Lia's Apartment, Late Night
Lia had finally managed to calm her mind after a stressful day. Her small apartment was quiet, the only sound coming from the faint hum of the streetlights outside. She’d fallen into a deep sleep, the exhaustion from the chaos of her recent life weighing heavily on her. But suddenly, she awoke with a start, her heart pounding.
There was something off. She could feel it—an unsettling presence in the room, like she wasn't truly alone. She strained to listen, her breath catching in her throat as the faint sound of movement reached her ears. Her eyes snapped open, her surroundings still a blur in the darkness. The faint light from the street lamp outside cast long shadows through the blinds, and in that dim light, she saw the silhouettes of two figures standing by her bed.
Lia froze. She wanted to scream, to run, but her body felt heavy, her limbs unwilling to cooperate. Panic gripped her chest as she tried to make sense of what was happening. The figures remained motionless, as though they were waiting for something.
Suddenly, a hand brushed against her hair, cold fingers gripping it tightly, pulling her head back sharply. Pain exploded in her scalp, and her breath hitched as she struggled to pull away, but the grip only tightened.
Lia: [Whispering to herself, panicked] “No... please...”
Her body trembled with fear as the second hand slid around her waist, pulling her closer. The room seemed to spin, her heart racing, a swirl of confusion and terror clouding her thoughts.
Lia: [Trying to steady her voice, but only a breathless whisper escapes] “What do you want...?”
A harsh slap across her cheek brought her back to reality, the sting sharp and immediate. Her vision swam as she fought to regain control, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
And then, the voice spoke again, chilling her to the core.
Jungkook: [Dark, almost mocking] “Finally, the day has come. You’re going to finish what you started... or should I say, you're going to pay for the boldness you showed us.”
V : Yeah. Now it's play time.. Oops, show time
Lia's heart skipped a beat. She recognized that voice—the same one that had haunted her thoughts ever since the hotel. Jungkook. And with him... V. The two men who had humiliated her, the ones who she knew would stop at nothing to take back control.
The terror inside her threatened to overwhelm her, but something deep within refused to give in. This wasn’t how her story would end. Not like this. She couldn’t let them break her. Not now.
With every ounce of strength she could muster, Lia fought against the panic, her mind racing for a way out. Her survival instincts kicked in, her body tense with readiness.
Lia: “You think you can control me? You don’t know who you’re dealing with.”
Her words were shaky, but they were enough to make her realize something crucial: she wasn’t going to let them take her without a fight. The terror, though overwhelming, wasn’t going to break her. She would fight, and she would find a way to get out of this.
Lia's heart raced, but she clung to the growing flame of defiance within her. Her breath came in sharp, uneven gasps as she strained against the grip on her hair. Despite the pain and fear, a thought began to form in her mind-she wasn't helpless. She wasn't going to let them control her, not now, not ever.
Jungkook's voice continued to taunt her, but she could feel his uncertainty, his anger beneath the calm facadeey had expected her to break, to fall into fear and submission. But they had underestimated her. Her fight, her survival instincts, were kicking in, and they wouldn't stand a chance.
