Kill for Me

Chapter Eleven: Why?

Ella yelled in frustration when Seven didn't answer his phone. There was a tornado in her mind and it made her feel dizzy, weak. Ella fell to her knees, grasping the edge of the couch for support. She felt as though she couldn't breathe. Come on! Ella thought to herself. Breathe in and out! Eventually, her mind won over her body and she was able to catch her breath again. She picked up her phone and pressed number one. Jumin didn't answer his phone, so she left a message.

"Jumin, Zen has fallen into a deep depression.Apparently, he went off somewhere on his motorcycle! He must of left beforeyour bodyguards got there...Oh, God. I have a reallybad feeling about all of this. Please come home soon."

Ella regained her balance and started pacing the room, forgetting about everything else except the theories that were growing in her mind. They all made sense to her, but there was still one thing that she couldn't figure out, and that's what was bothering her the most. Was the hacker V or were there other people involved? Were they both dangerous? If Seven and she couldn't find out what was going on, she was afraid that something bad might happen to someone. Considering that no one had heard from Zen since last night, she was growing more worried by the second. What if something had happened to him?

The more Ella paced, the more suffocated she felt. She had to get out of the penthouse and get some fresh air to clear her head, but she knew that she couldn't just leave. Ella looked towards the door and went over to it, sticking her head out.

"Is everything all right?" the security guard outside asked her.

"Yes. I was just wondering if someone could accompany me for a short walk."

"Of course." He smiled at her. "When would you like to go?"

"Would it be possible to leave now?"

"Yes. Mr. Han has strictly forbidden us to let you outside the building, however."

"That's all right, I was thinking of going up to the roof to get some fresh air."

"That can be arranged. Give me a few minutes to let the Chief of Security know and to station someone else outside the door." 

Ella nodded her head and went back inside.

It was a sunny day, but she knew that it was getting cooler outside because of the time of year. The leaves were already starting to change to a golden color, some of them red and yellow. It was her favorite time of year. She went towards the closet and pulled out a light black jacket and threw it on, then put on her sneakers just as there was a knock at the door.

Ella opened it and the security guard informed her that everything was okay. There was another guard there who nodded his head at her. She nodded back and exited the door with her cell tucked into her jacket pocket.

The guard led her up towards the roof and she stretched her arms over her head, breathing in the cool air, feeling almost better at once. She walked around the roof a few times, the guard watching her from the doorway. She turned away from him and looked out at the scenery before her, all the tall buildings that surrounded them. It wasn't as beautiful as the grape farm, but it would have to do for now.

She heard the familiar sound of a helicopter as it drew nearer and looked up at the sky, watching it get closer and closer. The longer she watched it, the more she realized that it was coming really close. Was it going to land on the roof? She was about to turn her head when she felt something sharp enter her neck, her hand flew to the source, her eyes meeting the security guards' serious looking ones as he watched her eyes roll back up into her head.

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When Ella woke up, her vision was blurry. She couldn't see very well around her, but she knew that it was dark and cold. Something was digging into her wrists and ankles and as her vision cleared, she saw that they were bound by leather straps. Immediately, she began pulling at them, trying to free herself. She heard someone laughing in the room and a chill ran up her spine.

"You're not going to get away so easily this time," he told her. This time? What did he mean?

"You do realize that you're locked up like this because you didn't listen, right?"

What was he talking about? He walked closer towards her until she could make out his silhouette in the darkness. He reached above her and pulled downwards so that the light came on. She saw his face and inhaled sharply.

"You!" sheexclaimed in shock. She didn't understand. Why was he there? He smiledmaliciously at her. He looked different from what she remembered. He was nolonger wearing his normal work clothes, but instead a leather jacket and whitet-shirt underneath along with a pair of blue jeans with rips in the knees. Ontop of that, the kindness that she had seen in his eyes before was gone.Instead, she only saw contempt. What had she done to make him hate her? She wondered. She wanted to ask him why he was doing this, but that was the line that was always used in TV shows and books, it was so...pathetic. Instead, she lifted her chin in defiance.

"Oh ho!" He laughed. "What do we have here? Are you trying to be brave?" he asked her. "You've been a naughty girl," he said. The words were familiar. The voice on the phone had said something similar. Her body trembled involuntarily as her eyes looked downward and saw that he was holding a gun in his hands.

"Are you worried about this?" he asked her, bringing it up and pointing it at her. Ella flinched. Of course she was scared, he had her life in his hands and he knew that she knew it.

"Were you the one that called me?" she asked him.

"Yes," he answered with an evil smile. His eyes were wide now and she could see the crazed look in them. "You should be thanking me that I brought you here."

"Thanking you? Are you out of your mind? You've kidnapped me and tied me up in this hell hole!" She looked around, noting that it looked like she was in some kind of prison. Concrete walls surrounded them and prison bars blocked her from escaping.

He just cackled, scratching his head with the barrel of the gun and leaning in closer to her, so close that she could feel his breath on her face.

"Everything will make sense soon, but for now," he got up, turned the light off, and moved away from her, towards the door. "Rest up. You'll need your strength for the trial."

"The trial? What the hell are you talking about?"

He ignored her and exited the prison door, laughing.

"Gil!" she screamed repeatedly. Only the sound of his maniacal laughter could be heard echoing off the walls as he left her.

Ella didn't know how much time had passed as she came in and out of consciousness. Whatever had been injected into her body was still affecting her. Her head lolled around like a rag doll's. The sound of the door opening jolted her away. She snapped her head up, eyes blurry. She strained against the darkness and saw a shape moving towards her.

The person turned on the light, nearly blinding her. She squeezed her eyes shut as strong hands yanked her head backward.

"Don't be so rough with her," another voice said.

Ella froze, her body seized with terror.

She recognized that voice.

"She's not even fully conscious." Gil's voice sounded far away. The darkness was threatening to pull her under again, but she did her best to fight it off. Muffled footsteps. A gentle hand on her face.

"Welcome home," the familiar voice said. "It's good to see you again."

"Who are you?" A raspy voice asked. It was her own voice, but she didn't even recognize it.

"Rest." She felt soft lips kissing the side of her head.

When she woke up, they were gone. She was bathed in darkness again, wondering if she had been imagining what had happened, or if it truly had happened.