He owned Me [Completed]

1: Freedom

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Tilting her head to the side, Saya stared at her reflection skimming through every part of her face that was perfected with flawless makeup. With a smug smile dancing on her lips, she flipped her voluminous wavy hair, and some strands fell over her glittered smoky eyes. She batted her fake eyelashes before wiping the red lipstick off and staining the corner of her lips.

Humming to the slow jazz playing in the background, she took the tissue from the box lying on top of the vanity table and rubbed off her eyeliner and mascara, creating a huge mess around her eyes. Peeling off her eyelashes, she threw them in disgust.

"Fuck" she cursed rubbing the tissues against her skin but the makeup that remained flawless even after two days of her being unconscious was stubborn. When she was done trying to clean off her face, she was left looking like pure madness, and to cement the look she grinned menacingly at herself showing all of her teeth.

Iconic, She thought to herself, and throwing her head backward she burst into laughter at her reflection that reminded her cheap version of Harley Quinn. Only when a sharp pinch jabbed her shoulder, did she remember she was still injured from the gunshot.

"It won't work, you know?" the deep baritone voice echoed from behind and she pivoted her head to her face the man giving her a disgruntled look.

Shoving his hands into the pocket of his pants, the man ambled in front of her from the door. Opening the drawer he pulled out the makeup remover and then damped the tissues with it to gently cleanse her skin

Saya stared at the face that was the definition of perfection. Caramel skin with features that appeared to be carved out by the hands of gods, unlike her, he didn't require even a touch of cosmetics to appear flawless because Kimeron Taehyung; the second son of Damian was what the beauty standard of their country based on. Even while wearing a plain blue shirt and loose trousers, he looked like a model stepping out of a photo shoot.

"Not even my father has the power to stop him" Taehyung reminded her as he carefully scrubbed the makeup off.

Once he was done, she no longer looked like the vixen the world saw her. With the layer of foundation gone her pores were visible, her cheeks appeared chubbier without the contour,  her lips thinner than the lipliner made them seem and her eyes were no longer dreamy but dull and lifeless with visible dark circles.

"Do I look like I care?" Saya rolled her eyes.

"What are you trying to pull off?" Taehyung chuckled throwing the tissues in the bin and cocked his eyebrows

"The moment he gets the news of you waking up, he will be back from his rampage and I can only imagine the havoc he will create finding about your demands" he mentioned tilting his head and trying to study her blank expression.

"It's not that I will be here to witness" Saya gave him a lopsided smirk.

"He can go and burn down the city..." She giggled without a hint of concern

"He can soak the roads with blood...I don't give a crap because by the time he will get the news I will be gone" she whistled pretending her hand was a plane that was soaring through the sky.

"Really and how will that happen, Diva?" with an amused smile, he dragged the second stool in front of her vanity and sat down giving her his full attention.

"What do you mean how?" Saya almost snorted at his stupid question.

"Do you have a passport? or a valid ID?" The question blindsided her, leaving her speechless. She had never given any consideration to how she might one day flee the gilded cage that had held her captive for as long as she could remember. Until now, the need for documentation or identification had never arisen. Homeschooled since birth, she had never set foot beyond the sprawling estate without a retinue of Jungkook's men to shepherd her. No friends, no family. No concept of life beyond the fortress walls that enclosed her world. She was adrift, with no compass to guide her toward freedom

"Your identity is what my family gave to you" Folding his arms he urged her to continue, "So tell me, I am really interested to know  what are you planning to do without one?" Saya was speechless for a moment but she quickly gathered herself to counter back.

"I have money, I can easily buy a fake one" she exclaimed annoyed whipping her head away back to her reflection. 

"And who is gonna sell you a fake passport so that you can run away? I am curious to know the people adventurous enough to mess with my family?" His words managed to hit every nerve in her system and she riled her fist up irritated by his mocking tone.

"Shut up" Saya hissed giving Taehyung a warning look and he shook his head tittering.

"You are so naive, Diva. Do you really think you can be freed just by asking my father when it was never in his hand? He loves my brother too much. He might keep his word by allowing you to leave the house but until you are in this land you are never free " The corner of his lips rose with a crooked smile.

Saya snickered at his words because they were the details she missed calculating. She was so occupied celebrating her freedom that she shunned the fact that the entire country belonged to them.

"Fuck off," In an absolute frenzy, she yelled at the man before her and threw the first thing she could find against the mirror shattering it.

"Oh, I didn't mean to anger you. I was just telling you the truth" Taehyung raised his hands in defense. He was beaming at her frustrated state.

"GO AWAY" She sneered banging her hand on the table causing her injury to burst open and blood to seep out of her bandages.

"No wonder my brother is hardly sane. Having to bear that anger of yours every single day, I pity him" He pinched the bridge of his nose mentally pitying his younger half-brother.

"Anyways, enjoy your so-called freedom," he announced getting up on his feet. Fetching out the keys from his pocket, threw them at her which Saya managed to catch despite her distracted state.

"Keys for the apartment near Basin, I will send the doctor to repatch your wound" Straightening his shirt, Taehyung prepared himself to leave.

"Why are you helping me?" Saya grumbled through her gritting teeth, glaring at the guy before her with reproachful eyes as she was well aware, that sympathy was the last thing she could expect from the man before her. She had known him since their childhood and the guy only extended his help if it benefited him.

"You never bothered" she scoffed at the level of duality the guy before she had.

"Because I care for Jungkook, and he needs some time off a nasty bitch like you" Taehyung growled with disgust before trotting out of the room.

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