The Color Red

captivity

He starts walking, gesturing for me to follow and I try to catch up even though the previous restraints on my ankles are preventing me to keep up with him.

As we walk out of the dimly lit room and into his grandeur mansion, the sudden change in atmosphere overwhelms me.

The transition from captivity to this sudden lavishness leaves me disoriented, and without warning, my legs give way beneath me, sending me tumbling to the ground.

Jimin halts, a flicker of concern crossing his enigmatic features as he rushes to catch me from my fall.

His hands, surprisingly gentle, steady me before I can fully embrace the floor. The brief touch sends a jolt through me, and then he suddenly let go.

He watches me stumble. The plush carpet cushions my fall, silence lingers in the corridor, broken only by the echo of my unsteady breaths.

Jimin extends a hand, a silent offer of assistance, his expression a curious blend of amusement and something deeper, "Careful," he murmurs, his voice a low and soothing undertone.

Jimin, still holding an unreadable expression, nods subtly toward the servant, who has remained a silent presence in the background.

"Take her to the room," he commands in a voice that brooks no argument.

The servant, his stoic demeanor unwavering, steps forward, gesturing for me to follow.

He leads me up a grand, spiraling staircase, the ornate railings brushing against my fingertips as we head into the upper reaches of his mansion.

The air becomes heady with a mingling scent of ancient wood and musky cologne.

As we step into the vast room, my eyes widen at what unfolds before me.

The walls are adorned in a decadent blend of gold and deep, rich shades of red, casting an almost regal ambiance.

Elaborate tapestries, depicting scenes of an older era, drape across the walls, their details unraveling stories untold.

Soft, ambient lighting enhances the luxurious colors, creating an atmosphere both enchanting and bewildering.

In the center of the room, a massive canopy bed brings my attention, draped in fabrics that seem to shimmer in the light.

The servant gestures toward an elegant vanity decorated with antique brushes and shimmering powders.

As my gaze scans the room, I notice a stunning dress in hues of burgundy and gold, and a selection of jewelry that sparkles like starlight.

The confusion persists, my mind grappling with the surreal contrast between my previous life, the captive moments earlier and the current.

The servant speaks with a measured tone, "Master has prepared attire for the evening. Get ready, and dinner will commence when he is ready for your company."

Alone in the room, I find myself torn between awe and unease.

The thought of preparing for dinner with Jimin later tonight looms, and as I catch my reflection in an ornate mirror, I can't help but wonder what lies beneath the surface of this invitation.

As I sink into the fragrant bubble bath, the warmth envelops me, soothing away the tension from earlier.

Emerging from the bath, I find a plush robe awaiting me, its fabric soft and delicate against my skin.

I dry off and move toward the vanity, where the array of antique brushes and shimmering powders beckons.

The dress, an exquisite creation, hangs like a dream, a promise of transformation for the evening ahead.

As I slip into its embrace, the fabric drapes gracefully, accentuating curves in a way that feels both enchanting and surreal.

Like it was personally made for me.

Turning my attention to the jewelry, I delicately put on the sparkling earrings and necklace.

Is it bad if I somewhat like this? I can't help but feel a bit captivated by him also his unknown.

The captivating allure of Jimin's mystery holds me in its grip, and I can't deny the growing fascination within me.

As I adore myself in the elegant attire he's chosen, I find myself becoming more confident, fueled by a desire to unravel the layers of him.