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🩸 EPISODE 8 — "The Wolf’s Lessons"
The castle no longer screamed.
Because it knew:
Prince Min Yoongi had finally found his perfect prey.
After her last failed escape — after the brutal punishment Yoongi had given her —
something inside her had cracked.
Yoongi visited her room every night.
Always at midnight.
Always after the blood moon rose high over the cursed kingdom.
Each night, he would unlock the heavy iron door with a slow, deliberate click —
the sound alone enough to make Minji’s body tense and tremble in terror.
And each night, he would teach her a new lesson.
🖤 Lesson One: "You don’t own your body."
He forced her to kneel before him.
Only the crushing weight of his gaze —
the knowledge that refusal would mean pain far worse than submission.
When she hesitated, even for a second —
he slapped her.
Not with anger.
Not with hatred.
With calm, deliberate cruelty.
"Your body belongs to me, little lamb," he whispered against her ear.
"Your mouth, your skin, your tears.
Your screams.
Every breath you take... it’s all mine now."
He made her prove it.
Over and over again.
Until her body moved without her mind’s permission.
Until obedience became instinct.
đź–¤ Lesson Two: "Pain is love."
The next night, he brought chains again — but not to bind her to the bed.
No.
This time, he fastened them around her delicate wrists and ankles, heavy and cruel, forcing her to crawl wherever she went.
"A little lamb shouldn’t walk upright," he said, smiling cruelly.
"She should crawl to her master.
Beg for his attention.
Worship his cruelty."
Every time she tried to stand, he beat her palms with a riding crop until they bled.
Every time she cried, he kissed the tears away — soft, almost tender — before slapping her again.
He taught her that pain wasn’t punishment anymore.
It was love.
It was affection.
It was home.
🖤 Lesson Three: "You can’t think without me."
By the third night, Yoongi stopped hurting her physically.
He had already begun to unravel her mind.
He would whisper into her ear while she slept — dark, venomous things.
"No one loves you but me."
"No one will ever touch you again but me."
"You were born to be mine."
No mirrors.
No clocks.
No windows.
Minji didn’t know if it was day or night anymore.
Didn’t know how long she had been here.
Didn’t even remember what her own voice sounded like — except when it was begging.
And slowly, terrifyingly, she began to believe him.
His touch.
His voice.
Even his punishments.
Because without him —
there was only the castle.
Only the cold.
Only the screams.
And Yoongi —
for all his cruelty —
kept the darkness at bay.
One night, after hours of being used, marked, and claimed, Minji lay curled against his chest — too broken to move, too scared to breathe without permission.
Yoongi stroked her hair like she was a pet.
"Good girl," he whispered.
"You’re learning so well."
He kissed her forehead — a mockery of tenderness.
"Soon, little lamb..."
"Soon you won't remember a time before me at all."
And Minji —
sweet, shattered Minji —
closed her eyes and whispered,
The castle smiled.
The blood moon wept.
And the curse grew stronger.
Because Yoongi had finally found the perfect way to survive:
Corrupt her.
Own her.
Break her.