Cinderella (Seventeen)

Voodoo Dolls and 4 Walls

Chapter Forty Seven

*Bora's POV*

24 hours have passed. Now is the time to finally begin. It's been a long time coming.

"Jimin, is it ready? Can I use it?" Turning the small doll over in my hands, he nodded, turning back to the computer screen.

"What'cha got there babe?" Wonwoo came from behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his head on my shoulder.

"Just a little something, you should get to practice," turning in his arms I let mine wrap around the back of his neck and he supported me leaning back slightly so I could see him.

"Arasso jagi,"pecking my lips he turned smirking, leaving the complex.

Get ready Hyolyn. Count your days. You only have 10 left.

*Hyolyn's POV*

These past few hours I've been exhausted. Maybe it's the training? I don't know. All the energy seems to be draining from me faster than Hansol's phone when he's on a Nicki Minaj fangirl session... which happens maybe 5 times a day.

"Babe, you ready?" Seokmin popped his head through the door as I tied my laces.

"Just one sec," my vision suddenly became blurry. My head began spinning, I don't remember falling back but I remember a loud bang and Seokmin's arms under my back and head.

Blinking a few times, I reached up and pushed some hair out of his eyes.

"I think you've practiced enough today, here, get on," he stood, bending down, allowing me to climb on, resting my head in the crook of his neck as his arms supported my legs.

My head was still spinning uncontrollably, making me bury my head further into his neck.

"Hyolyn?" He shook my legs, but all I heard was a faint whisper. The next thing I knew, I blacked out.

Faint shouts 0f my name could still be heard, but I stood in darkness, surrounded my nothing but... nothingness.

Turning, a sort of like, TV screen appeared before me, images flashing across the screen.

Distorted images, sort of like static interference, as if there's a storm and you're only getting half a picture.

That sort of thing.

"So we meet again," that voice appeared behind me. Directly behind me. Whispering in my ear.

"Did you miss me?" His breath tickled my neck, his hands gripping my shoulders.

Swallowing, I tried to concentrate on the screen. Flashes would appear, reminding me of a time I can't quite place.

"Memories, past and ones you should have made," still gripping my shoulders he pointed as the screen changed.

"Oppa," I whispered. DK appearing on the screen, him and I smiling together sat in a small living space as a baby crawled around on a mat.

Was this my future?

"It was, but you see, things have to change. This is your future, as of 1 hour ago," he waved his hand, this time resting it over my mouth, clamping me against his body.

The screen flickered from black to white a few times, before settling on a new space.

Chains lines the walls. Doors with bolts dotted the enclosure.