Can't Escape 3

One

The night was quiet, the kind of stillness that wrapped around you like a heavy blanket. In the dim glow of the moonlight, she stood by the window, her breath fogging the glass. A single wish echoed in her mind, relentless and consuming

"I wish things were different."
It was a simple desire, whispered countless times into the darkness, yet it carried the weight of all her unspoken fears and hidden hopes. Every fibre of her being longed for an escape from the tangled web of her thoughts, from the shadows that danced at the edges of her reality.

As the clock ticked softly in the background, she closed her eyes, allowing herself to imagine a world where her wish had the power to change everything. But in the depths of her mind, she knew that wishes were fragile things, often shattering against the harshness of reality.

Things weren't as her thoughts had imagined. A sudden ache in her heart reminded her of the day she stepped into this household, unsure of what to expect. As the days passed, the hopes and expectations she had carried with her began to unravel, hanging by loose threads.

Her hands trembled, tears staining her cheeks. This wasn't what she wanted, this wasn't what she had wished for, and it certainly wasn't what she needed.

Pain coursed through her body as she opened her eyes. Her knees felt weak as she turned and walked toward the bed, eventually sitting down. Her gaze drifted across the room, settling on the bloodstained floor.

Her own blood. Her vision blurred as she stared at the four walls of the room where she had locked herself in.

Memories flashed before her eyes, each one a reminder of the promises broken and the dreams left unfulfilled. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, but the room seemed to close in on her, the weight of her despair pressing down like an invisible force.

Her mind drifted back to the wish she had whispered so many times. She had hoped for change, for a chance to escape the shadows of her past and find some semblance of peace. Instead, she found herself ensnared in a nightmare, each day blurring into the next with no end in sight.

The blood on the floor was a stark reminder of her reality, a reality she had tried so hard to avoid. But even as she sat there, feeling the sting of her own wounds, she couldn't find a spark of determination to leave this place.

She stood up and entered the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror, she looked right through her own reflection. Her lips trembled as she tried her best not to break into loud cries. She was destroyed to her core from all the tortures inflicted upon her every day.

Her trembling hands pulled her clothes over her shoulders, covering the deep wound that had made her scream just a few minutes ago. The wound seemed much deeper than she had thought. She was terrified of what she saw; she looked nothing like the girl who had entered this house with certainty, hopes, and happiness.

She knew she didn't deserve this, yet she wasn't strong enough to leave. She was a married woman, supposedly the love of her husband's life, but the truth was she wore a facade to fool the world, even her own parents.

To the outside world, she was the perfect wife to a perfect man, but if only they knew what he was really like behind the closed doors of this house. If only they knew how he abused her within these four walls.

She leaned against the sink, trying to steady her breath. The pain from her wound was intense, but it was the emotional scars that hurt the most. She thought about the girl she once was—full of dreams and hope. That girl felt like a distant memory now, overshadowed by the harsh reality she faced daily.

"I have to get out of here," she whispered to herself, even though she didn't fully believe it. The fear of the unknown was paralysing, but so was the thought of spending another day in this house.

Suddenly, the sound of the front door opening jolted her from her thoughts. Panic surged through her veins. He was home. She quickly covered the wound with a bandage and put on a long-sleeved shirt to hide any evidence of the abuse.

As she stepped out of the bathroom, she forced a smile, the mask she wore so often. Her husband walked in, his face a picture of charming deceit. She could almost believe he was the man everyone thought he was.

But as he approached her, she saw the familiar glint in his eyes, the one that promised more pain. Her heart sank, but she held her ground. One day, she vowed silently, she would find the strength to leave. Until then, she would survive, if only to one day reclaim her life.

He was here for it again. He was here. Her husband Kim Taehyung stood right in front of her.

To be continued.
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