Chapter 10 : Whispers In The Dark

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I tried to rest, but my mind raced with thoughts of Nam-ju and Namjoon. Who were they, really? And what did they want from me?

As I lay there, I started to hear whispers. Faint, soft whispers that seemed to come from all around me. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but they sent shivers down my spine.

Suddenly, the door creaked open, and Nam-ju slipped inside. "Time for lunch, dear," she said, her voice low and mysterious.

As we reached the dining room, I saw Namjoon waiting for us, his eyes gleaming with an unsettling intensity. The table was spread with a feast of expensive delicacies - caviar, lobster, and champagne.

But as I sat down, Namjoon leaned in close and whispered in my ear, "You'll never leave this place." His hot breath sent shivers down my spine, and when I looked at him, he was staring at me with a lustful gaze and a smirk on his face.

I felt a chill run down my spine. What did he mean? And why was he looking at me like that?

Nam-ju's voice broke the silence, "Eat, dear. You must be hungry." But I couldn't eat. I couldn't even look at the food. All I could do was stare at Namjoon, and wonder what he had planned for me.

The rest of the meal was a blur. I was trapped in a nightmare, and I couldn't wake up. And when the meal finally ended, Nam-ju led me back to my room, her grip on my arm firm and unyielding.

As she closed the door behind me, I heard Namjoon's laughter echoing in the hallway. It was a cold, mirthless sound, and it sent shivers down my spine.

I tried to rest, but I couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched. And then, I heard the door creak open again. Namjoon slipped inside, a sly grin spreading across his face.

"My little plaything," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "It's time for some entertainment."

I tried to scream, but my voice was frozen in my throat. Namjoon approached me, his eyes gleaming with a sinister light. And then, he reached out and stroked my hair, his touch sending shivers down my spine.

And then, he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine, forcefully and possessively. It was a kiss that spoke of ownership, of control, of obsession. And I knew I was trapped, forever at the mercy of Namjoon's twisted desires.

I tried to push him away, but he was too strong. He held me in place, his lips still pressed against mine. I felt a wave of fear wash over me as I realized the true extent of his obsession.

And then, he pulled back, a sly grin still spreading across his face. "You're mine now," he repeated, his voice dripping with malice. "And I'll play with you until I get bored."

"You'll never leave this place," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "You'll never escape me."

And with that, he turned and walked away, leaving me trapped and alone in the darkness. I was at the mercy of Nam-joon's twisted desires, and I knew I had to find a way to escape before it was too late.