(DIANA'S P.O.V)

Why does she look diseased?

Honestly...

A perfect example, in my opinion, of why some people shouldn't even be allowed to breed. Too sad.

Though I AM interested to find out what Jimin sees in her...

I smile at Maya once more.

Standing solitary in the corner of the room, she reminds of the ragdoll I used to play with as a child.

Except... More... Well, fucked up

"Honey... I hope you're ready for the event tommorow!" I say, turning towards Jimin.

Jimin stops scrolling on his phone and stares up at me blankly.

"What event?" He asks.

"Well, you know..." I answer back in a comical tone.

Jimin continues to stare.

"Honey... It's our 1 year anniversary. We've been planning this for months. Don't tell me you forgot..." I say, my voice falling flat.

"Okay... No. NO. First of all, YOU'VE been planning this for months; I have nothing to do with this. And for God's sake, we're not even married-"

"YET" I interrupt.

"...Yet, and even when we are I won't be wasting my time with all your material shows of wealth..."

"THEY ARE NOT-" I lower my voice. "They are not 'shows of wealth'! How could you even say that?"

Jimin scoffs.

"Look... I just want it to be a special night for us... Us and a few family and friends. Please. I already put out the invitations." I plead, grabbing hold of Jimins hand.

Jimin shakes me off and pushes his chair out.

"Please honey. Just this once..." I beg.

Jimin pauses for a moment.

"Fine. I'll come." He states, standing up and making way towards the exit. "But don't expect me to be walking around exchanging plesentaries with your dad's buisness partners; I know he's the one that set you up for this."

"Honey, you know that's not-"

"Keep talking and I won't even bother showing up." Jimin shouts, his eyes boring into mine.

...

I lower my glance.

Okay Jimin. You win.

...

From the corner of my eye, I see him reaching for the door handle.

"Oh and Diana" Jimin says, looking over his shoulder.

"Yes honey?" I reply hastly.

"Don't EVER call me that again."

With that he walks out, slamming the door shut behind him. Leaving me by myself to gather up my thoughts.

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(MAYA'S POV)

Well... Okay then...

I stare wide eyed at Diana as she steadily stands up and pushes her chair in.

Why is he so mean to her? She seems so nice...

I rush forward to receive more orders but pauses as I see Diana jump back.

"Oh. Maya. I forgot you were here..." Diana says, her expression blank.

"Well, I didn't know what else to do so-"

"It's fine but next time, when me and Jimin are having private conversations, you will leave the room."

"O-Okay?" I reply.

Diana smiles at me half-heartedly before turing to leave.

I follow her whole-heartedly hoping she could provide me with some means of escaping this place.

......

I go after her to the top floor of the house, a task done in complete silence.

Shouldn't they have elevators?

I ignore the fairly obvious answer and follow Diana through a large doorway.

Woah, this must be her bedroom...

As my eyes wander around Diana's room I realize that it's much, MUCH different from my own. The all-white furnishing gives a facade of minimalism but with closer look, you can see the layers beneath it.

The first thing I notice when I stepped inside is the small fire burning on one side of the wall, accompanied by a lone rocking chair.

Facing the firplace is a king sized bed with layers upon layers of quilted blankets and an unnecessary amount of cushions.

To my left, a large walk-in closet peeks through the crack of the door and a large scale mirror accompanies it.

There's a rather low, glass table in the middle of the room, with nothing but a large vase containing three beautiful white roses.

I could go on for hours but what caught my interest was the sparse personal belongings in the room. A small cabinet hidden behind the background of the room has several different animal sculptures on it.

I can't see really well from this distance between but I can make out a tiger, a wolf, and what I think is a gazelle.

Next to it stood a single photo of Diana and Jimin, wrapped in each other's arms.

They look happy. Well happier than now at least... I wonder what-

My train of thoughts is interrupted as Diana starts speaking.

"God, I have a headache..." Diana mumbles, setting herself down on her bed and clutching her forehead.

"Maya, go fetch my bottle of asprin from the bathroom. It's inside the second cabinet to the left."

I nod my head and move swiftly towards the bathroom door.

Opening the handle, I don't bother admiring the stainless bathroom interor but focus on following my instructions.

Opening the door of my designated cabinet, I am faced with an unnecessary amount of pills and medications.

Is this all hers?

I take a gulp before digging through the medicine cabinet and finding the asprin.

I am about to close the door when I spot something else..

Prozac...

I haven't got my daily dose of these from Colin since the day of the party; whatever day that was.

I stare blankly at the package for a few seconds.

Would she notice if one went missing?

I grab the packet off the sill and examine the prescription.

It has her name on it but it's not even open...

I decide It's not worth the risk and put the prozac back in it's original position. Looking at it one last time, I close the cabinet door and exit the bathroom.

I hand the asprin bottle to Diana and stand back.

"What took you so long?" Diana questions popping a few pills in her mouth.

"I had trouble finding the right bottle... Sorry." I reply as I watch her swallow the medication without any water.

I swallow my saliva.

"God my head is killing me..." Diana exclaim.

This probably isn't a good time to ask her about Jimin...

"Maya, go to the kitchen and ask the cook to make me some peppermint tea." She orders, massaging her temple.

"Yes Di- Miss Diana" I reply hastily, before movie towards the door.

I'll ask her another time.

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(JIMIN'S POV)

I scroll aimlessly through the list of names on my phone.

6 more. I just need 6 more.

You'll get them soon Jimin.

I set the phone down on my bed and move to the door.

Well first I want something to eat, I barely had anything because of that bitch Diana.

Opening the door, the first thing I see is a flash of black stockings running down the stairs.

Maya?

"Hey! Maya?" I call after her.

She brings herself to a halt and nervously turns around.

"Where are you going?" I question, frowning at her.

"M-Miss Diana asked me to bring her some peppermint tea from the kitchen... She has a headache and had to-"

"Yeah, whatever, I don't care." I interrupt her.

I might as well ask her to get me something too.

"Since you're going down, get me a red apple too." I order, turning to go back inside.

"Okay..." Maya replies before hurrying off.

I smirk, going back inside my room.

Well she's behaving so far...

So far...

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(MAYA'S POV)

Why am I pretending like everything's normal? I mean I've been kidnapped by a murderer and now been turned into his bloody slave?

I reach the bottom of the stairs.

This isn't rational! I need to call the police... Or Lucy... Or SOMEBODY?

I reach the door to the kitchen.

They probably know I am missing by now right? I mean SOMEBODY has to come looking for me? Right?

"Excuse me, could you open the door please." A voice calls out, snapping me away from my thoughts.

"Huh?"

I suddenly realise I've been standing stationary next to the kitchen door with my hand on the handle.

"The door, dearie." A woman, holding two heavy looking bags repeat.

"Oh right. Sorry."

I push open the door and let her pass.

Is SHE the cook?

I wait for her to set down the bags before inquiring.

"Um, Miss Diana asked me to ask you to make her some peppermint tea." I recite.

"Oh, Diana can wait, first let me introduce myself." She exclaims with a smile.

She wipes her hands down on her apron and points one out to me. Her outfit's similar to mine but in a shade of gray rather than black.

I shake.

"My name's Martha, Martha Robins. I am the main cook here, well the only cook... Place is barren after Diana fired the other two, a shame really..." She pauses before moving to empty the contents of the bag. "Oh and who are you?"

"I am Maya, just Maya. I am Miss Diana's new help." I say.

Martha scoffs.

"May God help your soul." She mumbles as she put the kettle on.

"Why do you say that?"

"Oh you'll find out soon enough... Just make sure you don't get on her bad side." Martha laughs, grabbing the peppermint leaves from a low shelf. "But you didn't hear that from me!"

Well, she's been nice to me so far..

I watch as she adds a spoon full of honey to the cup and hands it to me.

"Well you better get going, Diana doesn't like waiting." She adds before turning back to her work.

I thank her and turn to leave.

Oh wait, the apple.

"Oh and Martha, can I have an apple too? Jimin asked."

The room feels colder after I mentioned Jimin.

"Where is he?" Martha asks, her back still towards me.

"Upstairs... In his room, why?

There's a pause before she opens one of the cupboards and takes out a green apple.

Turning towards me, I notice her face is paler than before.

"Are you okay?" I ask, as I take the apple from her.

There's yet another pause.

"Yes... Yes. It's just- I just... Look, just be careful around that boy. He's bad news for young girls like you..."

Tell me about it.

"Oh, Okay?"

I frown as I turn and walk out the kitchen.

Still, what did she mean by that?

Crossing the hallway to the stairs, I linger at the foot of the steps.

Maybe it's not a good idea to go INTO his room.

But then again, if I don't, he might tell me off...

I grit my teeth and force myself to walk up to his bedroom door.

Should I knock?

Balancing the cup of tea and the apple in one hand, I knock hurridly on the wooden door.

Almost immediately it opens.

"Come in" Jimin says, turning his back to me and setting himself down in front of his computer.

Can't he just TAKE the apple?

I cautiously step in, surveying my surroundings as I do.

The room is much simpler compared to Diana's. A bed, a wardrobe, a bedside table and a computer desk.

Striped of colour and even the slightest hint of personal belongings, it looks more like a prison than a bedroom.

I shake the thought off and walk closer to him.

The computer's not even turned on, what's he doing?

I reach out my left hand containing the apple and place it on the computer desk next to him.

"Here's what you asked for" I say, watching for even a look of gratitude.

What a dick...

I am about to retract my hand back when suddely he grabs it and pulls me down to face him.

"HUH!?"

My eyes shake as I come close to his, barely centimeters away from him, I am paralyzed with fear.

"I asked for a red apple..." He says breaking eye contact, "Not this." Holding the green apple to my face with his spare hand.

I gulp.

"I-I am so s-sorry, I'll get you another one." I reply, panicking.

I try to pull away from his grasp but he holds on to me tighter.

Let me go...

I pull back even harder and this time he lets go. Flinging me back, I loose balance of the teacup in my right hand and spill it over Jimin's head.

"AGHHHH" Jimin exclaims, shooting up in pain.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry, Oh God, I am so sorry!" I repeat, putting the cup down on the desk.

I instinctively retrieve a few tissues from the tissue box, next to the computer, and fold them neatly.

"For fucks sake..." Jimin breathes, desperately trying to wipe down his shirt.

I breathe out and move infront of him. Looking up to see me so close, he's suddenly taken aback.

See I told you to let go!

I bow my head down as to not make eye contact and wipe his shirt down. Careful that each stroke wasn't too harsh as to hurt him.

He might have a burn...

I can feel his eyes piercing onto my neck. I wipe faster, working my way up.

I can feel his heart beating wildly under his shirt, a quick glance at his face told me that it wasn't because he was happy.

I contemplate whether to clean his face or not. Sensing my dilemma, he quickly darts his eyes away from me.

I blink.

I guess that's a yes?

Turning over to a new layer, I slowly press the tissue paper onto his cheek. Moving in a circular motion, I notice him swallow his saliva.

I sigh as I stand on my tiptoe to reach his forehead.

I swear he used to be shorter...

I move to trace the creases of his frown down to the bridge of his nose. Following down I wipe the other cheek and let my hand linger further.

I stop next to his lips.

...

Is he blushing?

At that exact moment, the bedroom door swings open.

"WHAT THE HELL, is going on here?" Diana shouts, one hand on the door, the other holding the trigger of a gun.

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