Too real to be a dream

The kidnapper locked me alone in the room and left. This whole thing got me feeling déjà vu. It was as if I experienced the same thing before, but I couldn't recall it.

Now that it has been a day he locked me in here, I started to feel really scared. Fright filled in my heart, as I thought of what he wanted to do with me.

I hugged my knees tightly and prayed that nothing bad happens to me. I kept biting my finger nails with anxiety, and heart was beating rapidly.

Shouting for help was of no use as this wall was soundproof- at least that's what he said to me before leaving- and the door was too strong to even budge.

I didn't understand why he locked me in here. Is he going to sell me for money? No, that can't be it, as he had gone to huge length to just capture me.

I get it!

He must have kidnapped me for revenge upon my father. But then, as far as I know, my father doesn't have any enemies. Is there something that is being hidden from me. Am I missing something?

This isn't the time for thinking like this. I have to figure a way to get out of here. There must be windows or openings that I could go out through.

However, speaking honestly, this guy wasn't much of a kidnapper material, considering his looks and the way he locked me in. I mean, him saying that I'll be staying here forever was kind of creepy, but except for that, he didn't do anything potentially creepy.

Maybe I can just negotiate with him.

I got up from my up from the bed and started looking around for any clues to get out of here. I checked under the bed, behind the picture frames, and inside the drawers of the cupboard.

But there was nothing there, not even a little hint to help me get a idea of what's going on here. With all these frustration piling up, I fell onto bed and, without knowing, drifted into the Dreamland.

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I was tied up with a rope and beside me laid some hay. The stranger's figure moved closer to me, but I still couldn't properly see his face although I could could see his attire.

He moved closer to me and held my face, bringing him up to look at his face. But I couldn't see his face. His face was a light, but it wasn't of the blinding type.

I don't why, but I resisted his grip by looking at the other way. However, his strength was higher than mine, and he forcefully made me look at him.

"Get lost,__."

I couldn't remember what name I uttered, but I am sure there was a name. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't bring myself to remember that name.

"Now, now, you are forgetting whom you belong to. Yoongi clearly hates you."

"He doesn't! He is just angry at me!" I yelled at him as reply.

He chuckled at that and said, "Are you sure? But don't worry, although I am angry at you for doing that, I'll forgive you."

"I don't need your forgiveness. Let me out of here! Yoongi and my dad won't spare you alive."

"Do you think he cares? And do you think your dad is strong enough to defeat me?"

Being at loss of words, I angrily glared at him.

"If you look at me like that, it turns me on incredibly. You are aware of that right."

"Shut up, you disgusting, perverted old man."

"Listen, sweetheart, I might be forbearing with you, but remember that you, too, will be punished if you cross your line."

His words made me get scared, and I stayed still. Even though I couldn't see his face, I can undoubtedly imagine the look on his face right now.

"That's the good girl."

I scoffed at him and added, "You'll never get what you want, you obsessed bastard."

At my words, I could feel that his anger escalated, and he slammed my head towards the wooden wall. The pain from that was immense, and I felt as if that my skull was broken. Tears clouded my vision, as I looked into his face.

"I don't like bad girls," he spoke, anger lacing his tone.

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I woke up with jerk, and my thoughts trailed off to the dream I just had. It just seemed too real to be called a dream or a nightmare. I had a feeling that this dream connects to something, something big.

"It's good to see that you're awake," I heard a familiar beside me.

I lifted my head to see Junghyun standing in front me with an amused expression on his face. It had no bad or good feeling with it; it was simply neutral.

A sudden question popped into my mind.

"Where have we seen each other before?"