hos·tage
/ˈhästij/noun
1. a person seized or held as security for the fulfillment of a condition.jung wooyoung
My head was pounding with a headache, as I tried to shuffle my body I felt it was restrained I followed my move with a grunt, frustrated that I can not move. I looked around the darkroom trying to figure out where I am. That's when I heard a door being open, I quickly shut my eyes acting like I was still passed out.
"You can stop acting like you are passed out" a males voice spoke up waiting for me to open my eyes. I hesitate to open my eyes, the became sensitive to the light. The mystery man was wearing all black clothes, a black mask, and a black hat. He walked closer to me taking off the piece of tape from my mouth. "Why am I here?" I asked quieter than I thought I was. He calmly walked around the chair I was sitting in, he got to the back of the chair and stopped.
He put his hands on the back of the chair, calmly leaning down to my ear. "You are here because I want you," he said followed by an evil scoff. I gulp in fear, I tried to shuffle my hands out of the rope. He grabbed both of my hands and leaned to my ear once again.
"I would not do that if I was you" he spoke up, I could hear the anger in his voice. "Why is that?" I asked bravely, quickly regretting what I asked. He shifted in front of me squatting down to get to eye level. "You do not know my intentions" his tone was scary, the way he made heavy eye contact with me also made me fear him.
"Well, what are your intentions?" I asked still making eye contact with the mysterious man. "You sure do ask a lot of questions... besides that is for me to know and for you to find out" I could tell that he was getting irritated by me.
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I heard a grunt from the other room, I quickly got up opening the door and turning on the lights. I noticed that he tried to act like he was still passed out. After I confronted him he got up and I snatched the piece of tape off of his mouth. That's when he started to ask questions however it isn't anything I haven't heard, the questions were regular.
I realized that every time I got closer to him my heart beats a way I never felt before. It was weird and I did not like it. When I got to eye level with Wooyoung, my eyes meet his making me feel nervous. I have never felt nervous in front of someone. He has made an impact on me... I just can't figure out if it's a good or bad impact.
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