Y/N POV :

                     Without ceremony, Mr. Jeon gives me  firm command.

Mr. Jeon : "Get down from the car. Now"

                    His tone leave me room for argument, the authority in his voice making it clear that he expects immediate compliance.

Mr.Jeon : "I said get down". 

                    He's obviously in no mood to repeat himself, and his intense gaze seems to pierce right through me.

                    I attempt to speak up, the curiosity and trepidation clear in my voice.

"Why did you being me here Mr. Jeon?"

                    I ask, my voice concern, point out the obvious as the sky grows darker.

"It's getting late  . . . I really need to go home.

Please, just take me home sir".

                    I say, my eyes locked with his hoping to convince him to comply.

                    His chuckle holds a mixture of mockery and satisfaction as he looks at me with a smirk.

Mr. Jeon : "You are at home" 

                    He responds, his voice laced with subtle mockery. The implications of his words send a chill down my spine, as I realize that I'm indeed physically in his home.

                    Mr.Jeon repeats "You heard me correctly . . . This is our home. From now on, this is where you'll live and you'll obey me. Understood?"

                     I attempt to resist, planting my feet firmly, and refusing to enter the mansion, but Mr.Jeon is relentless. With a firm grip on my arm, he drags me forcefully inside without  regard for my protest. His tone leaves no room for argument as he pulls me forcefully by the arm, his grip tight and possessive. 

Mr. Jeon : "Come here"

                    He orders, his voice demanding. Despite my struggles to free myself from his grip, Mr.Jeon's determination is unwavering, and he continues to pull me forcefully, picking me up over his shoulder and carry me inside the mansion without a second thought. His strength overpowering my resistance, and I find myself reluctantly dragged into the unknown. My scream for him to release me only falls on deaf ears as Mr.Jeon, driven by a mixture of anger and determination, continues to drag me inside his mansion. His grip on my arm remains ironclad, his expression resolute and unfazed by my pleas. Mr.Jeon, his grip still firm on my arm, drags me into his room and unceremoniously throws me onto his bed. The action is done with a mixture of dominance and possessiveness, his intentions clearly evident in the way he manhandles me. Through tears and a raised voice, my question comes out in a mixture of anguish and confusion.

"Why are you doing this?"

                     I ask, desperation lacing my words.

"Why are you kidnapping me? I don't understand" 

                    He chuckle escapes from his lips, his smirk adding an eerie edge to his already angered expression. His mockery manner only serves to heighten the sense of anxiety and fear swelling inside me. It's evident that he's realising in my distress, finding sadistic pleasure in my plight. With a smug , he speaks up, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Mr.Jeon :

"I didn't kidnap you, I'm just protecting what belongs to me".

                     His voice takes on another even more pleasure tone as he reinforces his claim on me.

Mr.Jeon :  "I won't tolerate anyone else  touching my property"

                    His face leans closer to mine, his expression intense and focused.

Mr.Jeon : "You'll obey my orders, follow my rules, and submit completely to me".

                    With a loud slam, Mr.Jeon leaves the room, locking the door behind him. The sound echoes in my ears, signaling my confinement and complete isolation. The realisation that I'm now trapped. Desperation grips me as I frantically search for my phone, only to realise that it's nowhere to be found with a sickening realisation, I remember that Mr.Jeon took it away along with my bag. The absence of my phone only trembles as I call out desperately for my parents, my tears streaming down my face.

"Mom . . . Dad . . ."

                    I crack out between sobs, my voice filled with anguish. But the silence that greets my speaks volumes, a stark reminder of my predicament. My tears eventually subside into a weary exhaustion.

Author POV :

                    Y/n slowly drift off sleep. Her body and mind wrung out from the ordeal, find temporary solace in the oblivion of unconsciousness.

                          *Time skips*

                    Her sleep  is suddenly interrupted as the sound of the door opening jolts her awake. In a moment of fear, she recognise Mr.Jeon entering the room, his presence immediately making her uneasy. Her words came out in a rushed, anxious mess as she desperately try to explain herself to him.

Y/n : "Please listen"

                    She begins, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Eunwoo, he confessed to me . . . I didn't want it, it wasn't my choice. He drag me to the terrace, confessed and kissed me.
Please, don't punish me for something that wasn't my fault. I didn't want any of it, I swear !"

Y/N POV :

                    Mr.Jeon remains silent, his gaze fixed on me, his expression unreadable. The room feels heavy with tension, the air thick with uncertainty. His lack of response only heightens my anxiety, leaving me wondering what his next move will be. But instead he feeds me the food he has brought in. A hint of confusion and suprise crosses my face.

Mr.Jeon :

"Eat this sweetheart".

                    He instructs, gesturing toward the food the holds in his hands. His unexpected contrast, leaving me puzzled by his behaviour. Nevertheless, I find myself opening my mouth and eating the food that he offers. But my emotions overwhelm me, and tears flow freely as my voice longing for my parents.

"I miss my mom and dad".

                   I manage to chock out between sobs, my voice quavering with a mix of sadness and helplessness. As my tears continue to fall, he suprises me by enveloping my head in a gentle embrace. His hand soothingly pats me, offering comfort and reassurance.

Mr.Jeon : "Shhh, it's going to be okay"

                    He murmurs, his voice soft and soothing.

"I'm here for you now"

                    His tone remains firm but affectionate as he repeats his command.

Mr. Jeon : "Eat up sweetheart"

                    After I finished food that Mr.Jeon had offered me, he picks up a glass of water and raises it to my lip.

Mr.Jeon : "Here, drink some water".

                    I somewhat bewildered by the care and attention he's giving me, as he gently tilts the glass, guiding the water to my lip to quench my thirst. After that as he attempts to leave the room, I speak up hastily, stopping him in his tracks.

"Wait !"

                    I say, my voice filled with a mix of pleading and desperation.

"Can you please give me my phone back?"

                    There's a hint of regret in Mr.Jeon's tone as he replies to me, explaining that I have to stay alone in the room for now.

Mr.Jeon : "I'm sorry but no, you'll need to stay in here by yourself for the time being. I'll be back in few hours"

                    I can't help but wonder aloud as I ask him.

"Where are you going?

Mr. Jeon : "I can't tell you, it's private, nothing important.  Just one business I need to attend to".

                     I respond with a quiet, thoughtful hum, and watch as Mr.Jeon exits the room, locking the door behind him. The sound of the door firmly closing and locking creats a sense of confinement a reminder of my isolation and confinement. Loneliness and fear threaten to overtake me as I remain locked in the room by myself. The isolation weighs heavily, and the uncertainty of what will happen next adds to my anxiety. The feeling of helplessness grows, leaving me searching for a way to distract myself from the growing sense of dread.

  _________[To be continued]_________

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