The Dark Night - JJK

CHAPTER-EIGHT

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                                                       Yn's pov

I slowly drifts back towards consciousness as the first light of dawn starts to filter in through the curtains. My eyelids flutter slightly, my body gradually becoming aware of its surroundings. Groggy and disoriented, it takes me a few moments to remember where i'm  and what happened the night before.

As my mind clears, the events of the previous night come back to me in a rush. The figure, the drugs, the helplessness and surrender. The memories are stark and vivid, and a pang of fear and confusion pierces through me as i remembers feeling utterly at his mercy.

I tries to move, to sit up and get my bearings, but my body feels heavy and sluggish, still under the effects of whatever drugs he gave me the night before. I groans softly, trying to find the strength to push through the fog of drowsy exhaustion that's clinging to me.

I manages to roll over onto my side, every movement slow and labored. I squints as i looks around the room, trying to make sense of my surroundings.

The realization that i in my own room somehow makes the situation even more unsettling. I turns my gaze towards the door to the room, I pulse quickening as I wonders if he is still in the house, if he's lurking just outside the door, waiting for me to wake up.

I swallows hard,my mouth dry and my throat aching slightly. I tries to remember more about the previous night, but my memories are hazy and disjointed, fragments of images and sensations that don't quite make sense.

I gingerly tries to sit up, propped up on my elbows. Even that simple movement drains my energy, my limbs feeling weak and shaky. I closes my eyes, taking deep, steadying breaths as i tries to push through the grogginess and the faint nausea that's starting to swirl in my stomach.

As my mind slowly clears, i starts to remember a few more details. The figure's voice, low and commanding. The feel of the medication on my tongue, bitter and unpleasant. The way he touched my hair, almost tenderly. The way he whispered that i was his now.

I reaches the door,my hand shaking as i reaches for the handle. I hesitates for a moment, my heart pounding in my ears, wondering what i'll find when i opens it. The thought of facing the figure again makes my stomach twist into knots.

But i has to do it. I can't stay here, i can't let him control me. With trembling fingers, i turns the handle and pushes the door open.

The hallway outside is quiet and dimly lit, the door opening silently. There's no sign of him anywhere, no sound of footsteps or movement. The house is eerily still.

I stands at the doorway, my eyes darting around anxiously, my whole body tense with fear and anticipation. I not sure if i relieved or more scared that he's nowhere in sight.

I takes a step out into the hallway, my legs still unsteady beneath me. I closes the door behind me as quietly as i can, my heart pounding in my ears as i starts to make my way down the hallway, my footsteps soft and hesitant.