LOST

Chapter 15

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Violence/mention of kidnapping/foul language

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Searing pain had found its way back to her. It seemed to follow her wherever she went in this city. It even bore the same intensity as the night when she was taken. What was it with them and blunt force? Did they enjoy this kind of thing? She definitely didn't. She would have preferred calmly going with them. Then again, would she have gone quietly with Vincent? Fluttering her eyes open, she found herself surrounded by total darkness. Great. Another thing that seemed to follow her like a stalker.

She tried to find something, or anything to let her know where she was. She let out a sigh feeling defeated by the night. There was, however, one thing that seemed to bring a light in the situation. As well as give her an insight as to where she was. As she took a deep breath, the familiar woodsy and floral bouquet filled her lungs. She was in the greenhouse where she had first met Lady Ahri.

The back of her head sparked with pain and she cursed under her breath. Why would they bring her back here? And why would they leave her alone in the dark? With another jolt of pain, she lifted her arm to try and massage the pain out. However, she fell short as her hand barely moved from its spot. She wiggled her other arm and the same thing happened. She tried to move her body only to find it bound tightly to the chair.

"Damn it," She said aloud.

The silence around her, made her skin crawl. With little too look at, she let out a breath and tried to wiggle herself free once more. No luck. Feeling a little defeated again, she tried to move the chair by jumping forward. That worked a little. The chair had moved only slightly. But it was a start. Maybe she could move it enough to find something sharp to cut her binds. As she inched the chair a little further, she heard a small sound, like a stick cracking. Her breathing became short and her heart began to race. She wasn't alone.

"Tsk. Tsk,"

"Crap," Ji-Yeon sighed.

"And what do you think you're doing?"

Ji-Yeon jumped when she felt the chair lean back. This was a classy asshole move, done by an asshole. One of whom she wished wasn't here. Even surrounded by darkness, his fiery hair seemed to glow accenting his narrow eyes and light skin. She wondered why he didn't just drop her, after all, she couldn't escape him now.

"What do you want?" Ji-Yeon demanded.

"Touchy. You'll see soon enough."

"That's not an answer," Ji-Yeon barked, "Why the hell did you bring me here? What does Ahri have planned?"

"That's lady Ahri to you," Vincent snapped and struck Ji-Yeon with the back of his hand. "And like I said you'll see soon enough."

Ji-Yeon scoffed. If he thought she would just sit there waiting patiently...then he'd be right. She would just sit there. Where else could she go? She disliked this situation but had a good feeling that Wonho would break through those doors any minute and rescue her.

"You think Wonho's going to save you. Don't you?" Vincent sneered. "I feel sorry for you. I really do. To think you've been playing right into his hands. All for what? To be horribly let down."

"What do you mean?" Ji-Yeon asked.

Ji-Yeon kept her eye on Vincent as he circled around to her. She could see the excitement in his eyes and the way he seemed to glide around her. When he stood behind her, she felt a chill run down her spine. His sticky hot breath blew across her neck making the small hairs stand on end. Her body jolted as he placed his hands tightly on her shoulders.