ONE WEEK LATER
I don't know how much time had passed, I've seen no one since I've been in this room, no human contact, only communication through a stupid speaker that I couldn't locate. Food was delivered to my room every day, there was a cut out rectangle in the door where someone pushed through packet food. No cutlery, just packets of slime. Staring at these blank, colourless walls for hours on end was driving me insane. My thoughts were making me feel even worse. I couldn't stop thinking about Taehyung.
As much as I tried to think positively, a part of me kept being negative. A part of my mind kept thinking...what if this man is right? What if they're not looking for me? What if this was the plan from the start? What if they just simply don't give a fuck? No no...I couldn't think like that. I needed to think of a way out.