𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 [ 𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑶𝑹𝑴 ]

❁↠𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑: 5↞❁

⚠️🔞 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.

❁↠𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐕↞❁

Days bled into weeks, each one a tense, fragile dance between ORM and LINGLING. LINGLING had seemingly changed, her possessive grip loosening, her fierce control replaced by a facade of complacency. It was a calculated act, a calculated manipulation. She allowed ORM to leave the mansion, to go to work, to even meet her friends. She showered her with gifts, extravagant gestures of affection, and promises of a life filled with luxury and comfort. It was a carefully orchestrated charade, designed to break down ORM's defenses, to make her believe that their relationship could be something more than a twisted game of power.

But ORM knew better. She saw through LINGLING's charade, recognizing the underlying possessiveness, the hunger for control, that simmered beneath the surface. She understood that she was still a prisoner, albeit one with a gilded cage. The chains were invisible, but they bound her nonetheless.

One thing ORM wanted that LINGLING couldn't give her was her freedom. It was a freedom not just from the mansion, but from the suffocating grip of LINGLING's obsession.

The morning sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow across the luxurious bedroom. ORM awoke, the memory of the past weeks a bitter taste on her tongue. She stirred, her eyes slowly opening to see LINGLING's face hovering above her, a dazzling smile illuminating her features.

"What are you doing?" ORM exclaimed, startled by the sudden intrusion. She was not used to LINGLING's affection, especially not in the morning.

"Good morning, N'ORM," LINGLING greeted, her voice a melodious whisper. "Sleep well?"

"..." ORM got up, ignoring LINGLING's greeting, her back straight, her movements purposeful, and walked out of the room.

"So now you're ignoring me, huh?" LINGLING muttered, a slight frown creasing her forehead. She felt a familiar pang of hurt, a reminder that ORM was still resistant to her affection.

Later, as ORM stood in the opulent kitchen, she felt the weight of LINGLING's presence behind her.

"Take a seat. I prepared breakfast," LINGLING said, her voice tinged with a cheerful warmth that was almost unsettling. She had spent hours preparing the meal, meticulously arranging every ingredient, a testament to her desire to please ORM.

"I'm going to the company," ORM said firmly, about to leave when LINGLING stopped her abruptly.

"Take this. So you don't need to order," LINGLING said, handing over a beautifully crafted lunchbox, its contents carefully arranged, a visual testament to her attention to detail.

ORM accepted the lunchbox without hesitation, her gaze cold, her expression unreadable. She didn't want to hurt LINGLING's feelings, but she knew this was a calculated gesture.

"She didn't even say 'thank you,' but it's okay. At least she accepted it," LINGLING said to herself, a hopeful smile gracing her lips.

[@PARKING LOT]

As ORM walked through the parking lot, she stopped abruptly, a wave of nausea washing over her. She glanced at the lunchbox, a sense of foreboding creeping into her heart. She didn't trust LINGLING, not for a second. She could feel the weight of LINGLING's gaze, a constant reminder that even in this seemingly free moment, she was not truly free.

She glanced around, her eyes scanning the deserted parking lot. She saw a trash bin, a place for discarded things, a place to dispose of what she didn't need. She walked toward it, her steps deliberate, her mind racing.

She stopped, her hand hovering over the lunchbox. Her eyes closed, her mind wrestling with her decision. It was a decision that felt both liberating and dangerous.

She glanced at the sky, the clouds a swirling mass of grey. The sky felt heavy, oppressive, a reflection of the burden she carried. Her hand reached out, her fingers closing around the lunchbox, her thumb pressing down on the metal clasp.

She opened the lunchbox, the scent of a carefully prepared meal filling her senses. Her stomach growled, demanding nourishment, but she could not ignore the gnawing fear in her heart.

She shut the lunchbox, her grip tightening on its handle. She looked at the trash bin, a concrete receptacle designed to hold the things we no longer need. This was the point of no return.

It was a decision she had to make, a line she had to cross. It was time to stop playing nice.

"I won't succumb to your smiles, LINGLING KWONG. From now on, I'll play your game until I find the opportunity to escape from your Hellish world," ORM whispered, a cold, steely determination hardening her gaze.

She took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't let LINGLING's manipulations continue. She had to assert herself, to break free from the invisible chains that bound her.

She tossed the lunchbox into the bin, her hand making a swift, decisive motion. Her eyes locked on the bin, watching as it landed with a thud. It was a symbolic act, a rejection of LINGLING's attempts to control her, to win her affection. It was a declaration of war.

The cool air of the parking lot felt strangely comforting against ORM's skin. It was a small reprieve, a fleeting moment of freedom in the suffocating world of the mansion. Yet, even here, a sense of unease clung to her like a shadow.

She took a deep breath, her chest tightening with a familiar tension. She had made a decision. No more playing nice. No more pretending to be docile. She was ORM KORNNAPHAT, and she wouldn't be manipulated, wouldn't be controlled.

She was determined to escape, to reclaim her life, to expose LINGLING for the monster she truly was.

But escape wasn't easy. The mansion was a fortress, every corner guarded, every move monitored. She knew she needed a plan, a strategy, a way to break free from the invisible chains that bound her.

A sudden chill ran down her spine. She felt a presence, a faint tremor in the air. She turned, her eyes scanning the deserted parking lot, searching for the source of the disturbance.

Nothing.

The chill intensified, a prickling sensation on her skin. She felt a sudden tightness in her chest, a sense of panic welling up inside her. She couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched, that something was wrong.

Before she could react, something cold and damp pressed against her mouth and nose. Her breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening in alarm. She tried to scream, to pull away, but the force that held her captive was too strong.

The air was thick and sweet, a sickly scent that sent a wave of dizziness washing over her. Her vision blurred, the world around her fading to a hazy grey.

A surge of adrenaline coursed through her body, a desperate attempt to fight back, to break free. But her limbs felt heavy, unresponsive. The panic within her intensified, a terrifying feeling of helplessness.

Her eyes fluttered closed, her body losing its fight against the encroaching darkness.

She could feel her body going limp, her consciousness slipping away. The world spun, a dizzying kaleidoscope of colors, before finally fading to black.

As she lost consciousness, the last thought that crossed her mind was a whisper of fear.

She had escaped the gilded cage, only to fall into a deeper, darker trap.

𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃......

❁↠𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄↞❁
Please be advised that as English is not my first language, you may encounter occasional grammatical errors or typographical mistakes throughout the story. I sincerely appreciate your patience and understanding.