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In denial, in perplexity. She didn't know
how to deal with these strange feelings
and emotions budding within her as she
spent time with her six male friends.
Growing up surrounded by men her
entire life, she...
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Back to a few moments before, In the mansion..
Y/n's POV.
I woke up to the cold, musty air of a cramped room. My head throbbed, and my body ached all over. I blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the bad lighting. The walls were bare concrete, and the only thing in the room besides me was a stack of wooden crates and metal shelves covered in dust.
A storage room.
I tried to move, but something held me back. My wrists were bound, and my ankles were tied together. A pang of fear ran through me.
Fuck it. I'm actually kidnapped.. I was hoping to wake up and call it a bad dream.
But then I heard voices. Muffled, but close, right outside the door.
"Hostage still out?" one voice asked.
"Yeah. Coma probably," another answered, joking.
They were talking about me. I swallowed thickly.
I wasn't supposed to be awake.
I lowered my head and stayed completely still. Maybe if they thought I was unconscious, they wouldn't check on me. Maybe I still had a chance.
But a crushing thought settled in my chest.
This is it, isn't it?
I had no idea how much time had passed. No idea if anyone even knew where I was. If I died here, would anyone find me? Would they even care?
A sick feeling coiled in my stomach.
"Takumi-san is still negotiating Yuto-san, huh?"
My heart sank.
Yuto-san?
"What's the point? Takumi-san is just wasting his time bargaining. He should have killed him from the beginning."
I barely heard the rest of their conversation. They were whispering.
My mind was stuck on one thing.
He's still alive.
I almost forgot how to breathe.
Uncle Yuto... he's alive.
My fingers curled into fists. I had convinced myself he was already dead, that I was alone in this.
But if he was still alive, that meant...
I wasn't done yet.
I forced myself to stay calm, the clogs in my mind working as I scanned the room for anything that could help me get out of here. Then I caught a glint of something near the crates. A small shard of glass.
