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36. Canary's cry

Jimin

My hands were tied as I was scooped and carried to the Bentley. My eyes were covered, but I was sure that even without a blindfold, it must be dark outside. I had the privilege to see the clock with my own eyes in the restaurant.

My concentration was on counting again. As I crossed three thousand and five hundred, my heart started pounding with an acute awareness. I couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was, but my gut was raw with an aversion to something big, something really wrong.

The car stopped at exactly three thousand and six hundred and I held my breath. Maybe he changed his mind and he was going to kill me now to save himself the trouble. Maybe we weren't back in the city. Maybe we were in the abandoned area where serial attackers made headlines all the time. Maybe he was one of those attackers who never got caught. Was I even his first? Will I be his last?

I was stumbling in my own head at my thoughts when a cry made my ears perk and goosebumps skated down my spine. It was a canary.

It could've been any canary in the world, but something in me told me that it was no ordinary bird. It was the one who came to me to feed it.

I was sobbing without any voice when he gripped my elbow and started guiding me inside the house. I needed to look around. He must have noticed how stiff I had become. "Hurry up, dollie," I felt the metal nozzle touching my temple and I moved my feet in a panic.

I was probably an inch close to my freedom if I could somehow run away from here, or it could be my death looking at me from a distance, mocking my pathetic efforts while bidding its time.

As I was pushed into the house, my legs stumbled on three stairs and I fell forward. The sounds were blocked after the door was closed with a bang. "Ms. Vega?" He called and I gasped, every movement, each swoosh of air around me felt like a scathing attack. "Please d-don't disturb us tonight!" And then he was laughing maniacally.

Grabbing my elbow, he pulled me up and carried me into his arms. I was tongue-tied, unable to form words, and in complete shock. He was strong, which was given. With six feet and five inches, he towered most men. Even though his build was lean, he was pure strength and muscle. Jungkook would be no match for him, never mind me.

He put me down and I could tell I was back in the same room where I was for maybe weeks. The air tasted stale suddenly. 

When he took off my handcuffs, I breathed better. I needed to reach the razor in my sock because my gut told me. "Please remove my blindfold," I asked him slowly.

"D-dollie, I want you to be blindfolded tonight. I have a s-surprise for you. I p-promise you'll enjoy me as much as I'll e-enjoy you," he put my palm over his clothed boner and that was it.

The adrenaline that rushed in my body was enough to fight with god himself if he appeared in front of me and told me that this was my fate and I needed to accept it. I twisted his balls so hard that he doubled over in pain. I heard his scream and then a thud. 

Snatching away my blindfold, I tried to jerk towards the door. He got in the passageway, his stretched arm in my reach. I looked around crazily and found the window. "DOLLIE! NO! I WILL FUCK YOU HARD FOR THIS!" He screamed when I reached the big pane and opened it.

My heart dropped in my stomach when I took in the sight in front of me.

There it was, my manor.

It all came to me why he kept the windows boarded and kept me tied. It was so that I couldn't wander around and find out I was this close to home. I was feeling a big loss. Had I tried harder, I wouldn't have been stuck here when my freedom was at an arm's distance.