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Lisa's determination simmered beneath the surface, growing stronger with each passing day. Jungkook's suffocating presence was a constant reminder of the freedom she had lost, and the darkness that seemed to surround him only deepened her resolve. She knew that escaping him wouldn't be easy, but she was willing to risk everything to regain her life.
The house, once a place of warmth and safety, had become a cage. Every door was locked, every window sealed. Jungkook's powers were formidable, but Lisa's will to survive was stronger. She began to subtly test the boundaries, feigning compliance while secretly gathering what little information she could about his weaknesses.
One night, after days of pretending to be docile, Lisa noticed something she hadn't before. As Jungkook slept beside her, his breathing deep and even, she saw a faint shimmer around him-a distortion in the air that seemed to pulse with his breath. It was as if the very fabric of reality warped around him, bending to his will. The sight sent a shiver down her spine, but it also sparked a dangerous idea.
Jungkook's power, she realized, was tied to his emotions. The stronger his feelings, the more potent his control over her and their surroundings. If she could find a way to exploit this-if she could provoke him, unsettle him-maybe, just maybe, she could weaken his hold long enough to escape.
The following days were a delicate dance. Lisa began to push Jungkook in small, subtle ways. She questioned him more often, let her frustration slip through her carefully constructed facade. Each time, she watched his reaction closely, looking for cracks in his composure. She spoke of the life she couldn't remember, of the people she might have loved, and of the freedom she desperately craved.
Jungkook's responses were mixed. At times, he seemed shaken, his eyes flickering with doubt. But more often than not, his anger would flare, his possessiveness tightening like a noose around her neck. He would silence her with a cold stare, or worse, with a soft touch that reminded her just how powerless she was against him. Yet, Lisa persisted, her resolve only hardening with each confrontation.
Then, one stormy night, the tension between them reached a breaking point. The wind howled outside the house, rattling the windows, and the electricity flickered ominously. Lisa stood at the large window, staring out at the turbulent sea, her heart pounding in her chest. She had decided that tonight would be the night she made her move.
"Jungkook," she began, her voice steady despite the fear gnawing at her insides, "I can't live like this anymore. I can't pretend that everything is okay."
He looked up from where he sat, his expression immediately guarded. "What are you saying, Lisa?"
She turned to face him, her eyes filled with a resolve that hadn't been there before. "I'm saying that I'm leaving. I can't stay here with you."
For a moment, silence hung heavy in the air, the only sound the distant rumble of thunder. Then, in an instant, Jungkook was in front of her, his face twisted with anger and desperation. "You can't leave, Lisa. You know what's out there. You belong with me."
Lisa didn't flinch, meeting his gaze with a calmness that belied the terror she felt inside. "No, Jungkook. I don't belong to anyone. Not you, not anyone. I'm not your possession."
His eyes darkened, and the air around them seemed to thicken, charged with his anger. "You don't understand, Lisa," he hissed, his voice low and dangerous. "Out there, you're vulnerable. They'll come for you, and I won't be able to protect you."
"Who?" Lisa demanded, stepping closer to him, challenging him. "Who's coming for me? What are you so afraid of?"
Jungkook's jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing as if he were battling some internal conflict. "There are things you don't know," he muttered, almost to himself. "Things that would destroy you if you knew."
