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AT THE MORNING

The morning chirped with the voice of singing birds. The early sunlight came through the wide French-door window. It's all quiet, no dark clouds were grumbling in the morning sky, the weather already seems to forget how it poured and roared yesterday. It brought a new day with a new mood.

The curtains silently lay on the floor like it was sleeping after last night's torment, it was rain-washed all over the place and she could smell the slight fragrance of muddy earth. The rain surely stopped but it left the cool breezes behind and its effect on each and every existence.

The freshly bathed trees stood tall. The grasses, dampened and smudged by the rain, Flowers weighed down by the moisture and leaned towards its roots, as if bowing to the earth. Some delicate new plants can be seen while the roads and rooftops sparkled as if they were dressed new by a loving hand, fresh and fine.

The night, the storm, the day everything passed away leaving things in the past, in yesterday but she, her nightmares, her present. It all stayed. She couldn't close her eyes for a second. The night she spend wide awake at a silent corner of the room, hiding from anything that is alive. The fear and repetition of his words constantly rang in her ear.

** I'm leaving clothes on you **

What does that mean? Why did he do that? Why did he bring me here? When will he let me go?

And the most important question that made her breathless, that stuck in her mind, was asked against his eyes. She saw some burning flames of hate and anger in his orbs like he only waited to kill her with his bare hands all his life. Like she is the most hated person for him and he is stating this truth by the truest form of human beings that can't lie, Eyes. He truly hated her, she felt.

She prayed the thunder to stop lightning on those deadly pairs. She couldn't bear to look at them. She was ready to accept the utmost darkness then seeing his silent unpredictable gaze on her that  surrounded much more darkness than the weather itself carries.

Yn tried to stop thinking about him, his words. She turned at the other side of the bed, clutching the cover over her as tight as possible. She lay on the bed, letting the sunlight cast shadows on her face and snuggle more into the white bed sheet she warped herself in, that was spread on the bed. As she couldn't find anything else to cover her half displayed body she took the bed sheet.

Her little figure curled up in a ball when the thought of her grandpa made her heart restless. He must be so concerned about her well-being and probably he stayed awake all night, wishing for her return.

" Doesn't matter how bad your day was but don't ever skip your meals Yn, because you need a lot of strength to make tomorrow a better day than today it was for you "

He used to say that all the time whenever she refused to take food. A silent tear rolled down to her cheeks and she pulled her face under the sheet.

An hour or two passed, the clock ticked faster than usual. The morning soon turned into a day. Yn turned to the other side of the bed again. She unknowingly fell asleep for an hour. She keeps snuggling into the bed as if the bed will take her in and hide her somewhere between the curves of it. She opened her eyes only to meet the same empty white room. She raised her head and sat down on the bed looking nowhere but at the door. Of course!! it was locked. She sighed.

Climbing down, she hugged the bed sheet firmly around her. Early in the morning when the door got opened she flinched, scared to face the next but for her relief it was a male servant who left just after placing a plate and a bottle of water in the little square table. She laughed at that prison treatment she was getting and the plate of food was left untouched for all the day. 

Taking slow steps towards the window she rested her head on the painted frame of it.

" White is my favourite colour, but you are giving me pain right now. You know- white gets dirty easily! They say. But i think- white takes faded colours from others and make them look beautiful in comparison. White never gets dirty, it  settles between others. It chooses to be with others knowing that they will fade its own colour. White takes whatever colour is given to it and still it's so pure. Even after this colour loosens its brightness, it's still called the colour of peace. You're my favourite colour, so don't hurt my eyes this way "

The disability of talking to a real person made her self-centred. She talks to all the lifeless objects that are around her, and treats them as real. As if they can be hurt by words, they can feel happy, they can console a living being at their lows. For her they have emotions. She touched the wall gently, the colour. It's the same in all corners of the room. Empty white. But this white isn't pleasant to look at, it's made to hurt the eyes and frustrate the mind. But it's still white, her favourite. She smiled a little at it.

She stood tiptoed to sit on the smooth white marbled space in between the window frame that is wide enough for someone to sleep side by side. Sitting down on it she roamed her eyes outside of the window. The greenery of the garden provided some relief to her eyes. The room is definitely made for torturing the eyes of the captor and destroying the sense of a normal brain. What a psycho to build this.

She closed her eyes feeling the wind and fresh air and leaned her head on the frame.

Morning skipped to noon, noon skipped to dawn and dawn skipped to night. The sun got replaced by the moon. She sat all alone only to discover one more feature of this room. Little dim blue lights lit up in all the corners, at the end of the walls. That lights the room less and matches its silence best. She again closed her eyes. All the day passed just like this. Doing Nothing.

How could she survive like that? What is she supposed to do? Does he expect her to stay locked all her life without knowing anything about what she has done? How could he not understand that she has no power to cause him any harm? Is that too hard to understand by looking at someone weak like her? She kept her eyes close, the darkness was giving her fear and headaches. She pulled her knees close to her chest, hiding her face more into herself.

It was already night. Everyone and everything took leave from their work. 

She cannot tell the time but late at night when the crickets also stopped buzzing in the woods, they also slept in their little houses, She herd footsteps in the dead silence. This time she knows the owner of it. She can feel his presence and every time he arrives he makes it sure that everyone knows his arrival. Like an act of kindness, he warns them about his presence, about the denger. He doesn't carry bullets with him, he carries death in his bare hands. He is mysterious, dark and devilish.

Yesterday she wished to not face him ever again, she prayed for some miracle to happen and to make her vanish from his vision forever but today. After spending all the day, doing nothing, having nothing, feeling nothing, she realized that she cannot survive like this. Having no reason for her prison or having nothing to do with him in her whole life, she prepared herself. Prepared to question him this time, HE is the only one to answer her. There is no way out, so she forced herself to show a little courage. She needs to be free from his hell. She waited for him, to come inside, to look at her in the eyes so that she could read her answers within him, only if its a possible thing on earth to do. She wants to clear the confusion or at least this is what she thought.

The door got opened soundlessly and in no time he stepped inside. Without looking anywhere he closed the door before taking his steady steps towards her, exactly where she was sitting. He didn't even try to locate her like he knew where she was. She gulped her fear. Forced herself to sit there without any movement, without showing her fear to him. He made slow steps towards her, giving her more and more time to run if she wanted, after all it would add fun for him. And her breath fastened every passing second. In his way, he bent a little to grab the bottle up from the table. His eyes now found her, she was looking at him and he smirked.

He stood before her, towering her little scared figure. She tried to shift from his sharp stare. looking deep into her soul he opened the cap of the bottle and held it in front of her without a word. She doesn't even believe him or his actions, let that sealed water bottle of him alone. She denied.

Even after the denial he forwarded the bottle close to her and placed it just under her lips. He brought his face closer, let her see his fierce intense gaze with more clarity. The closeness was enough for her eyes to move, to look down at the floor. But she stood her ground, again she shook her head, Determined. But he suddenly pulled her close to his chest, grabbed her back and in a blink of an eye he did something.

Because one side of her dress was already torn apart so her innerwears were easy to reach. She somehow covered herself with the bed sheet so that she can hide her body as much possible. She was in shock when his action hit her. He literally unclipped her  inner that was perfectly covered by the silken bed sheet and after doing such a disgusting thing, he casually rested his hand on the frame beside her. He raised one of his eyebrows making sure the bottle was pressed against her lips leaving no gap.

She understood the useless denial of her will not be accepted. She closed her eyes shut to prevent any tears and sipped the water till the bottle was empty. She was thirsty after all the day. After drinking it full she slightly opened her eyes only to find his blank gaze of him at her covered figure with a clenched jaw-

" Did you like it when my servant saw you half naked ?? "

Her whole face gets red in anger and frustration. How dare he? She tried to utter some hurtful words to him, to curse him if god allows but nothing came out of her mute system. She pushed him with all her force which didn't work at him but still he moved a little for her. She jumped from where she was sitting. Because her toes wouldn't reach the floor doesn't matter how much she tried. That useless height of her is the second hated feature of her.

How could he? How dare he? That servent who left food for her was more gentle than his master, his eyes never looked up at her. She noticed how he left without giving a single glance at her. She was so thankful to him for giving her respect.

little did she know that no one was allowed to even cross the 5 metre distance to her, looking at her would be a huge breakage of rules and it's a mistake no one under the roof would make. They all love their dear life. He just made sure that they obeyed him.

But again her unlucky self, her feet landed on his feet instead of the floor and she lost all her balance only to fall on her face. She groaned in pain when her elbow and chin hit the hard surface of the marble floor. But Jungkook stood there like a stone statue like nothing happened, not even when her total weight suddenly fell in his feet, he didn't even flinch. How stoic a person can be to be like him.

Blaming her fate she straightened her posture. She sympathized herself who has fallen in his feet while he is still standing high. Which made her feel more powerless, weak just like some commodity.

Yn and Jungkook are typically opposite from each other but in one point they have deadly similarity, the feeling of helplessness. They both hated to be weak.

Jungkook scoffed before bending down to her level. He placed his hand on her back and slowly moved his hands down to upwards. She could feel shivers under the silk fabric, his palm moved according to her spine line to her nape and stopped at the back of her head, Strangling his hand in her hair.

"Good to know that you didn't "

She trembled in his grip, unsure of his next move. She prayed for her dignity, he had saved her from being raped, now he can't be one. Will he ?? His hand traveled from the back of her head to her shoulder, then to her jaw and stopped at her cheeks. As if he wonders his hands on her, feeling her at his touch. But with what emotion is the main question ?

" Do you know why you are here "

He asked very gently. His words can sound calm but his eyes were telling her a different story. Yn can feel the cruelty and heartlessness by his rough touch. His words are more clear then his existence but never his motives are. Sweat beads formed in her forehead, his eyes bored into her forehead. She nodded her head in nervousness and with that his hand slid from cheeks to her neck and he slammed her back at the floor.

" An unworthy life like you whose every breath is unloyal doesn't deserve any answer "

He roughly stated putting pressure on her neck. She struggled to remove his hand but he didn't even buzz a little from his place. His eyes were full of hatred. No emotions in him can be identified, not like he has any. He is entirely made of vengeance and warth. He never was touched by a loving hand to get any other emotions to know. He knew only blood. That's the only thing he learnt by himself. He was made by all the negatives and he accepted all those negatives. Time made him.

" You're born to serve for sins, You were destined to serve me, so no question is accepted "

He loosens his grip and hover over her face. There was the most devilish smirk in the corner of her lips. She feared his every touch and every words. His eyes was telling her that he really is someone dangerous someone unpredictable. She quivers like a blade of grass in the wind every time he looks at her, everytime he talks or comes close to her. She feels an unknown fear. That fear drives her somewhere else. She sees something else. She couldn't understand herself at that moment, her anxiety, her fear it feels familiarly unfamiliar.

" You are my servant now on. You do whatever i say, whatever i want. You stand at my command, you move by my finger. I'll touch you if it pleases me, use you if I feel like and fu.... "

Before he can complete his filthy sentence he got a straight slap across his face. But soon the realisation hit her, his eyes burned through her skin the moment he looked back at her. She felt naked under his intense watch like he can read her mind and he will manipulate her soul. That looks of him made her so scared that she couldn't stop her tears anymore. It slipped from her eyes without any resistance. Her lips shook unable to control her emotions inside her. The fear increased every passing second and he wouldn't look away from her eyes.

" MADE A MISTAKE "

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Okay so there is a thing i wanted you to notice before but I'll say it now.... So you can notice in  the previous chapter, when the story is about Yn's own house, the pictures are from anime. Like something which isn't real, something other then reality that doesn't last long. I mean when Yn is in the way to her grandpa, it's all kind of a happy dream like the pictures itself and dreams are bound to break. And on the other hand when the story is about the city or Jungkook's house, it's suddenly real pictures. So i want you to feel that her grandpa took her into a dreamy world, far from the reality and immediately when she stepped in the city her world changed within a day, her fate made her face the real world. She was destined to come to this world again and again. AND i said 'again and again' that means something  happened before the beginning which is happening again. Okay don't be confused, it's just i wanted you to know the theory of picture atmosphere. At her grandpa's place she is in the happiest dream and in the city she is in the cruel reality. Now tell me did you like the clash of reality and illusion by pictures.

Did i bore you with a long ass chapter and a boring af explanation ?? I just wanted to tell you that's why.... I'm embarrassed after writing (⁠´⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠.̫⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠'⁠)👉🏻👈🏻

You're free to tell me about the mistakes, I'll take it positively.