The moment when I close my eyes
All I see is red lights
Shh
알잖아 널 가만히 둘 수 없는 걸
𝓗𝔂𝓾𝓷𝓳𝓲𝓷 𝓟𝓞𝓥
I woke up to you see it was bright outside and the red lights were off. I was confused before I looked in front of me to see the other side empty and that's when I remember what we did last night. I sat up in a panic, my limbs no longer chained and I try to stand up but fell immediately. I felt pain in my rear and my wrists were red with chain marks on them. I start to cry, not from pain but from what I felt. Disgust. I felt disgusting. I felt like I brought that night upon myself. I killed Felix. I killed my friend, my best friend, my brother... I curled up in a ball on the floor and cried.
'Now you will never leave.' His words. His voice. It rang in my head over and over as I cried in silence. He was right, I can't leave, I have no one to help me. I'm alone...with him. He took my life, my dignity, my freedom, my friends, everything... He did this to me. HE hurt me. HE killed whatever happiness I had left in me. I have no choice, I have to stay with him. If I run, he'll chase me, if I hide, he'll find me, if I fight back, he'll punish me. He planned this...he knew I wouldn't be able to escape. He knew no one would believe me. He knew I would give up, my best course of action is to just deal with it.
I didn't even realize someone was shaking me until they tried to pick up my head. I panicked and punched them as hard as I can while trying to crawl away. "Hey hey it's ok...I won't hurt you..." they said. I looked to see a girl who looked about 22 maybe older. She reached out to me and I didn't move. She help me up and got me into the bath and started to fill it with water. "Who are you? Why are you helping me? Where is that assh- I mean, Chan?" I asked all at once. She turned off the water after the tub filled and began to scrub me with a rag. "I'm Lisa. I'm helping you because I am your servant from now on and Master Chan is at an interview." she said while using the shower head to clean off all the soap.
After a few minutes of talking, we realized that we kinda have some stuff in common, one of them being that we hate Chan. She turned off the water and drained the water that was in the tub and then gave me a towel to dry off. She was respectful and made sure not to look at me while I dried off, she's way better than Chan. We walked out of the bathroom and I sat on the bed while she took out some clothes for me. "So why do you hate Chan?" I asked. "Do you want the whole list or half of it?" she said with a chuckle while digging in the closet. "I'll take half." I say as I lay down on the bed looking at the ceiling.
"Well, he's manipulative, he would date people just to hurt and Rape them, when they would run away or try to go to the police, he would kill them. He uses his fame as an excuse to hurt people saying he is stressed and needs to release his anger. He abuses his workers and forces them to kill so he wouldn't get his hands dirty. He is completely different with his fans. Need I go on?" She ranted. I sat up after she put the clothes on the bed and began to get dressed after she turned around. "Nope. But the fact that he had past lovers is crazy. But why didn't he kill me when I ran away?" I wondered as I put on the sweatpants. "I don't know, maybe you're special?" She said.
"Special how? I was just an average broke uni student who met him at his event...why am still alive if he killed all his past lovers for running away?" I wondered putting on the hoodie. "You can look now by the way." I say. As Lisa turned to face me she answered my question. "It's a mystery, he has never acted like this to his lover before but one thing is for sure, it's not out of love, if I could, I would help but I can't, not right now, but I promise I will try my best to help you." She said. "Thank you but it's best if you just don't do anything, I don't want anyone else dying because of me." I said as I sit back down on the bed.
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Red Lights
FanfictionBased on Stray Kids song Red lights ======================================== According to most people, love is a precious thing. A necessity to live a good life. But sometimes, love isn't really love. Sometimes it's an obsession, an excuse to have p...
