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Her body ached her awake, her eyes fluttering open, she was hoping that she would wake up in Jungwoo's bed.

But the coldness that touched her wrist, and the tightness in her back reminded her that this was not Jungwoo's apartment.

She was in danger. This could be it. And although she doesn't know exactly what's happening she knows that this is more than likely connected to that letter, and being isolated inside his apartment.

Oh, what she would do to just be back there bored out of her mind with her soulmate.

She gained an itch on her forehead, something was trickling slowly to her eyes. It's warm and its moving made her want to squirm.

She heard footsteps come closer, them stopping and something opening, she closed her eyes shut as her senses were getting better and less fuzzy. Those footsteps walked some more, the noise getting louder.

And then the footsteps stopped.

She could feel the figure looming over her without opening her eyes, the presence was that intimidating.

Her pulse quickened, her palms gained a thin layer of perspiration as they were clasped behind her.

That's when the voice murmured, "You were quite hard to attain... that made it more fun I must admit."

Fun?

With her eyes closed, she felt what she understood was his hand– it was unnaturally cold– pushing back the stray strands of hair that fell over her face, "Such a pretty face, my doll."

Then the figure got up and his footsteps went farther and farther away. And that sound of shutting happened again. Akina's heart was officially pumping faster than it probably ever had.

Her fears were coming to reality; she could taste death on her tongue and it made her body cramp up.

She wanted to be strong, she wanted to be able to have hope and believe she could make it out safely. But from the gash on her head, and the aching of her body she just didn't know how much strength she could muster to at least try to escape.

She has to at least try, for herself— for him.

She cowardly opened her eyes, using the hair covering her face to her advantage. With her eyes squinting she saw the concrete gray ground that she was currently sitting on. Peering her eyes around, turning her head slightly she noted a couple of things she noticed.

There are stairs, they're wooded and look worn. To her right, there was a small window placed at the top of the wall. And from the many miscellaneous boxes and the table multiple feet in front of her, she came to a conclusion.

I must be in this sicko's basement.

Her heart tightened, she felt her stomach twist from nausea. This was better than nothing, right?

There might be houses near, if I can get out of here I could get help.

She looked towards the stairs, the gears in her head moving at a furious pace; digging for any way to escape.

Going up the stairs would be too dangerous, she glanced at the window, but the window is too high for me to climb out. And moving anything would cause a sound.

In the silence in the basement, Akina's voice in her head was becoming deafening. She was panicking, she started thrashing her tied-up hands behind her.

It's going to have to be the window.

She hurriedly started to rub her tied hands against the pole, hoping if there was enough friction it would rip the rope enough for her to get out of it.

She heard the footsteps above her head. And they were getting closer to the door at the top of the stairs. She went faster, the friction warming her wrists as tears of desperation fell from her eyes, mixing with the layer of sweat on her face.

"C'mon!" She whispered to herself, her voice was strained and it rasped even at a low volume.

The steps stopped, and a jingling of keys was heard. He was fumbling with the key, trying to unlock the door and she could hear it and feel the rope giving up its strength.

Panicking, she looked around, noticing on the table some type of tool. As she stared at it, ready to run for it the door creaked open and as it did with enough force she ripped the rope apart, messily sprinting to the tool that she realized was a hammer.

Crouching beside the table, she was glad the room was darker, the almost dead lightbulb barely shined and there wasn't enough light streaming through
the window for the room to be easily lit.

So he walked down and only till he got to the end of the steps did he notice Akina was no longer there, instead all that remained was the ripped apart rope.

He groaned, she noticed a sharp knife in his hand as his back was facing her and at this moment she felt all of her body run numb, her adrenaline was in a frenzy as she tightened her grip on the hammer; ready to make her strike.

And with one deep breath, she stood up using as much strength she could muster to swing towards her unaware kidnapper.

She could feel his skull resist the hammer as best as it could, and a volatile scream escaped his mouth, and at this moment of weakness she took off up the stairs instinctively.

She didn't know if he was somehow behind her, all she knew as she ran up the stairs into the well-kept home to the door was that she had to run.

Unlocking and flinging open the door her heart plummeted. She couldn't see any house in her eyesight. None even close enough to show up in her vision.

But she couldn't give up now, racing off the porch she ran in the grass, poking her bare feet she ran at least 200 feet to what looked to be a road.

Glancing back she didn't see the man but that didn't make her slow down.

No, she kept on running, running as her feet became bloodied and her body wanting to give out but she couldn't stop until she found safety.

Only then could she stop running.

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