Trapped

Chapter 1

~Y/N POV~

SLAM!

My eyes opened wide to the sound of iron slamming shut. The cold floor immediately sending shivers all over my body.

I let out a gasp and pushed myself up to sit and press my back against the cold brick wall. Looking around my surroundings it seems I'm in a dark cell with only one small square sized window with bars on it. The door is as solid iron, no window but a small handle.

Wanting to take my chances I stood up on my feet and rushed towards the door, grabbing the handle. Then pulled on all my might as i tried twisting the knob over and over again in different directions. But it was all no use. The door didn't budge.

"Oh come on!!"

One hard kick to the door I slammed a fist on the cold surface and pressed my forehead against it. A small sob left me as I'm confused, scared and cold.

How the hell did I even get here?
I don't remember.

"You should move away from the door before they come back." ?

A deep voice spoke from behind me to which I helped out to fright and spun around to slam my back against the door.

"What? Who are you? Where are we?"

A caught his figure in the far corner from where I've stood but only feet away from where I woke up. I didn't even see him.

"You ask too many questions." ?

Rolling my eyes I pushed off the door but came to stand in the middle of the room. From where Im now stood I could see his slumped body against the wall, looking up at me sharing a blank expression.

"Who are you?"

"My names Kim Hanuel. What's yours?"

I hummed at him and came to sit where I woke up but only to realise we were much closer than I thought before.

"I'm Nim Y/n."

"Well I would say it's nice to meet you but under the circumstances I wouldn't say it's so nice." Hanuel

Pressing my back against the wall again I shivered and crossed my arms over my chest.

"How long have you been here?"

The guy just sighed, leaning his head against the wall as he looked up at the ceiling. It may be dull for lighting in this cell but I can just make out his face. Dark hair, sharp jawline and nicely shaped lips. He's actually very handsome.

"Since yesterday. They haven't told me why they're doing this or why im here. To see you was a surprise." Hanuel

I let out a bitter chuckle and turned away, rubbing my hands over my arms.

"And you think I wasn't surprise to be here either?"

He chuckled and I could feel his eyes linger to the side of my face.

"We're both surprised then." Hanuel

I didn't say anything but try to think back on my memory. What was I doing before I woke up here?

Damn it I don't remember.

Trying to remember was starting to give me a headache.

"Your memory will come back in the next hour or so. It happened to me yesterday." Haneul

"What were you doing before you woke up here?"

"I was doing my nightly run after work. It's funny I do that every night and just that one night, it changed." Hanuel

I hummed, rubbing my eyes slightly. The dullness in the room was definitely affecting my eyes or it could be the dust. Possibly both.

Again I glanced at the man beside me and took in his clothing. Bagging sweat pants that are form what I can make out black. Possibly navy blue for all I know. It's too dark in here to tell. A white vest on his torso that shows his tattoos.

My eyes widen when I noticed them.

He had a large vine of roses swirl up his left arm from his wrist to his shoulder but there was this large crow tattooed to the side of his neck just below his jaw. It was a little intimidating to see actually but I thought his tattoos were beautiful.

When his head turned to me again I quickly turned away so he wouldn't notice my stare.

Usually I'm not one for staring at people since I keep to myself but his tattoos intrigued me.

"Did you like what you see?" Hanuel

I scoffed, rolling my eyes at him.

"There's nothing to see."

"Mhm. Sure." Hanuel

This time I ignored him. I had more worries to think about than his flirting. How can he even be so calm in this place?

He doesn't even know why he's here and yet he's......content.

Well I don't know what he was like yesterday when he first came here so maybe he's just adjusted to being in the dark to save himself from damage.

I sighed to myself and slumped against the cold brick wall. Then looked down at myself to see the clothing I'm currently wearing.

My brows furrowed when I saw the black pencil skirt that's slightly torn on the left side. It's as if someone cut it to give me more leg space. A rush of panic set in within myself and I tucked my fingers into the side of my waist band within my pencil skirt.

A breath of relief washed over me when I felt my underwear. At least I still had those on. I wasn't raped or anything thank goodness.

But my bare feet caught my attention.

No socks or shoes.

I doubt I would of worn socks with my pencil skirt, most likely stockings.

But then I looked over to Haneuls feet and his were bare too.

For whatever strange reason our shoes were taken off.

Weird.

"Do you know what happened to our shoes?"

My question broke the silence between us. I didn't look at him but again I could feel his eyes on me.

"No. Maybe it's so we can't use them as weapons." Hanuel

"Weapons?!"

My voice came out louder than expected but this time I did turn my head to look back at him. In this dark I can still make out his face so I didn't miss the smirk upon his lips.

"Yes. Weapons. We don't know where we are or why so I would suggest to keep your mind open to anything." Hanuel

Scoffing at him I opened my mouth to respond back but as I did the cell door burst open. I flinched as the iron smacked into the brick wall beside the frame. But I noticed the way Hanuel didn't even bat a eyelash at the sudden intrusion.

Three men filed into the room.

One man strode into the room, bleach blonde hair slicked back but a smart designer suit and black tie and shiny dress shoes. He screamed power, even by the way he stood. Hands in his pockets and legs slightly spread apart.

The two other men were dressed in black jumpsuits and thick black boots. Both sharing the same shaved heads with very little hair on top. They didn't look at either Hanuel or I. These two kept their sights to the wall behind me and their hands behind their backs.

"Well, well, well. It looks like our newest guest has finally awaken from her beauty sleep." ?