L'AMOUR DE MA VIE

Ep 35: Found

Winter's P.O.V

"Fuck," I muttered, staring at my reflection in the dirty, cracked mirror.My nose was bruised and bloodied, a stark reminder of my latest failed escape attempt. I ran my fingers gently over the swollen skin, wincing at the pain.

My stomach growled loudly, reminding me that I hadn't eaten in what felt like days. The small, dark room where they kept me had no windows, making it impossible to tell how much time had passed. The only light came from a single bulb hanging from the ceiling, flickering occasionally as if it might go out at any moment.

I glanced at the door, knowing it was locked, and sighed. The chains around my wrists clinked softly as I moved, their cold metal biting into my skin. I had tried everything to break free, but my captors had thought of everything. Every time I tried to fight back or escape, they were always one step ahead."Hold on, Winter," I whispered to myself. "Just hold on a little longer."

My mind raced with thoughts of what might happen next. Would they come back soon? Would they finally let me go, or was this just the beginning of a much longer ordeal? I had to stay strong, had to keep fighting. But with every passing minute, the hope inside me flickered, just like that dim, unreliable light above.

Suddenly, a clap vibrated across the room, making me flinch.

"I applaud your resilience and your boldness to escape like that. You're definitely a carbon copy of your grandfather," Mr. Choi said, laughing.I turned slowly, trying to mask my fear. Mr. Choi stood in the doorway, his presence filling the small room with an oppressive weight. He was a tall, imposing figure, his sharp eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and menace. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click."I see the resemblance more and more each day," he continued, his voice dripping with condescension. "He, too, was a fighter, always trying to outsmart me. Of course he succeeded you didn't "

I just glared at him as he continued to laugh.

He turned to leave, his laughter echoing in the small room. As the door closed behind him, I felt a surge of determination. I wouldn't let him win. No matter what it took, I would find a way to escape.

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Karina's P.O.V

"It's Mr. Choi," my grandfather said, his voice filled with an odd mix of recognition and regret.

I looked at him in confusion. He spoke the name as if it belonged to an old friend, not the monster who held me captive.

"You seem familiar with him?" I asked, glancing at the photo James had given me after investigating my father's phone. The grainy image showed Mr. Choi standing next to my father, both of them looking much younger. The sight of them together sent a shiver down my spine.

My grandfather sighed, his eyes clouded with memories. "Mr. Choi and I... we go way back. We were friends once, long before he became the man he is now. We were young and ambitious, but our paths diverged sharply."