The elevator door closed.
Tae still had his grip on my wrist.
"Don't even try to escape. This is my friends hotel, so it won't be of use", Tae said averting his gaze from me.
Fucking great.
I rolled my eyes and looked down.
Okay fine. If he's really gonna play it this way, then I'll show him what I'm made up of too.
Let's play Tae.
The elevator door opened and he dragged me out.
"354.. 35- ah here it is!", Tae said stopping infront of the room.
The room was in the corner of the floor.
Tae swiped the card and unlocked the door.
He dragged me inside and locked the door behind me.
"Leave my hand now at least", I said yanking my hand.
He let go and I moved across the room.
The room was quite big, and was quite fancy. The furniture was all wooden, and the room had a contrast of Beige and black. The room was illuminated with bright white lights, which I was quite thankful of. I hated those flickering yellow and fed lights.
I quivered at the thought of those lights.
"Ah, TV!", I screamed in excitement as I saw the TV.
Tae chuckled.
I rolled my eyes.
"Ah praise the lord. A washroom!", I said opening the washroom door.
Oh how much I've missed seeing the bathtub.
I immediately closed the door behind me, and started filling up the tub.
I searched through the cabinets for some toothpaste and a new brush.
I opened the cabinet and saw a small package there.
I opened it and found a sealed toothbrush, some toothpaste, mouthwash, body soap and a little bottle of shampoo.
Oh thank god.
I brushed my teeth, and took my clothes off.
Wait. The door!
I paused and pulled my shirt on again.
I looked over at the door, and it was locked.
All good.
I undressed myself and went into the bathtub filled with hot water.
Ah perfect.
I lay down in the tub, and closed my eyes.
I think I'll keep her.
One thing that greatly disturbed was that, why does he want me.
Is it to take revenge from my brother? Is it to fulfil his youthful desires? Or is it just to torture me?
I had no idea.
But just looking at you, I couldn't.
His voice roamed around my head.
