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III

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Violet

-Unknown Residence-

I clutch my chest, feeling the rapid thud beneath my palm, the pounding in my head echoing like a drum. I immediately sit up, gasping for air, my lungs burning as if I've been underwater for too long. Was it a nightmare? My body felt drained of energy and my limbs became heavy. My memories gone to shit but more importantly, this isn't my room.

And no— it wasn't a nightmare.
Panic surges through me as I take in the unfamiliar surroundings – the cold, sterile walls, the dim light casting eerie shadows.

This isn't my room!?

My senses slowly return, and I retreat to the corner of the headboard, my breath coming in quick, shallow bursts. Oh god, have I been taken?

"You're awake," a voice calls out from the dark, smooth and unsettling, which startled me.

I peer into the dark corner of the room, my eyes adjusting painfully slowly, until a figure begins to take shape. To my horror, it was the man from that night

"Who the fuck are you? What do you want from me!?" My body shakes and I was completely exhausted. Yet, I was ready to flee any second now.

"There's no need to be hostile, Dear," he says, in such a calm, almost soothing tone which only heightened my senses. Just who the fuck is this sick man?

"What do you want from me?" I ask again.

  "Is it money?" I find myself on my knees, sinking into the mattress. However much he wanted, I was ready to give. I didn't care, as long as I was returned safely.

"Money?" His voice carries a hint of offense, and he chuckles silently, the sound sending chills down my spine.

It's a dark, sinister laugh that makes my skin crawl. His presence was suffocating, a dark cloud that looms over me, threatening to consume me.
I can see his eyes now, its emeralds glinting in the dim light, filled with a predatory gleam.

"Why are you doing this?"

His movements are slow at first, like a predator stalking its prey. "Because, Violet," he says, his voice a low, dangerous purr, "you're mine now."

The weight of his words settles over me, a crushing realization that leaves me breathless.
Is he fucking insane? My body trembles, my mind racing to find a way out, but there's no escape. Not from him. He appears distant for a moment, but the next instant, he looms at the bedside, mere inches away from me.

"What do you want—"

   "I don't need anything from you," His gentle touch glides from my head, caressing down my face with such tenderness that it repulses me.

   "Don't touch me you freak!" I pull away, rushing to get on my feet and ready to flee.

   "Agh!" A scorching pain spreads across my scalp as my hair is violently yanked, dragging me back onto the bed.

He grips a tight fistful of my hair, his hold unyielding and merciless. "Do not make this harder than it has to be, darling,"

"Let go of me!" I retort, my survival instincts flaring to life.

Get up! Move Violet!

Adrenaline courses through my veins, fueling my desperate struggle. Without a second thought, I kick my feet wildly, my legs thrashing in a frantic attempt to break free. My hands claw at him with a ferocity I didn't know I possessed, my nails digging into his flesh as I fight against his overpowering grip.