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– Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

The heavy door closed, leaving Taehyung in the dimly lit studio. He obediently knelt down in the center. Taehyung knew the rules: head down, back straight, hands behind his back. In the silence, the only sound was his irregular pulse.

Jungkook stepped out of the shadows, slowly wrapping a long leather belt around his palm, his cold gaze sliding over Taehyung's figure, noting every detail.

“Master, I’m ready,” Taehyung whispered without looking up.

Jungkook stepped closer. With the toe of his patent leather boot, he lifted Taehyung's chin, forcing him to meet his gaze. Jungkook's eyes were devoid of any emotion—only an icy determination to get the job done.

"You came here because you need more pain," Jungkook's voice sounded like a death sentence. "I'll give it to you, but only as much as I deem necessary."

The first blow of the belt landed squarely on his shoulder blades. A hiss, a sharp slap, and a crimson mark on his pale skin. Taehyung arched, a hoarse groan escaping his throat, but he remained on his knees. Jungkook struck with measured precision, knowing exactly where and how hard to hit him to the limit. Each blow burned everything from Taehyung's mind except this pain.

When his back turned into a burning mess, Jungkook leaned towards his ear:

• Don't even think about disconnecting, Taehyung, the session has just begun.

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