Obsessed with Her.

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Y/N's POV,

I woke up in a cold sweat, my eyes roaming the area. I was in an unfamiliar room, but it was quite lavish. It had a vacation feel, and I felt my instinctive panic deteriorate for a minute, thinking that it was all probably a dream and I was having vacation in Switzerland, but every relaxed feeling faded away when I tried to get up and chains bound me to the bed.

"Oh- H-Help! What's going on? Somebody please help me!" I screamed out loud, my eyes once again in a verge of tears. I was slowly wondering how I manage to cry as though I had a basin of tears embedded in me, when I have been dehydrated for quite some time.

"Oh, the little doll is awake." I saw Mrs. Ji-eun walk inside the room, her gaze showing visible fatigue, round black circles bore under her brown eyes and her hair was completely disheveled, as though someone had repeatedly pulled her locks.

"Mrs. Ji-eun, can you please tell me what's going on?" I tried to stabilize my shaky voice as she approached me, she looked like sanity has flew from the vicinity of her body even though she looked completely normal before I fainted

"Oh I'll tell you what's going on, you skinny fucking bitch." I was surprised, she seemed infinitely kind during our first encounter, now her eyes inflicted hatred just upon looking at me. "My husband is taking you back to your owner, Mr. Damien Huxley. After that, we are never going to set eyes on you and your face again." She laughs loudly, her face showing sadistic insanity.

"Why are you doing this to me, Miss Ji-eun? I haven't- I haven't done anything w-wrong.. You were going to help me-" I choked out, my voice hoarse from dehydration.

"Shut the fuck up!" She raises her right hand in the air and planted a rough smack on my cheek, my face pivoting to the side as her hand left a painful burning sensation at my cheek.

"You and your slutty little face can get the hell out of our lives. We were doing great in our vacation and you had to come and ruin our anniversary with your whore-like seductive face!" She spat, attempting to hit me again.

"Ji-eun, you fucking psycho!" I felt a hand pull me towards his arms and Mr. Jong-suk hid me behind his back.

"If the boss sees a scratch on her, we'll be killed!" He glares at her with hatred.

"Why are you doing this to me, Jong-suk?" She bursts into tears once again. "Why are you defending her? Maybe you should have married that slut as your wife instead!"

"Well I would've, if you weren't such a bitch and hadn't
called my boss!" He screams in return, and I closed my eyes, thinking that perhaps it was all a terrible dream, but it wasn't.

Mrs. Ji-eun laughs, shaking her head while muttering something over and over again, her deranged tone repeatedly terrifying me.

"You're joking, right? Tell me that you are, Yeobo. We've loved each other for so long. You can't be doing this to me." She says in a pleading voice, even though she attempts to keep a hardened face, as though hateful.

Her husband pauses, as though he is considering what to say. After three minutes, he finally nods reluctantly. "Yes... of course it's just a joke."

He sets me back into the bed and placed the blanket over me again. But just as he tucked me in, a sharp shooting sound was heard and Mrs. Ji-eun let out an ear-shattering scream. I stared at her, horrified, as the bullet was lodged into her arm.

"Get down, Y/N!" Jong-suk commands, shoving her back down the bed.

•~•

Y/N waited fearfully as the gunshots continued, as it was finally going to break the window, which was surprisingly extremely sturdy.

"Baby, I know you're in there..." A voice stated in a sing-song manner, it was coming from outside the window.

"That tracker was really, really effective." He chuckles softly.

"I got you now."

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WHO COULD IT BE!?