PHONE | Felix ff

TW

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I was in the studio, yawning, struggling to come up with a fresh idea for the new song I had to perform with my kids. The inspiration just wasn't coming. Glancing at the clock, I saw it was four seconds past midnight. That meant the performance was happening later today, and I needed to move quickly. I stretched my arms and got up, planning to take a quick walk to clear my mind.

But just as I stood, a strong arm gripped me from behind. A cloth was shoved into my mouth, and before I could react, I was dragged away. I fought back, trying to break free, but the arm pressed another cloth against my face.

It smelled overwhelmingly sweet, too sweet, and soon, the heaviness of sleep began to take over.

I woke up in a hotel room, my hands bound tightly to the bedposts with rope. My legs were similarly restrained, spread apart in a vulnerable position. The suffocating silence of the room added to the weight of my situation, but I wasn't surprised. I knew exactly who was behind this.

Unable to speak due to the cloth gag in my mouth and trapped by the ropes, I forced myself to remain as still as possible, every muscle tensed in anticipation. Then, I heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps, slow and deliberate. I didn't need to see him to know who it was.

Kang Suho.

He stepped into the room, his presence sending a chill down my spine. A cruel, almost satisfied smile spread across his face as he looked at me. "Well, hello there, my sweet daughter," he sneered.

The air in the room felt thick and suffocating, every second dragging on as if the walls were closing in around me. I could feel the sweat on the back of my neck, my heart racing as my mind tried desperately to piece together a plan, any plan, to get out of this situation. But the ropes were too tight, and the cloth gag in my mouth made it impossible to make a sound. My whole body screamed in panic, but I forced myself to remain as still as possible.

Kang Suho's footsteps grew louder, each step sending a shiver down my spine. I could sense him getting closer, the malicious intent in his presence suffocating. When he finally appeared in front of me, his face was twisted with an eerie satisfaction.

He crouched down beside me, the cruel smile on his lips never wavering. His eyes were cold and calculating, but there was something else there—something darker, something I couldn't quite understand.

"You really thought you could escape me, didn't you?" His voice was low, mocking. "I knew you'd try to run away from me, Eva. You've always been so stubborn, but I've been planning this for a long time."

I tried to turn my head away, my body aching with the need to move, to break free, but I knew better than to make a sudden move. I couldn't let him see how terrified I was. My chest heaved with every shallow breath, the gag pressing uncomfortably against my lips.

Suho chuckled, as though he could read my thoughts. "Oh, I know. You're scared. It's only natural. You're in my world now, my rules." His hand reached out and gently, almost affectionately, touched my cheek. I recoiled at the touch, but the ropes kept me immobile. He didn't seem to care. "You'll learn, Eva. You'll learn that no one can escape me."

His words made my skin crawl, but they also reminded me of something—something I had been trying so desperately to forget: Suho had always been controlling, manipulative, and abusive. Ever since I was a child, he had been the shadow in my life, haunting my every move, always there to remind me that I wasn't free. And now, this—this was his twisted way of reminding me that he still had control.

I strained against the ropes, feeling them bite into my skin, but I couldn't escape. I needed to think, to find a way out before things got worse.

Suho stood up, taking a few steps back. "I'm not here to hurt you, Eva. Not yet, at least." His eyes gleamed with something unreadable, and I felt a wave of unease wash over me. "I just need to teach you a little lesson, remind you of who you really belong to." He paused, his smile widening. "And when I'm done, maybe you'll finally understand why you're better off with me."

A sickening thought struck me then: Suho wanted to break me. He wasn't just angry or bitter—he wanted me to submit, to become something small and helpless in his eyes. He wanted to prove that he could control me, just like he had when I was younger.

I swallowed hard, my throat dry from the gag, but I steeled myself. I couldn't give in. I had to hold onto the strength I had left. The thought of Felix, of my family—they were my anchor. I couldn't let him win.

"Don't bother trying to scream," Suho continued, pacing slowly around the room. "No one can hear you. This hotel is soundproof. I've made sure of that. And your precious little friends—your 'idol family'—won't be able to save you. Not this time."

His voice was cruel, but as he spoke, I felt a flicker of determination spark inside me. Maybe I was tied up, vulnerable, and at his mercy, but I wasn't completely powerless.

The more he spoke, the more I realized that his confidence was built on the assumption that I was weak—that I had no way out. But Suho underestimated me. He always had.

I narrowed my eyes, silently scanning the room. The walls were bare, the only furniture a small table in the corner, a lamp, and a chair near the bed where he had placed me. Nothing useful. But the window—it was small, but I could see that it was cracked open, just a sliver, enough for me to see the dim light of the city outside. Could I make a noise? Could I reach it?

Suddenly, Suho's voice broke my focus. "You're thinking of escaping again, aren't you?" He chuckled darkly, as if he could read my mind. "You won't get far."

I couldn't let him see my fear. So I forced myself to meet his gaze, my eyes defiant, even though my body screamed in protest. I was going to get out of here. One way or another, I would.