Tortured Love [TK]

SEVEN

I jolt awake, the luxury of the room around me feeling like a mockery. The furniture is exquisite, yet it all feels like a gilded cage. The memories of last night crash over me like a tidal wave. It's been more than 24 hours, and I've been kidnapped. What the fuck is happening? I notice I'm dressed in clothes that aren't mine, a chilling reminder of my captivity.

The door creaks open, and the same man who did all this steps inside. He moves with a predator's grace, sitting on the bed beside me. His eyes are cold, void of any humanity. "Baby, you're awake," he says, his voice a dark caress. "Here, open your mouth, say 'ahhh.'"

The command sends a shiver down my spine. The darkness in his gaze makes my skin crawl. I try to pull away, but his grip tightens, fingers digging painfully into my jaw. "Open your mouth," he repeats, a sinister edge to his words, "or I will make you."

I slap the spoon away, stand up from the bed, and put a safe distance between us. "Who the fuck are you, and what do you want from me?" I demand, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and anger.

He takes a deep breath, his eyes narrowing. "It's very bad manners to throw food," he says, his tone dripping with cold menace. "If you do that again, I swear I'll make you wear mittens." He picks up the spoon with a chilling calmness, placing it back on the serving plate.

His eyes lock onto mine, a cruel smile tugging at his lips. "Now, sit down, baby. We have a lot to talk about, and I promise, you won't like the consequences of defiance."

Grabbing a vase beside me, I try to scare him. "Whoever you are, leave me alone. I have no relationship with you!"

He laughs, the sound dark and mocking, and moves to the bedside table. He pulls out some papers and photos, a sinister glint in his eyes. "We have a relationship, darling," he says, his voice dripping with malice. "I'm your beloved husband. You see your own thumbprint here," he continues, showing me the documents.

My heart races as I see my own thumbprint on the marriage papers. "This can't be real," I stammer, my voice barely a whisper.

"Oh, it's very real," he replies, his smile widening. "And now, you belong to me. Every part of you is mine."

"No! You made me do it. I don't accept this marriage!" I shout, my voice breaking.

He looks at me with mock pity. "Poor you, but your opinion doesn't matter, Kim Jungkook."

I look at him, incredulous. "I'm not Kim, I'm Jeon," I retort.

He steps closer, his eyes cold and predatory. "You're whoever I say you are," he says, his voice a chilling whisper. "You belong to me now, and you will accept this marriage, whether you like it or not."

"You used to be Jeon, but now you're Kim. Stop your tantrum and eat," he shouts, his voice echoing with authority. "I won't tolerate misbehavior, as you don't know what I'm capable of. You've only seen 1% of my madness, understand?"

I gulp hard, the weight of his words sinking in as he leaves the room. The door locks behind him with a resounding click, trapping me in this nightmare.

Shit. I run towards the door and bang on it, but no one opens it. I slump down against the door frame, my mind reeling. How has my life been turned completely upside down in just one day? Tears of frustration and fear blur my vision as I try to comprehend the nightmare I've been thrust into.

I remember my parents. They must be worried about me. Have they already informed the police? I keep thinking about how I completed my shift, went home, ate food, and slept. And the next morning, I woke up here. Who is he, even?

My mind races through every detail of that night, trying to find some clue, some hint of how I ended up in this twisted situation. How did this stranger infiltrate my life so completely? My heart aches with the thought of my parents, imagining their panic and fear. I just want to go home, to feel safe again, but it all seems so impossible now.