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🩸 EPISODE 7 — "The Lamb That Tried to Run"
The castle slept.
The laughter faded.
The screams quieted.
The blood on the walls dried into black scars.
And Minji — broken, bruised, shaking — saw her chance.
The main gates.
Unlocked for the first time.
She ran barefoot down the cracked marble hallways, each step burning her skin.
The chandeliers above her rattled like dying screams.
The portraits of long-dead kings seemed to watch her, their painted eyes following her every move.
Faster,
Faster,
Before he comes back.
She stumbled into the main courtyard — a forest of dead black roses under a bleeding sky.
The iron gates loomed ahead — twisted, cruel, but open just a crack.
She forced her battered body to run — lungs burning, blood dripping from her feet — and reached for the gate with trembling hands—
A hand slammed into her throat.
She was ripped off her feet and slammed into the cold stone wall.
The world spun.
Her head cracked against the stone.
Stars burst behind her eyes.
When her vision cleared, he was there.
Still dressed in black.
Still beautiful in that monstrous, devastating way.
But his eyes —
his beautiful, cursed eyes —
burned with rage.
"Trying to run, little lamb?"
"After everything I gave you?"
His voice was low, deadly.
His hand tightened around her throat — not enough to kill.
Just enough to make her suffer.
Minji clawed at his wrist, tears spilling down her cheeks.
"P-please," she choked.
"I can't— I can't stay—"
"You thought you could leave me," he whispered against her trembling lips.
"You thought you could escape my curse."
He laughed — a cold, cruel sound.
"You don’t get to run from me, little lamb."
"You don’t even get to breathe without my permission."
Without warning, he threw her over his shoulder — like she was nothing but a doll.
She screamed, kicked, pounded her fists against his back — but it was useless.
He was too strong.
Too merciless.
He carried her back into the castle —
deeper, deeper —
through halls she had never seen before.
Black stone.
Blood-stained floors.
Rooms full of chains, whips, collars.
Rooms meant for one thing: punishment.
He kicked open a massive black door and threw her onto a bed of cold iron.
Before she could move, he grabbed heavy chains from the wall —
thick, rusted, humming with dark magic —
and chained her wrists and ankles to the bed.
Spread wide.
Completely helpless.
"Please..." she whispered, voice cracking.
"I'm sorry..."
Yoongi leaned down, so close she could feel the cruel heat of his body.
"Sorry isn’t enough," he growled.
"You need to learn what happens to lambs who try to run from their wolves."
He ripped what little clothing she had left from her body — shredding it like paper — and left her naked, exposed under the cold, cruel light.
Her body still bore the bruises and bite marks from before.
Tonight, there would be more.
And then he made her a promise — whispered against her throat, slow and chilling:
"Tonight, you won't scream because you want to...
You'll scream because you have no other choice."
What followed wasn't love.
It wasn't even hate.
He marked every inch of her skin.
With his hands.
His teeth.
His belt.
He forced her to beg.
To scream.
To cry his name.
Hours passed.
Maybe days.
Minji lost track of time, lost track of herself.
There was only pain.
And Yoongi.
And the cruel, endless hunger in his cursed soul.
When he finally released her from the chains, she collapsed onto the bed — broken, used, ruined.
Yoongi brushed her hair back from her sweaty face with terrifying gentleness.
"Good girl," he whispered.
"Now you understand."
He pressed a bruising kiss to her forehead.
"You don't run from me."
"You belong to me."
Minji didn’t respond.
Couldn’t.
Because this was exactly how he wanted her.
Exactly how he needed her.