Attraction to obsession

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Next Morning.
The sunrise cast a warm, golden glow across the land, gently waking the world with its soft light. Birds chirped in harmony, and the cold wind blew lightly, creating a near-perfect atmosphere to begin a new day. People bustled about, engaged in their daily routines some off to work, others buried in their usual morning chaos as if it were second nature. Everything appeared normal.

But was it normal for her? No.

For the past month, destiny had played a cruel, merciless game with her teasing her each day with new, twisted challenges crafted like poison arrows aimed at her soul. It lured her with brief flickers of hope, only to break her harder each time. Every time she thought she'd hit her lowest, fate proved her wrong. So terribly. So brutally. As if her pain no longer mattered. As if she didn't matter.

And somewhere between all the nights she cried and all the times she begged the silence for mercy, something inside her gave in, not in strength, but in surrender. That was her greatest fear submission. And yet, she had started to live in it.

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Golden rays of morning light struggled through the curtains, barely touching the room as if even the sun refused to witness what lay within. The air was thick, suffocating, tainted with a stale, smoggy scent laced with something far more sinister.

Y/N's eyes fluttered open. Pain sharp, merciless split through her skull.
A broken breath escaped her as her eyes squeezed shut again, her fingers trembling as they rose weakly to her temple.

Yn: My head...

Her voice was nothing more than a ghost of sound.

Slowly, hesitantly, she forced her eyes open once more. The white walls loomed before her, blurred at first, then cruelly clear. The light stabbed at her vision. Her head pulsed violently, as though something inside it was trying to claw its way out.

Why does it hurt so much...?

Her body drained of energy, her limbs numb and unbearably heavy, as though something inside her had been hollowed out and replaced with stone.
Something wasn't clocking in her mind.
Then... She felt it. The unmistakable warmth of a palm pressed against her, bare breast....

Her entire body locked instantly, her thoughts went blank, for one endless second, she forgot how to breathe.
A sharp ache twisted through her chest as she finally dragged air into her lungs, shaky and uneven.

The presence behind her needed no confirmation, she knew, despite herself, her fingers curled weakly into the blanket beneath them,Vulnerability, Helplessness, Anger, Disgust. All of it still existed inside her like rotting wounds refusing to close.
Yet something felt worse than all of that.
Something terribly wrong.

She was naked, So was he, She didn't need to guess what had happened last night. But shockingly, She remembered nothing.

Why...?

Her stomach twisted violently.
Though it wasn't like she wanted to remember anyway, who would willingly relive something that carved pieces out of you? She didn't force herself to think either. Didn't cry. Didn't scream.
Maybe she'd already crossed the point where tears existed. Maybe there was simply nothing left inside her anymore. Only emptiness. Cold. Silent. Dead.

She stared blankly at the wall, unmoving, she didn't want to fight anymore, because fighting meant hope, and hope had become the cruelest thing of all.

She already knew there was no escape unless he allowed it, that realization burned viciously inside her chest, suffocating her from the inside out. Especially with his hand still resting on her body so naturally, like ownership, like she belonged beneath his touch.