This story is set between a dangerous Mafia King and an Innocent girl. ((• ON GOING •))
This story content:- Mature content/language 🔞
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A man committed a sin by snatching someone's daughter, someone's sist...
Miss Han gently guided Yn through the quiet hallways until they reached a small room near the storeroom.
Miss Han: "Here, this will be your room."
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The room was simple ~ a small bed pushed against the wall, a wooden cupboard with a mirror attached and a faint scent of lavender that lingered in the air.
(Imagine it’s night time)
Yn: "Thank you ma’am."
Miss Han: (smiling softly) "It’s my job child. And don’t call me ma’am just call me Miss Han."
Yn: (hesitantly) "Umm… can I call you Granny instead of Miss Han? It feels a little awkward for me."
Miss Han: (her eyes softened, smiling warmly) "Alright child. Call me Granny from now on." She gently patted Yn’s head. "Now go and freshen up, okay?"
Yn: (nervously) "But… I don’t have any clothes."
Miss Han: (sympathetically) "Don’t worry I’ll get something for you to wear and some medicine for your wounds."
Yn: "Okay Granny."
Miss Han left the room and returned a few minutes later with folded clothes and a small tray of medicines and antiseptic cream.
Miss Han: "Here child take these clothes and freshen up."
Yn: (surprised) "But… whose clothes are these?"
Miss Han: (smilingly) "These belonged to my daughter. She used to work here with me before she got married. They’re just lying unused now and you both are about the same size."
Yn: (a small, grateful smile appears on her lips) "Oh… thank you, Granny."
Miss Han: "You’re welcome my child." She smiled gently then added: "Now I’ll take my leave. I have some work to finish. If you need anything just call me okay?"
Yn: "Okay."
Miss Han gave her one last reassuring smile before leaving the room.
Yn looked around quietly the small space felt empty yet safe compared to the cold basement. She noticed the plain bed, the little cupboard with a mirror and a few old things placed neatly in one corner for the first time in days she allowed herself to breathe a little easier.
Yn’s POV:
After freshening up, I sat quietly on the bed my fingers twisting the edge of the blanket. My thoughts wouldn’t stop running wild. What if I break any of his rules again? He’ll punish me… just like before… in that dark basement.
A cold shiver ran down my spine. I hugged my arms tightly around myself trying to feel safe. The room felt more like a cage than a bedroom beautiful but suffocating. My stomach growled softly. I hadn’t eaten anything since morning.
