Hellish Love

CHAPTER 4 : [3]

A/N: HIIIIII, I'm alive.

I know it has been a long time and I am sorry again huhu school just started a few months ago and my schedule is packed more than what I expected.

I still try to sneak Wattpad into my short breaks and here is the new chapter. Anyways, stay safe and enjoy reading!

I cannot move a single muscle.

I will not question why.

Based on what I am feeling, I am lying down on, hopefully, my mattress while the soft blanket provided me warmth. Mere seconds passed with me staying on the same position since I just had the consciousness. I had my eyes closed but thoughts continued to flow in my mind. Particularly on the occurrence yesterday. I cannot seem to take a grip on how I actually ended up before I slept like I was induced in a coma due to the intensity.

The party with Kang Seulgi, the small meeting with Park Chaeyoung, and my father when I got home. Next morning was the usual, Kim Namjoon, then that perverted trainer. And then what? There were no memories of me returning to my weakening stance after I was knocked on the floor. How did I go here? I can perceive the state of my body as of the moment, however the bell still does not ring inside my head.

Then, I began sensing a wave of cramps on my legs as I caged the sounds, yearning to come out, in my pursing dry lips; The muscles aggressively tensing, feels like something inside of it is mutating, rippling in my chunks of flesh. After all, it was beaten up pretty badly. I attempted to take my mind off of the discomfort to have it fade by itself later on.

Becoming desperate on remembering what had happened, my temples ached before a resounding low voice echoed to the corners of my skull. "Bring her to the bedroom." were the words that repeat like it's in a loop that's surrounding my brain. Bring me to the what?! My mind, becoming unclean, expected the worst to happen while I proceed to mentally digging deeper on to my memories in hopes of a different outcome.

The same deep voice entered my ears from the other side of the room.

"Bring her to the bedroom."

No, no, NO!

I forced my eyes to open. Right before me was a standing tall buff male. Broad shoulders and muscly forearms covering the light of the room, his shadow dominating my figure. A smirk plastered on his face that I wanted to scrape off so bad. I did not want his hands touching me.

But it was all numb. I scrunched my eyebrows in concentration as well as putting more force to the thought. What happened after this? Why could not I remember? Was I drugged?

The pain became unbearable that it coerced my body into moving instinctively; The cramping leg bended which put pressure on my probably bruised knee. As a consequence, I felt a bone cracking, forcing an uncontrollable scream from my lips and I now had my eyes wide open, unable to feel drowsy to go back to sleep. I feel nothing but pain.

Not in the clinic ward but inside my bedroom, under my duvet. The blinding sunlight piercing through the window pain, giving natural light in the room. I then carefully moved my whole body to a more comfortable position wherein, by the way, is an aggravatingly painful task. The surroundings of mine is quite peaceful today. I think of it as a bad situation. Since it always is. Why is it silent? Even the birds are not chirping.

Abruptly, the door opened making me snap my head towards it. Standing before me was Kim Namjoon with a tray of food in his grasp. A relieved expression on his typically stoic face. I cannot try hard to sit, while he closed the door using his foot. Although he remains reserved, I can see his jaw clenching and eyes boring through the tray in his hands, concentrating as if he is guarding it with all his might. Cute, what? His very slow footsteps coming onto my direction were the only one making sounds but then I coerced my throat to shove some words out of my mouth.