Iseul woke up with a terrible headache at the loud sound of metal hitting the ground.
"Shit," she heard a voice mutter on her right.
It took her a few seconds to come back to her senses, and she soon realized that she was tied to a chair.
Well that explains the pain in my arms, she thought.
Iseul's head hung low, her hair falling down in front of her face like a curtain.
She couldn't see anything anyway, her vision so blurry that it was hard to even see the ground.
She shifted a little, trying to find a more comfortable position.
She had no clue where she was, or how long she had been there, stuck on this chair, but judging by the pain screaming in her sore muscles, it must have been a while.
Slowly, Iseul tried to raise her head, even just to try and ease the aching sensation in her neck.
"Well, look who's finally awake."
Iseul flinched at the cold voice. She had almost forgotten about the other person in the room.
She wasn't alone, and, weirdly, the thought made her shiver. The voice seemed oddly familiar, and even though her brain could not put a face on it yet, her auditory memory and instinct knew to fear its owner.
Iseul had finally managed to raise her head, -although not without trouble, the stiffness in her neck still painfully vibrant- but the whole room surrounding her was still a blur.
She blinked a few times, trying to recover her sight, when she heard the dull sound of footsteps walking to her.
The stranger crouched down so he could face her properly, and every fiber in her body screamed at Iseul to run.
She vigorously tried to free herself from the shackles keeping her in place, but they remained still.
A raucous laughter echoed in the room, creating goosebumps on her skin.
"Silly girl," the deep voice taunted. "You can try all you want; you're not getting out of this room unless I allow you to."
There was something in his tone so vicious and sadistic that it made Iseul's insides flip.
Her heart was beating abnormally fast as panic flowed over her.
Slowly, her vision was coming back, and she could now make out shapes. A man was facing her, his proximity making Iseul sick, but she still couldn't quite see the details of his face.
Suddenly, the man put back a strand of hair behind her ear and the feeling of his fingers brushing her face almost made her heart stop.
"I have to admit," he spoke again, "I'm quite surprised you're still alive. I genuinely thought Yongie would get bored of you eventually.
After all, romance has never been his thing, anyway. Not to mention that monsters like him don't usually get a happy ending."
The more he spoke, the closer Iseul got to find out his identity. Her mind was as blurry as her vision though, and no mater how hard she tried to remember, it was as if a thick fog had invaded her brain.
When she remained silent, the man went on.
"God, I've waited so long for this moment," he purred, his fresh breath hitting her face. "You're quite hard to get hold of, you know that?"
He paused for a second, "Although I guess being trapped in NCT's tower must have helped keeping you 'safe'."
He snorted, "Taeyong has always been very possessive of his toys, even when we were children. He's selfish and likes to keep things for himself. But I, for my part, am quite the envious one, and it's my time to play, now."
At the mention of Taeyong's childhood, something in Iseul's memory snapped.
She remembered.
The man must have noticed the change in her behavior because he smirked, a devilish look in his eyes. He let out a mocking laugh.
"Oh, you're finally starting to understand," he taunted. "It took you a while, but I suppose the drug is still in your system and didn't help with the memories, am I right?"
He spoke as though it was all but a joke.
Iseul, on the other hand, wasn't laughing.
A drug? That explained the feeling of dizziness.
Iseul blinked again, frowning in concentration.
She still couldn't see the details, but she managed to make out a white line on the stranger's face. He was smiling.
This whole thing was amusing to him, whereas Iseul was getting sick.
It couldn't be him; she was wrong, it was the drug playing her. It couldn't be him; she was wrong, she repeated in her mind.
He was dead.
All those thoughts only made her headache worse.
No, he was dead, Taeyong had killed him.
As if the man was reading her mind, he spoke up again.
"I can see the thoughts rushing through that little brain of yours," he said, amusement filling his tone, "you're doubting yourself. All because of him, how pitiful."
I'm just dreaming, this is just a nightmare, I'm going to wake up in my bed, Iseul tried to convince herself, shutting her eyes.
"Now, now," he cooed, "open those pretty eyes of yours, I want to see them."
He grabbed her chin between his cold fingers to make her look at him.
When she finally opened her eyes again, Iseul's vision was fully recovered, and a feeling of sickness hit her hard.
The first thing she saw were his cruel eyes, which were already buried in hers.
Park's smirk only grew larger when her eyes widened in shock.
"What is it, sweetheart?" he murmured, a wicked smiled plastered on his lips, "Looks like you've just seen a ghost."
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Ngl I love writing about him, psychopaths just hit different you know?
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