As the day went by extremely slowly for Yn, while the seven sins, who claimed her to be theirs were working on their plan to win her heart and make her stay, either by hook or by crook.

The room, a silent witness to Yn's internal struggle, held an air of oppressive tension. When the door swung open, hope flickered in her eyes at the prospect of freedom, but it was swiftly extinguished as Namjoon entered with a tray.

Namjoon: (coldly) Eat quickly. You need to keep up your strength.

Yn, her spirit unbroken, stared at the food but shook her head.

Yn: (defiant) I won't eat anything until you tell me why I'm here and what you want from me.

Namjoon's eyes narrowed, his patience wearing thin.

Namjoon: (commanding) You don't get to ask questions. Just eat.

Yn: (resilient) I won't do anything until you give me answers.

Namjoon's anger flared, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

Namjoon: (shouting) You will eat, or do you want to feel the consequences?

Yn, fear taking hold, stammered in response.

Yn: (pleading) I just want to go home. Please, tell me what's going on.

Namjoon, frustrated, grabbed Yn's arm, forcing her into a seated position.

Namjoon: (harshly) You're not going anywhere. Now, eat!

Yn's defiance wavered as he loomed over her, the atmosphere thick with tension.

Yn: (teary-eyed) Please, just let me go.

Namjoon, unyielding, raised a hand to her mouth, a gesture that silenced her protests. He force-fed her, each bite a bitter reminder of her captivity.

Yn: (choking) Stop, please!

Namjoon, relentless, poured water into a glass, forcing it to her lips.

Namjoon: (authoritative) Drink.

As she swallowed, tears streamed down Yn's face. The room echoed her pleas and Namjoon's cold commands, creating a haunting symphony of captivity and resistance. The chilling reality of her situation sank in, leaving Yn helpless in the grasp of forces darker and more unpredictable than she could have ever imagined.

Namjoon's abrupt shift in demeanor was as bewildering as the events that had unfolded. In an instant, the cold, commanding figure vanished, replaced by someone entirely different. The glass and tray were set aside, and he enveloped Yn in a tight embrace.

Namjoon: (softly) Shh, it's okay. You're safe.

Yn, still trembling from the earlier confrontation, was too stunned to react. Her silent prayers for freedom echoed in the recesses of her mind as Namjoon tenderly stroked her hair.

Namjoon: (whispering) You don't have to be afraid, Yn. I promise.

Her tears, a silent testament to her ordeal, gradually subsided as Namjoon's soothing words wrapped around her like a fragile cocoon. The room, once a battleground, transformed into a haven of unexpected solace.

As Namjoon continued to murmur reassurances, Yn, emotionally drained, found herself surrendering to the odd comfort he offered. It was a paradox, a moment where the very person who had instilled fear became the source of an eerie, distorted kind of comfort.

In response to his gentle actions, a reflex within Yn prompted her to reciprocate. She hesitated at first, then tentatively wrapped her arms around Namjoon. The exhaustion of the tumultuous day settled over her like a heavy shroud, and she closed her eyes, allowing the rhythmic hush of Namjoon's whispers to lull her into an uneasy slumber.

The room, witness to an intricate dance of dominance and vulnerability, now held two figures entwined in an unsettling harmony—victim and captor, lost in the silent echoes of a twisted reality.
The atmosphere in the dining room was thick with tension as Namjoon reentered, holding the tray with measured composure. The six men, each with an air of commanding authority, awaited his return to commence their serious deliberation.

Namjoon: (stoically) She's resting now.

Seokjin's piercing gaze met Namjoon's, his voice low and deliberate.

Seokjin: (gravely) We can't afford any more disruptions. She needs to understand the consequences if she tries to escape.

Yoongi, his expression unreadable, spoke with a certain coldness.

Yoongi: (bluntly) We can't let her slip away. Not again.

Hoseok, his eyes darkened, interjected with a sense of urgency.

Hoseok: (intense) We've lost before, and we won't let it happen again.

As the conversation continued, subtle references to past betrayals and lost loves lingered in their words, unspoken names and faded memories casting a somber shadow over the discussion.

Taehyung: (reflectively) We've all had someone we cared about... and they left us.

Jimin, his eyes distant, added with a hint of bitterness.

Jimin: (softly) For someone else.

Jungkook, the youngest but no less intense, clenched his fist as the echoes of the past resonated in the room.

Jungkook: (with determination) We won't let history repeat itself.

The table fell into a tense silence, the weight of their shared past and their obsessive desire for Yn weaving an unspoken pact among them. The flickering candlelight cast shadows on their faces, revealing the complex emotions etched in their expressions.

Namjoon: (commanding) We do what it takes to keep her here. No compromises.

The silent agreement settled, and the meal continued with an undertone of ominous determination. The mansion, a fortress of their own making, held secrets and scars, and within its walls, the devils plotted to ensure that Yn remained captive in their web of possessive love and shared heartbreak.

The devils dispersed to their respective chambers after the tense dinner, the mansion sinking into an eerie stillness. Yet, amidst the quiet corridors, one figure lingered, driven by a curiosity that surpassed the weight of their collective intentions.

Jimin, his steps silent as a whisper, approached Yn's door. He hesitated, his hand hovering over the doorknob, torn between the order to leave her be and an inexplicable urge to ensure her well-being.

His internal conflict subsided as a sliver of genuine concern emerged. Gently turning the knob, he pushed the door open, revealing Yn asleep, her vulnerability heightened in the soft glow of the room.

Jimin, who had been a silent spectator during the earlier drama, found himself wrestling with an uncharacteristic sense of guilt. He approached her with a cautious step, not wanting to disturb the fragile peace that had settled over her.

Yn lay in an uneasy slumber, her features softened in the dim light. Jimin's gaze lingered, an unfamiliar tenderness replacing the intensity that typically colored his interactions.

Jimin: (whispering) I hope you find some peace, even in this chaos.

He stayed only for a moment, the conflict within him unresolved, before silently retreating from the room. As he closed the door behind him, the weight of their shared secrets and unspoken emotions hung in the air, a haunting presence in the mansion that held captive both devils and the object of their unsettling desires.

As Jimin came out of her room he was startled by someone's presence.
Taehyung's sudden appearance behind Jimin sent a jolt of surprise through him. Their eyes met, and in that shared gaze, unspoken understanding passed between them. Taehyung approached Jimin, placing a steadying hand on his shoulder.

Taehyung: (softly) We can't afford to act impulsively, Jimin. We've been through this before.

Jimin's expression hardened, the weight of their shared history pressing upon them.

Jimin: (resolute) We can't lose her. Not like before.

Taehyung: (nodding) Exactly. We need to be careful, calculated.

Jimin sighed, the gravity of their obsession with Yn settling heavily on his shoulders.

Jimin: (reflective) We've lost someone dear to us. We can't let history repeat itself.

Taehyung: (intense) So, no more impulsive actions. We observe, we plan, but we don't let emotions cloud our judgment.

Their conversation, dense with unspoken fears and shared resolve, hung in the quiet corridor. After a moment, they parted ways, each retreating to their respective rooms with a shared commitment to vigilance.

The mansion, bathed in the soft glow of night, embraced the devils and their internal turmoil. As Jimin and Taehyung closed their doors, the shadows of their pasts loomed over them, a haunting reminder of the fragile balance they sought to maintain in their relentless pursuit of a captive love. Sleep, elusive and troubled, awaited them, promising both respite and the anticipation of another day entangled in the enigmatic web they had woven around Yn.

The next morning Yn woke up from her deep slumber when someone knocked on the door.

The unexpected visitor had left Yn in a state of confusion. She pondered over the strange dynamics of this place — her "home," yet a place where doors were knocked, not barged into. As she changed into the fresh clothes, she couldn't shake off the feeling of being in a surreal dream.

Descending the stairs, she found the lady preparing breakfast. The aroma of the food failed to mask the unease that lingered in the air. The lady's instructions to change and join for breakfast seemed strangely meticulous, and Wayan hesitated, contemplating her chances of escape.

As she sat at the dining table, the lady's demeanor shifted from hospitable to foreboding. Yn, spoon in hand, inquired about the whereabouts of the others. The lady's response, delivered with a cold stare, sent a shiver down Yn's spine — they were at an urgent office meeting.

The moment seemed opportune for escape, but the lady's ominous warning shattered any such notions. With a deliberate calmness, the lady sat across from Yn, her eyes stern.

Lady: (coldly) Don't entertain thoughts of leaving. It won't end well for either of us.

Perplexed, Yn pressed for an explanation.
Yn-" Huh!? umm w-what do you mean!?"

It was then that the lady revealed a cruel twist — the surveillance of the maid's family. If Yn attempted to flee, harm would befall the very people she sought to protect.

The weight of this revelation pressed heavily on Yn's shoulders. Alone in her room, tears welled up, cascading down her face. Fear, frustration, and a sense of entrapment converged into a river of despair. The realization that her every move was being watched, and the consequences of defiance extended beyond her own fate, left Yn feeling truly powerless. The walls that surrounded her, once mere physical barriers, now seemed to close in, trapping her in a nightmarish scenario that unfolded with every passing moment.