Not Just An Infatuation ( COMPLETED )

Chapter 58

Sia slowly regained consciousness, her eyelids heavy as if weighed down by the remnants of her sleep. With a groan, she pried her eyes open, the world appearing as a blur before gradually sharpening into focus. But along with the awakening came a sharp pang in her head, causing her to instinctively reach for her temples, a grimace forming on her lips.

As the fog of sleep lifted, a rush of memories flooded back, hitting her like a tidal wave. Her eyes widened in alarm, her body tensing with a sudden cold apprehension. The events of last night replayed in her mind, each moment etched with vivid clarity. And with a jolt, she realized that she was not in familiar surroundings; this room was foreign to her, alien in its décor and atmosphere.

Her gaze slowly rose, and her breath caught in her throat as she locked eyes with the figure seated before her. He sat there, composed and inscrutable, yet his eyes bore into her with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. She felt her heart constrict with a mixture of fear and disbelief. It couldn't be him, she thought desperately, but there he was, a living embodiment of her worst nightmares.

Tears welled up in Sia's eyes as she struggled to come to terms with the reality of his presence. She wanted to deny it, to convince herself that she was trapped in a cruel dream from which she would soon awaken. But deep down, she knew that this was no illusion; he was here, in the flesh, a haunting reminder of a past she had tried so hard to forget.

With a choked sob, Sia bolted towards the door, her hands gripping the knob with frantic desperation. She twisted and pulled, each futile attempt fueling her panic. She had to escape, to flee from his menacing presence and the memories that threatened to consume her. But her efforts were in vain, as his voice cut through the air with chilling finality.

"Stop, Sia,"

he commanded, his tone devoid of emotion.

"The door won't open to your efforts. Unless I want to ."

The words hung in the air like a death knell, sending Sia spiraling into a pit of despair. Collapsing to the floor, she crumpled into a trembling heap, her sobs echoing in the empty room. She curled into herself, seeking solace in the refuge of her own arms, but finding none. For in that moment, she realized that she was truly alone, at the mercy of the one person she had hoped never to encounter again.

As Sia's trembling form lay huddled on the floor, her heart pounded with a frantic rhythm, echoing the tumultuous turmoil within her. She glanced up at Taehyung through tear-stained eyes, a silent plea for mercy etched upon her features.

"Please, let me go,"

she begged, her voice choked with fear and desperation.

"I won't tell anyone, I promise. Just please, let me leave this place."

But Taehyung remained unmoved, his stoic demeanor unwavering as he regarded her with an inscrutable gaze.

"You know I can't do that, Sia,"

he stated flatly, his voice devoid of remorse.

A shiver of dread coursed through Sia's veins as Taehyung's words hung heavy in the air. She knew all too well the consequences of defying him, yet the prospect of being trapped in his clutches was a fate she couldn't bear to accept.

" please don't hurt me,"

she pleaded, her voice trembling with raw vulnerability.

A cruel smirk tugged at the corners of Taehyung's lips as he leaned closer, his eyes gleaming with malice.

"Oh, I have no intention of hurting you, Sia,"

he whispered, his voice laced with menace.

"But if you insist on leaving, then you'll never see your parents again."