Yn’s body aches with exhaustion, her mind fogged by the oppressive weight of captivity. The sterile scent of the hospital room lingers in the air, but it's suffocating now, a constant reminder that she's trapped. Even as she lies motionless on the bed, every instinct inside her screams to run, to break free, but where to? There’s nowhere to go. Not anymore.

The door creaks open, and Seokjin enters, his figure silhouetted against the harsh light outside. His eyes scan her form, his gaze intense, like a predator watching his prey, always waiting. He steps closer, the floorboards creaking beneath his weight, and her breath catches in her throat.

Seokjin: (Softly, his voice laced with tenderness) My love, you look so fragile. I can’t bear it.

Yn: (Weakly) Please... Seokjin... let me go...

(Seokjin’s eyes narrow, the gentleness slipping from his features like a mask falling away. His jaw tightens, and he steps closer, his presence overwhelming.)

Seokjin: (Voice darkening) You still don’t understand, do you, Yn? You think I’ll let you go? No. You’re mine. Forever. And you’ll learn to love me, no matter how long it takes.

Yn: (Tears welling up, her voice trembling) This isn’t love, Seokjin... this is madness. Please, I’m begging you... let me go.

(Seokjin crouches beside her, his fingers lightly tracing her arm, the touch both possessive and gentle. His face softens as he looks at her, but there's a hunger behind his eyes, something darker.)

Seokjin: (Whispering) You’ll see, Yn. Soon, you’ll see. I’m doing this for us. For our future. And in time, you’ll understand that I was the only one who truly loved you. You were always meant to be mine.

(Yn flinches at his touch, the fear flooding her veins, but she says nothing. The days have become indistinguishable, each moment spent in this prison, but the spark of defiance still burns within her. It’s faint now, fading with every passing second, but it’s there.)

Yn: (Barely above a whisper) No, Seokjin... please...

(Seokjin leans in, brushing his lips against her forehead, the caress both tender and chilling. When he pulls back, his eyes gleam with something almost… satisfied.)

Seokjin: (With a soft chuckle) You’re still in denial, but that’s okay. We have time. We have all the time in the world.

(He rises to his feet and looks down at her with a knowing smile, the power dynamic shifting ever so slightly, but it’s enough to make her shudder.)

Seokjin: (Coldly) I have something special planned for us tonight. A celebration, of sorts. You’ll finally understand how perfect we are together.

Yn: (Panicking, her voice hoarse) No... please, don’t do anything crazy...

(But Seokjin is already turning away, his footsteps retreating as he leaves her in the cold silence of the room. Yn’s heart races, dread suffocating her as she stares at the door. What’s he planning? What more could he possibly do to her?)

Yn: (Whispering, voice breaking) I need to get out of here. I have to find a way...

(But where? The question echoes in her mind, unanswered. Seokjin’s obsession has wrapped itself around her, and the more she fights, the tighter it seems to grow. There is no escape. There’s only Seokjin, and his promises that feel more like curses with each passing moment.)

(As the hours pass, Yn grows weaker. The isolation, the lack of contact with the outside world, the relentless torment—each moment chips away at her sanity. Her thoughts become a blur of fear and desperation, but she refuses to let go of one thing. Hope.)

Yn: (Whispering to herself) I have to find a way out. I can’t let him win.

(Seokjin’s footsteps return, slow and deliberate. His shadow stretches across the threshold of the door before he steps inside, holding something in his hands. A tray of food, neatly arranged, a candle flickering softly beside it. His smile is a mask of innocence, but his eyes betray the madness that lurks beneath.)

Seokjin: (Cheerfully) I thought we could have dinner together, just the two of us. Doesn’t that sound nice?

Yn: (Eyes wide with fear, her voice strained) No... no, I don’t want this... I don’t want anything from you...

(Seokjin places the tray on the nightstand, sitting beside her with an ease that makes her skin crawl. His fingers brush against hers, and for a moment, it’s as if the world fades away. There is only him, only Seokjin, and his twisted love for her.)

Seokjin: (Gently) You’ll see, Yn. This is all for you. For us. We’ll build a life together, away from the world. Just you and me.

Yn: (Tears slipping down her cheeks) You’re insane... you don’t see it, do you? This isn’t love, Seokjin. It’s obsession. It’s... it’s destroying me.

Seokjin: (His eyes darken, his voice low and menacing) I told you before, Yn. I don’t care what you think. You’re mine. And nothing will ever change that.

(Yn recoils as he leans in to kiss her, the pressure of his lips suffocating, but she has no strength left to fight him. She closes her eyes, the tears falling freely as his touch consumes her, a reminder of the cage she’s trapped in.)

(Seokjin pulls away, his gaze searching her face, a faint trace of concern flashing across his features. But it’s fleeting, gone in an instant.)

Seokjin: (Softly) Don’t worry, Yn. Soon, you’ll learn to love me. I’ll make sure of it.

(And as he leans back, satisfied with the way things are, Yn's heart breaks, piece by piece. The nightmare isn’t over. It’s only just begun.)

Seokjin watches Yn carefully, his eyes gleaming with a twisted satisfaction as he sets the tray in front of her. The food looks normal—nothing that would arouse suspicion. But he knows exactly what’s inside. His plan is already in motion, and soon, everything will fall into place.

Yn stares at the plate in front of her, her expression hardening with defiance. She’s been fed lies, manipulated, and controlled long enough. The food seems like just another attempt to break her, to keep her bound to him.

Yn: (Shaking her head, her voice hoarse) No... I’m not hungry. I don’t want anything from you.

(Seokjin tilts his head, his smile never faltering. He lifts a spoonful of food, bringing it to her lips, his gaze never leaving hers.)

Seokjin: (Softly) You’re being stubborn again, Yn. Just one bite. Please. For me?

(Yn glares at him, her eyes filled with silent fury. But as she stares into his eyes, something shifts in her. Something vulnerable. Maybe it’s the weariness, the feeling of being utterly helpless. Maybe it’s the way Seokjin’s voice softens, almost coaxing. Reluctantly, she opens her mouth, but her gaze doesn’t leave his.)

Yn: (Quietly) I hate you.

(Seokjin’s smile widens at her words, a flicker of satisfaction in his eyes. He gently feeds her the spoonful of food, watching as her lips part to accept it. After she swallows, he takes a bite for himself, savoring the taste. The food is laced with something potent—an antidote already taken by him to ensure he remains unaffected.)

Seokjin: (Casually) I know you don’t mean that, Yn. You’ll come to understand soon enough.

(Yn takes a few more bites, her body beginning to feel strange. At first, it’s subtle—a heaviness in her limbs, a slight fog in her mind. But as the minutes pass, the sensation grows more intense, a drowsiness creeping in that she can’t shake off. Her thoughts blur, her mind slowing, and before she knows it, she starts to giggle—soft, hesitant at first, but then louder, more carefree.)

Yn: (Giggling uncontrollably) Hehehe... Jinniee, why does everything feel so funny? Hehehe...

(Seokjin’s eyes narrow slightly, but his smile never fades. He watches her as she laughs, her body twitching with childish delight. His plan is unfolding perfectly, and he revels in the sight of her acting so innocent, so utterly dependent.)

(At first, he doesn’t react to her sudden outburst, pretending as though it’s just a trivial moment, something to ignore. But when she calls him “Jinniee,” his gaze sharpens, and a dark satisfaction fills him.)

Yn: (Pouting, reaching out for him) Jinniee, I want to play! Play with me, Jinniee! You’re so funny!

(Seokjin chuckles softly, his devilish grin growing wider as Yn leans toward him, her eyes wide and filled with adoration—completely oblivious to the fact that she’s no longer herself. She’s just a child in need of attention, in need of him.)

Seokjin: (With a mocking sweetness) Of course, Yn. I’ll play with you. Anything for you, my love.

(He strokes her hair gently, his fingers combing through the strands as she giggles, leaning into him with all the trust in the world. She’s lost now, trapped in her own childlike mind, and Seokjin couldn’t be more pleased.)

Yn: (Clinging to his arm, her voice small) Jinniee, hold me... I wanna be with you. Only you...

(Seokjin’s smile widens, his heart darkening with pleasure at the sight of her dependence. She’s no longer the woman who defied him, who fought back against his advances. She’s nothing but a fragile, helpless girl, desperately craving his attention, his affection, and his presence.)

Seokjin: (Softly, almost tenderly) You don’t need anyone else, Yn. It’s always been me, hasn’t it?

(He pulls her closer, his arms wrapping around her, holding her tightly as she nuzzles into his chest. She purrs like a kitten, her body relaxed and utterly unaware of the sinister control Seokjin has over her now. She’s a child, and he’s the only one she needs. It’s exactly what he wanted.)

Yn: (With a content sigh) You’re the best, Jinniee... I love you.

(Seokjin’s smirk never fades, even as he watches her, his fingers tracing the side of her face with a possessive, slow touch. His grip on her tightens, his expression darkening just a fraction as he savors the power he has over her.)

Seokjin: (Whispering, his voice laced with satisfaction) I know, Yn. I know. And soon, you’ll realize just how much you need me. How much you can’t live without me.

(Yn’s eyes flutter closed, her breathing soft and shallow as she rests in his arms. She’s completely at his mercy now, her will and mind shattered, her dependence on him absolute. And Seokjin—Seokjin will never let her go. Not now, not ever.)

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