Chapter 5 : The Darkest Corner

When I came to, I found myself in a cold, dark room with no windows. The only light came from a flickering candle, casting eerie shadows on the walls. I was lying on a narrow bed, my wrists and ankles bound with heavy chains.

Kim Namjoon sat in a chair beside me, his eyes gleaming with a sinister intensity. "You're mine now," he whispered, his voice dripping with malice. "You'll never leave this place."

I struggled against the chains, but they were too strong. Panic set in as I realized the true extent of my captivity. I was trapped, at the mercy of a monster.

He leaned forward, his breath cold against my ear. "You'll learn to love me," he whispered. "You'll learn to crave my touch, my kiss."

I shuddered at the thought, but he just laughed, a low, menacing sound. "You'll see," he said. "I'll break you, and then you'll be mine forever."

As he spoke, he reached out and stroked my hair, his touch sending shivers down my spine. I knew then that I was in the darkest corner of his twisted world, with no escape in sight.

And then, the candle went out, plunging me into total darkness. I was alone, surrounded by the echoes of my own screams.

The darkness was suffocating, heavy with the scent of decay and despair. I felt like I was drowning, unable to escape the clutches of my tormentor.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps echoing through the darkness, growing louder with each passing moment. I knew he was coming for me, to claim me as his own.

I tried to scream, but my voice was hoarse and barely audible. The chains seemed to tighten, cutting into my skin like cold metal.

And then, the darkness was illuminated by a faint, flickering light. Kim Namjoon stood before me, a candle held aloft like a twisted offering.

"You're mine," he whispered, his eyes burning with an unholy desire. "Forever and always."

He reached out and traced my lips with his finger, his touch like ice. I felt a wave of revulsion wash over me, but he just smiled, his eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure.

"You'll learn to love me," he whispered, his breath cold against my skin. "You'll learn to beg for my touch."

I knew then that I was trapped in a living nightmare, with no escape from the monster who haunted me.