembling, her mind blank.

Namjoon finally slowed, his breathing heavy as he hovered over her. He stroked her hair brushing the damp strands away from her face.

"You took it so well" he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. "Such a good girl for your husband."

Her body was too weak to move. Her throat was too dry to respond. All she could do was lie there her body sore, her mind numb.

Namjoon pulled her into his arms, cradling her against his chest. His fingers traced soothing patterns along her spine his touch no longer punishing but comforting.

She wanted to hate him for this. She wanted to fight, to resist, to push him away.

But she couldn't.She closed her eyes her exhaustion dragging her into the abyss of sleep.

The room was heavy with silence.Y/N lay on the bed her body aching her mind slipping between exhaustion and consciousness.

She could still feel the weight of his hands on her the lingering heat of his touch burned into her skin. Every muscle in her body trembled from overuse her breaths shallow her limbs weak.

Her eyes fluttered shut. Maybe, she could rest now.But then....A hand clamped around her wrist.
Her body jerked as Namjoon yanked her up from the bed.

"Ahh" she gasped, her legs nearly giving out beneath her as they touched the cold floor.

Pain shot through her...an ache deep in her muscles, in her very bone..... Pain in her womenhood..Her knees buckled, and she would have collapsed if not for his grip firm and unwavering.

She tried to find her voice. "N-Namjoon, I..."

"Shh."His voice was calm. Too calm. That was what terrified her the most.

Her blurred vision caught the glint of something in his hand. Her stomach clenched a sense of unease crawling up her spine like ice-cold fingers.

Scissors.

Her breath hitched. "W-what are you doing?"she whispered, barely audible.

Namjoon didn't answer. Instead, he guided...no, forced...her in front of the mirror. The reflection staring back at her looked hollow, drained. She was standing there only in her sirt.

Her eyes were swollen from unshed tears her lips slightly parted as she struggled to breathe. The marks on her skin...red bruised, evidence of his lesson.

She could barely recognize herself.Her knees wobbled but he held her steady. A firm, unwavering grip on her shoulders. Unrelenting.

"Stay still" he murmured against her ear, his voice smooth as silk.

The cold steel of the scissors brushed against her shoulder.She flinched.

She turned to look at him that what he was doing but he smiled at her and made her look in the mirror again.

Snip.

The first lock of hair fell. Which she didn't feel as she was too numb.

Y/N sucked in a sharp breath as she watched it drift to the floor, her stomach twisting painfully.
Before she could react.

Snip.

Another piece.Her heartbeat pounded violently in her chest.
She wanted to stop it. To move, to fight to scream. But she couldn't.
She was frozen at her place.

Each strand hitting the floor like a piece of her breaking away.

Her long, beautiful hair... the one thing she had loved about herself....was being stripped from her..just in a small moment.

"No... No!" he finally sobbed, her voice cracking, breaking.

Namjoon ignored her.

His hand slid to the nape of her neck, his grip tightening as he forced her to keep watching.

"Look" he ordered.

She shook her head, trying to turn away but he wouldn't let her.She had no choice.So she watched.

She watched as her reflection changed as the strands pooled around her feet as the last remnants of her control disappeared before her very eyes.

When he finally let go, her knees buckled. She collapsed to the ground her trembling hands reaching out to gather the fallen strands desperate devastated.

Her chest heaved as sobs wracked through her. "No... no..." she whispered, over and over as if saying it enough times could undo what had been done.

Her fingers curled around the soft locks pressing them to her chest like something sacred. But it was useless.It was gone.

She lifted her gaze to Namjoon, her vision blurred by tears.Her lips trembled. Her voice wavered."You're a monster."

For the first time, her voice didn't shake with fear.It burned with something else.Something real.

Namjoon only smiled.His fingers traced the freshly cut edges of her hair admiring his work.

Then, he leaned down pressing a soft kiss to the crown of her head.mmthe cruelest gesture of all.

"You look beautiful" he murmured.

Y/N shuddered.And deep down, she knew...This was far from over. She won't leave him for this...but little did she knew something more was still left for her.

The room was suffocating in its silence.

Y/N remained on the floor, her hands still curled around the fallen strands of her hair. She couldn't bring herself to let them go.

Her body trembled...not just from exhaustion but from something deeper something raw and burning.

Anger.Not just at Namjoon. Not just at what he had done.But at herself too.For being weak. For letting him break her.

His voice drifted down to her, smooth, controlled. "Get up, baby. The floor is cold."

She didn't move.A moment passed.then another.

And then his fingers slid beneath her chin tilting her face upward. His touch was deceptively gentle, a contrast to the destruction he had just caused. His dark eyes studied her, searching, measuring.

"Y/N" She clenched her jaw.lowly, carefully, she forced herself to stand. Her legs wobbled beneath her but she refused to collapse again. She wouldn't give him that satisfaction.

Namjoon's lips curled into a small approving smile. "Good girl."Her stomach twisted at the words.

She forced herself to remain still as he reached out, his fingers trailing through the shortened strands of her hair.

"You look so beautiful like this" he murmured, as if his words were supposed to comfort her.

Y/N swallowed the bitter taste in her mouth. She was angry so much angry...Because something had changed inside her.Something dangerous.

But little did she know it wasn't just the end..he was thinking about doing something more so she won't be able to escape from him again.

~no matter how much pain this world gave me your actions hurt me the most.

Hey!! Guys this book was my favorite but.....I've decided that
I won't continue this story further...
as I'm taking out time to write this book even I'm busy in my studies and job.

but I'm not getting votes, and comments...like the results are discouraging me.... It's ok.....bye take care😔