A Killer's Obsession

Chapter 9

Aera Pov:

It had been two whole weeks since I had been kidnapped. I barely spoke or moved much, instead sitting in the corner of the room only standing up to get food or go to the bathroom. Every hour or so one of the members would come to check in on me. I refused to acknowledge their presence, much to their frustration. One day, the door opened and Mingyu approached my huddled figure.

"Get up. "

I didn't move.

"Didn't you hear me?" He repeated.

I sighed and glanced upwards.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"Minghao and I want to take you out shopping.''

I sat up interested. Maybe if I could get the layout of the house, I could escape! Unfortunately for me, Mingyu seemed to have been prepared for my plan. He suddenly wrapped a blindfold over my eyes and gently took my hand.

"I know what you want to do, missy. Don't even try!"

"Without my sight, I can't even try if I wanted to." I muttered.

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

A few minutes later, the blindfold was finally removed and I realized that I was sitting inside a car. To my despair the windows were tinted totally obscuring my vision. Minghao was already in the driver's seat.

"Where are we going?" I asked, a bit curious.

"To the mall to get you new clothes." Mingyu answered.

"What's wrong with my current attire?" I spluttered, a bit offended.

"Nothing. It's just that since you'll be staying with us for a while, we just decided it would be nice to get you some more garments." Minghao stated the matter of factly.

"Ugh. Not like I wanted to stay with you." I huffed.

There was no answer from the two males.

When we reached the mall, Mingyu immediately hooked his arm between mine.

"There will be just two rules you need to follow. You will NOT leave our side and you will let us do the TALKING. Understand?"

I nodded. What choice did I have?

As we walked through the stores Minghao began to show different sets of clothing asking which one I preferred. It quickly became clear that I had a very obvious preface.

"Jeans or black leggings?"

"Black leggings."

"White crop top or black crop top?"

"Black crop top."

"Tan shorts or black shorts?"

"Black shorts."

"Grey sweater, or black hoodie?"

"Black hoodie."

At some point Minghao became a bit frustrated at my lack of diverse color palette.

"Girl, choose some color! Damn!"

I shrugged. It was my personal preference after all. After an hour, we left the mall. The ride back home was quiet, and when I arrived back at my room, I noticed some gifts left by BooSeokSoon. There were markers and sketch paper, some plushies, and bars of chocolate. I set down the bags of newly bought clothing and sighed. Did they really think gifts were going to buy my trust?