Jungkook

You are in Dagestan for the first time - a guest of relatives. Everyone is friendly, happy, but one guy immediately stood out. Silent, with a heavy look. He looked at you as if he had already decided something.

Jungkook.

In the evening you went outside to get some air. A second later everything went dark: a bag over your head, your hands tied, a trunk. Screams didn't help - a blow to the face, everything went quiet.

I woke up in the mountains. A stone house, the smell of smoke and wool. In front of you is him.

Jungkook.

You: “Where am I?..” you whispered.

He sat down opposite you. He put the knife on the table. Calmly. Not threateningly, but you felt that he might use it.

Jungkook: “I have,” he said. “Now you’re here.”

You:

• Why did you do this?.. People will look for me!

He grinned for the first time.

Jungkook:

• No one will find you here. And I took you because I wanted to. Am I a man or not?

You froze. He stood up and came over. Taller, broader in the shoulders, smelled of blood, sweat, tobacco.

Jungkook:

• Don't scream. Don't move. I won't kill you. But I'm not going to let you go either. Until you become mine.

You felt your insides tighten. You didn't know what was scarier - the loneliness in these mountains or the calm with which he said it.

You:

• You have no right...

Jungkook: "I'm right here," he snapped. "Resist. It'll only get worse."