YOU'RE MINE [ LINGORM ]

[06]

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:

(@ABANDONED BUILDING)

ORM awoke with a jolt, a wave of nausea crashing over her.  She was bound to a chair, her wrists tied tightly, her mouth covered with a gag.  The room was dark, the only source of light coming from a single flickering bulb high above.  Panic clawed at her throat.

She struggled against the restraints, but they held firm.  She tried to scream, but the gag silenced her.  A cold sweat broke out on her skin, her heart pounding in her chest.  She was trapped.

A moment later, a man in black pants and a black suit entered the room.  His face was hidden in the shadows, but a chilling grin stretched across his lips as he approached her.

“Hey, nice to meet you,” he said, his voice smooth, laced with a chilling amusement.

ORM couldn’t respond, her mouth still covered.

“Oh, sorry, I forgot your mouth was covered,” the man said, his grin widening. He swiftly removed the gag, his eyes gleaming with a sinister light.

“Who are you? And what do you want from me?” ORM demanded, her voice shaking, her eyes filled with a desperate fear.

“Secret,” he said, his grin turning predatory.  He then swiftly replaced the gag, effectively silencing her again.

 .ON THE OTHER HAND.

LINGLING, still reeling from the shock of ORM’s disappearance, frantically tried to call her, her heart pounding with a fear she hadn’t experienced in years.

But her calls went straight to voicemail.  Her texts remained unanswered.  The mansion, usually a fortress of control, now felt like a tomb of silence.

Then, her phone buzzed, a new number flashing on the screen.

“Who is this?” she asked, her voice a tight whisper, laced with a mixture of fear and a steely determination.

“It looks like you’ve forgotten me, LINGLING KWONG,” a voice said, its tone smooth, a playful malice underlying each word.

“Who are you?” LINGLING demanded, her voice sharper now, a hint of suspicion coloring her tone.

“WIN, at your service,” the voice chuckled, a chilling sound that sent a shiver down her spine.

“What do you need?” LINGLING asked, her voice firm, her eyes narrowed, her mind racing.

“I need you,” WIN said, his voice suddenly serious, his words carrying a chilling weight.

“I have your wife now, so I’ll give you a choice, your life or your wife’s life?  You have thirty minutes, LINGLING KWONG, and after thirty, make sure you’re here,” WIN said, his voice a cold, calculating threat.  He then ended the call abruptly.

LINGLING's heart hammered in her chest, a rhythm of fear and anger.  Her mind raced, trying to decipher the mystery of this unexpected threat, the identity of this unknown adversary.

Another message popped up on her phone, this time a location, a desolate address in the heart of the city.

A voice message played, a desperate plea for help.  It was ORM’s voice, a choked whisper of fear, a desperate plea for her release.

LINGLING’s fingers trembled as she typed a response, her words a desperate cry for mercy.

“Don’t hurt her.”

 (@ABANDONED BUILDING)

LINGLING stood in the abandoned building, a crumbling structure that echoed with the weight of forgotten dreams.  The air hung heavy, thick with the stench of decay and neglect.

The man, WIN, stood in the center of the room, a chilling grin spreading across his face.  He held a gun, its metallic sheen gleaming under the dim light.  Behind him, ORM was tied to a chair, her face pale, her eyes wide with terror.

“I’m here.  Release ORM,” LINGLING said, her voice firm, her eyes fixed on ORM’s, a silent plea for her safety.

“Don’t be impatient, LINGLING KWONG,” WIN said, his grin widening, his eyes gleaming with an unnerving amusement.

“I’m the one you need, right?  So release ORM, because I’m here,” LINGLING said, her voice laced with a steely determination.

“I want to play, LINGLING KWONG,” WIN said, his voice a joyful, menacing cackle.  He pointed the gun at LINGLING.

“ORM KORNNAPHAT, Don’t you want to see her suffer? I’ll make her suffer for you,” he said, his voice dripping with a chilling malice, his laughter echoing through the cavernous space.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: ENJOY READING 😊