Ataraxia (SaeranxReader)

Toy

-Chapter 4: Toy-

"Whatever the hell our souls are made of, they are all the same."

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Halls..halls..endless halls..

We had been walking along long corridors for about 10-15 minutes, and my beloved kidnapper, whose name I didn't even know, had tied my hands behind my back after he stopped the car. When I had tried to protest, "I swear I'll fucking kill you if you try to do something stupid." he had hissed in my ear.

Liar.

If he was going to kill me, I'm sure he would have killed me in the first place, in front of that apartment building. I couldn't get rid of your dead body, my ass.

I didn't know what he wanted from me. I had nothing to give him except my life. I was beginning to think that he didn't want my life either, since I was still alive even though he was constantly threatening me with it.

I was wondering why he asked me to enter that apartment. What was his plan? I mean, he definitely had a plan because he said I ruined it.

The rope holding my wrists was starting to hurt me. I looked up into his eyes and muttered. "Untie my hands, I'm not going to run away. Even if I do, I guess I can't get out of this building."

"Shut the fuck up, airhead." he hissed under his breath, while dragging me to the big doors in front of us. I guess we finally arrived.

The big room we entered was probably a throne room, but ironically, the building we were in was not a palace. Before I could even look around, I found myself on the ground in front of the throne. With a sudden hiss, I turned my head back. Mint green eyes stared down at me mercilessly.

I could have sworn that he really hated me.

"Saeran, you shouldn't treat our guest like that. She's a lady."

So Saeran was his name.

Saeran.

The mint green eyed devil that ruined my life.

Saeran rolled his eyes and muttered something under his breath, I was sure I heard 'fuck' between his sentences. Since I didn't dare to get up from the ground and my knees still hurt, I just lifted my head and looked at the source of the sound. A beautiful woman with long wavy blonde hair was looking at me. Her emerald green eyes stared at me. Kindly. This was surprising.

These were the only eyes that looked at me with compassion in two days. But then, mint green eyes came back to life in my mind. Those mint green eyes that flicker when I reach for the radio in the car, only to ask him permission for just one song.

"Untie her wrists. She's not a prisoner of war after all." she smiled at me sincerely.

Saeran knelt behind me, muttering to himself, and untied my hands. I rubbed my wrists as I freed myself from the rope. Had he tied the rope so tightly on purpose, for some reason I felt that way. "This little girl ruined our plan, Savior." Saeran muttered in a bored voice. "It was risky to kill her on the spot, so I brought her here." 

Savior..so i am probably in a cult. I prayed in my heart that it wouldn't be some ridiculous orgy cult with sex at their ceremonies.

Actually, when I looked at the people in the room, I saw nothing but silk navy blue and gold embroidered robes and hoodies covering their bodies. The woman sitting on the throne in front of me, whom Saeran addressed as Savior, also wore a white silk robe with gold embroidery. I guess it's because she's the leader.