YOU'RE MINE [ LINGORM ]

[02]

Expect Incorrect Grammars Typos As English Is Not My Primary Language, Hoping for your understanding. Thank you.

⚠️🔞 WARNING 🔞⚠️
This content may contain sensitive themes, language, violence, sexual content, or drug references that are not suitable for young readers. If you are not open-minded, this story may not be suitable for you.

This story is purely a product of my imagination, any resemblance to real-life places, things, or events is purely coincidental.

3RD PERSON POV:

(@LINGLING'S MANSION)

The opulent mansion loomed above the city, a gilded cage that imprisoned me, ORM KORNNAPHAT. They called it "Hell," a name that wasn't so far off the mark.  Within these walls, LINGLING’s word was law, her whims and desires the only rule that mattered.

It had been two weeks since the charade of our marriage, two weeks since I had become a prisoner in my own life. Every day was a carefully orchestrated performance, a constant dance around LINGLING’s ever-shifting moods.

I had been forbidden from leaving the house without her permission.  Even my work, the one thing that had once given me purpose and a sense of control, had been usurped.  My phone, my lifeline to the outside world, was constantly monitored.  Every conversation, every email, every text message, meticulously scrutinized.

And yet, I was still alive.  I was still breathing.  I was still ORM KORNNAPHAT, a woman of cunning and ambition, a woman who wouldn't be broken, wouldn't be subdued.

But it was a battle, a constant fight for survival in a world where I felt utterly trapped.


The gentle buzz of my phone broke through the suffocating silence of the mansion.  It was Ying, my best friend, my lifeline to a world beyond LINGLING’s suffocating grip.

“Wanna join with us?” she asked, her voice a beacon of normalcy in the unsettling stillness of my life.

“Sure, where?” I inquired, a glimmer of hope flickering in my chest.

“At GOLDEN BAR,” she replied.

“New bar?” I asked, a sliver of excitement creeping into my voice.  It was a new bar, a new place, a chance to breathe, to feel a semblance of freedom.

“Yes, it just opened last week,” she responded.  "Come on, it’ll be fun!”

“Okay, send the location,” I said, my fingers tapping the screen of my phone.

“Okay, see you there,” she replied.

“Okay, see you, bye,” I said, ending the call.

A wave of relief washed over me.  It was just a night out, a chance to escape the suffocating grip of LINGLING’s watchful gaze.  But it was also a chance to make a plan, to start to think about my escape.  I had to get out of this gilded cage.  I had to reclaim my life, my freedom.  And I had to find a way to bring down LINGLING, to expose her for the monster she truly was.

 (@THE GOLDEN BAR)

The GOLDEN BAR was a bustling hub of activity, a haven of laughter and music, a stark contrast to the oppressive silence of LINGLING’s mansion.  Ying and Yoko, my other best friend, were already seated at a table, their smiles bright, their eyes sparkling.

“Our newlywed best friend is here,” Yoko teased, her voice filled with a playful mischief.

“Guys, stop,” I said, pretending to be offended, a ghost of a smile playing on my lips.  “This is serious.”

“Take a seat so we can start the drinking session,” Ying said, patting the empty space beside her.

"Why the sudden invitation, guys?" I asked as I sat down.

"We just wanted to celebrate the wedding,” Yoko said.

"Wedding? Whose wedding?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Your wedding,” Ying teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“It’s been two weeks, why are you celebrating now? And there’s nothing to celebrate because you know I’m not happy,” I said, my voice tinged with a hint of bitterness.

"We were just joking, you're being too serious.  Let's just have fun," Ying said, handing me a glass of wine.

“Let’s enjoy this evening.  Cheers,” Yoko said, raising her glass.

“Cheers,” Ying and I replied, clinking our glasses, a toast to a fleeting moment of normalcy, a brief respite from the darkness that had consumed my life.

“I’m glad to see you enjoying yourself,” Ying said, watching me with a mix of concern and understanding.

“I’m glad to be here,” I replied, forcing a smile.  "It’s good to get out of the house.”

But the truth was, I couldn’t relax.  The weight of my predicament pressed down on me, a suffocating reminder of the danger I was in.  LINGLING was ruthless, a woman who wouldn't hesitate to punish any perceived transgression.  I was a pawn in her game.