Not Just An Infatuation ( COMPLETED )

chapter 67

Sia sat motionless on the edge of the bed, her eyes fixed on the wall in front of her. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow from a single lamp casting long shadows across the walls. The once luxurious space now felt like a cage—a gilded prison where every corner reminded her of the man who had brought her to this point. Her breath was shallow, each inhale a painful reminder of the brutal treatment she had endured.

Her body was a canvas of suffering. Dark red and purple bruises adorned her skin, each mark a testament to the cruelty she had faced. Every movement sent a sharp, stabbing pain through her muscles, as if invisible knives were twisting into her flesh. The pain was relentless, a constant companion that refused to let her forget what had happened. The doctor had tended to her physical wounds with clinical precision, applying ointments and bandages that did little to soothe the agony she felt. But there was nothing he could do for the wounds she bore within—wounds that ran far deeper than the surface of her skin.

Sia’s heart felt like it had been shattered into a thousand pieces, each shard lodged in her chest, cutting her from the inside. The emotional scars left by Taehyung’s punishment were far more devastating than the physical ones. She had been stripped of her dignity, her spirit crushed under the weight of his power. The helplessness she felt was overwhelming, suffocating her with every passing second.

She had fought so hard, clinging to the hope that she could escape, that she could somehow find a way out of the nightmare her life had become. But now, that hope was gone, extinguished by the brutal reality of her situation. Taehyung had shown her just how powerful he was, and how powerless she was in comparison. He had taken everything from her—her freedom, her will, her very sense of self. She was nothing in front of him, a mere pawn in his twisted game.

Tears welled in her eyes, but she didn’t bother to wipe them away. They fell silently down her cheeks, mixing with the dried blood and sweat that still clung to her skin. There was no point in crying, no point in fighting. She had lost. She had learned her lesson, just as he wanted. The realization hit her like a cold wave, numbing her to everything else.

Her mind was a storm of conflicting emotions—fear, anger, despair. But above all, there was a crushing sense of resignation. Sia knew now that there was no escape from Taehyung. He had made sure of that. He had broken her, molded her into what he wanted her to be: obedient, compliant, devoid of hope.

She was trapped, not just in this mansion, but in her own body, her own mind. The bruises on her skin would eventually fade, but the wounds in her heart and mind would never heal. They were permanent reminders of her defeat, of her submission to the man who controlled every aspect of her life.

Sia’s eyes drifted to the door, half-expecting Taehyung to walk in at any moment. But even that thought didn’t stir the fear it once did. She was too tired, too broken to care anymore. She had accepted her fate, accepted that she was nothing more than a possession to him—a beautiful, broken doll that he could play with as he pleased.

—----------------_—-----------------------_—-----

.

The quiet was shattered by the soft creak of the bedroom door. Sia didn’t need to look up to know who it was; the oppressive presence of Taehyung filled the room even before he stepped inside. He closed the door behind him, the click of the latch sounding like a finality that sealed her fate.

In his hand, he carried a small tray with various medical supplies—bandages, ointments, and antiseptics. Taehyung approached her with measured steps, his expression unreadable, but his eyes were sharp, observing her every move. He stopped beside the bed, towering over her as she sat hunched and defeated.