Y/N

Sunflower, I am not gonna hurt you. Just stay there, baby.

I just wanted to take my brother back , can you help me?

I will take you with me , I promise..

Who did this to you?

I will kill them for you.

Voices. Whispers. Trailed. Traced. Menaced my head.

My head weighed down. I felt I was caged in a free fall that never ends. With a sudden shock of the realisation that my head hit, I shot open my eyes.

My vision at the edges was still blurred. I hit my eyelids movement to open and close to adjust my vision of what my eyes was perceiving.

Beige. And Grey.

The patterns of beige and grey blended and threw to my eyes. I moved my eyes swiftly to the side ,only to perceive that I am in a strange room. A medium sized bedroom.

With a earn of air , I uplifted my upper body with a jerk. The moment my head hoisted up , it weighed down back to the bed with a bounce. I tried to sit up on bed again, but my upper body gave up.

"There might still be mild traces of the drug in your system. Give it some time,you will be fine." A gentle female voice waved in.

I affixed my body and relaxed my muscle that was tensing as soon as my vision captured the room and the environment which felt i was not adaptive to.

I counted backwards from ten to one in my mind. To calm my soul, mind and body. I tilted my head gently to look at her.  I blinked my eyes again to make my vision into stability until her face came into focus.

A warm smile  stilled on her face. " How do you feel? " Her soft voice stroke my ears. Her hands were gently holding a white monochromatic attire.

" Better." My voice came into a whisper. I gently shifted my body. I moved my toes and fingers back and forth slicing through air in slow motion.  A ray of relief caressed me as I could feel my legs and hands.

" The stitch wound was terrible at your right arm , I have treated them " she spoke as she gently tapped her fingers at my shoulder.  I gazed at her for longer than a minute. My eyes widened as the realisation blazed through my face and my mind placed her in the right place. 

" Leona? " I called her out gently. But a whisper again.

" Y/N. You remember me?" Her eyes lit with compassion.

" How could I ever forget you, Leona? If you had not slipped that little knife into my shapewear, I never would have escaped those bastards" my body tensed as my mind slipped into the horrifying thirteen nights and days I went through with Roy. Leona was with me all the time Roy touched in the most distasteful way possible. She cleaned me. She did all the clinical help when I bled on the sheets.  She couldn't stop Roy touching me because they got her son but she did help me to escape that sick bastard .

" God , Y/N. I really thought that was the last time I would ever see you . " She incurvated her one palm at my right cheek. " But you made out escaping those sick monsters. " A elated smile swiped through her. " So you found your husband ? But why did you run from him? He had to spread his men across this city to find you. Heard some other man abducted you? "

" What? Leona? What do you mean, I don't get it? " My eyebrows wrinkled in perplexity .

" The man downstairs,who is he then? Isn't my master your husband?" Her eyes widened mildly.

"The man downstairs? Who? "My heart pounded.

" Jungkook.Master Jungkook." She reported.

Master.Thats how Travis addressed Jungkook through phone when he came to snatch me away from Ian. My memory lane skipped to the blood bath night I had with Ian. Travis 's headless body was still lingering on my head.

"Jungkook?" My mind spiralled. Heck. She thinks Jungkook was the one who rescued me from those monsters but it was actually Ian. I sat up from the bed with a jerk. I tried to squeeze my skull to recall the touch and voice I met in the car when my head was weighing down with drug.

Peculiar. It was non -familiar.

Wait. How did he even meet Leona?

" Leona, how did you meet, your Master? " I asked her trying to suppress my tensing heart as it was hammering to my chest.

" Well, Paxson and Clark got my son and locked him up in some abandoned building " Her voice trembled. " I couldn't find my son. Only Paxson and Clark knew the place where they had my son tied up and locked. I couldn't reach Paxson or Clark. But before I could reach them I learnt that they died. " Tears clung to her eyes. "  I was completely helpless. It killed me inside knowing my son was out there, crying for help in some godforsaken building,hoping, praying someone would hear him. And then… Master Jungkook found him. He saved him. He brought him back."

My heart ceased to hammer my chest.

How did he know the place and it was Leona 's son? Did someone help him? I immersed into the thoughts. How could he randomly find a child and then bring back to his mother? If only Paxson and Clark knew the abandoned place, then how did Jungkook found the child?

"Y/N. Your husband is waiting downstairs." She placed a night suit beside me on the bed.

" Um..well. Leona. He is not my husband." I corrected her. Since calling anyone else my husband,anyone other than Ian,left a bitter taste in my mouth.

" What do you mean, he is not your husband ?he was the one..."

" Leona, it's complicated. I will explain everything later." I sliced her off.

She sighed." Alright. I dressed your wounds. One bullet wound in thighs. The laceration in your palm." She inhaled sharply." Damn, Y/N there glass shard stuck to your palm I had to take care of each glass shards one by one, carefully. And your feet,God, the skin was scraped clean off. I bandaged them the best I could. But the stitches on your right forearm... they were worse than any injury I have ever seen. Who the hell did this to you?Only a psychopath could pull it off. I think Master’s closing in on him."

A pinch of hurt slashed through me as his face lingered on my head. His sobs. His begs. His cries. His blood tainted over his chest. The pain in his eyes when I stabbed the glass shard at his shoulder. His wails and whines when I chained him to bed, it was raking my heart, gradually. The pain was stagnant inside me.

I switched my eyes to the bandages around my arm, my feet, my thighs and my palm. " Hope he is fine. Hope his men might have reached and helped him.  Hope he finds his Alligators and saves them" I Whimpered. " I left them to die." Tears poured down from my eyes.

" Hey, Y/N. You are safe here." She gently places her hand on my shoulder and gently nudged it. "Nobody is going to hurt you."  I mopped off my tears with the back of my wrist.

" I changed you into new clothes. " She replied to my gaze that I was switching to my bandages wrapped around each injured part of my body , presuming that I was looking at my attire.

And then my eyes snapped at my attire. I had been changed into a plain white night set, monochromatic, free fitting pants and a button up shirt.

" Take your time and come downstairs. Master is waiting for you ".She stood up slowly, gave me a fading smile, and walked out of the room.

I leisurely set my foot on the ice cold floor .The cold stroke my feet, despite the fact that it had bandages wrapped around, I almost flinched. I clutched the sheets tighter with my left fingers as still my right wrist was residing inside the splint.

I gave a moment to my body to relax. Holding on the bed , I uplifted my body from the bed and stood on my feet. Suddenly and without a pause, my legs gave up, my right arm hit the wall beside the bed as I lost my balance and I plummeted down to floor.

One beat of pause went by.

Sunflower,you okay?

Ian's voice spoke inside my head.

I glanced at the door of the room. None. No one emerged out from the door to look for me. Not even the so called master Jungkook showed up.

I sat there for longer than a minute.

Then I placed my left elbow on the bed and bent my right leg to set my foot in the floor. I pushed my body upwards and stood on my feet. I slowly dragged my feet forward and searched for the bathroom. 

After one round of oscillation of my eyes, my eyes landed on the door that lead to the bathroom. I sighed in annoyance as the bathroom door was miles away from me. Can’t they just have a normal sized bedroom instead of a master suite where the bathroom feels like it is miles away?

I drew my feet and with longer minutes I reached the bathroom door. I curled my fingers around the knob of the door. The dust particles stuck to my palm. I instantly removed my fingers from the knob and wiggled my hand. I couldn't wipe it off at my white attire as it would look awful.

I pushed the door open. My eyes wandered around the bathroom that had white tiles affixed on its wall and floor. Several spiderwebs hung from the ceiling. I frowned. " It looks like this bathroom was abandoned for years "

I stepped inside. I roamed my eyes around. A mirror was affixed at the left wall, a tub that was about to crack open by any minute was at the other end of the bathroom and a toilet beside it which was partitioned from the tub by a glass wall.

The mirror was concealed in dust. The tiles affixed at the wall was about to be peeled off any minute. " Hope it doesn't come crashing down on my head while I am taking a damn shit," I muttered, eyeing the cracked tile.

I gazed at the bathing tub.It had the entire ancestral generation of the spider and insects. " Fuck." I muttered and my countenance wrinkled.

I turned to the mirror. I could barely see my face. I felt like I was staring at a stranger. It had been days since I had looked at myself in a mirror, because for several days the only face my eyes kept capturing was Ian's.

I let out a sharp exhale. My fingers hovered over the tap. I turned it with the tip of my index finger.

Air swooshed through the tap instead of water. After a prolonged time of swooshing air, sprinkles of water blended with mud cascade down. I stayed still, watching the water flowing down to turn colourless.

After an eternity, the water cascaded down colourless.

I gently sliced my fingers through the water. The cold water ran through my fingers, and I enclosed my fingers to gather them in my palm. In a snap moment , I slapped it to my face. I slapped the water again to my face as if it was cleansing my head with clogging thoughts in my head. Yet. Only his face was lingering on my head. His voice. His smile. His giggles when he says something dirty to me.  His teeny weeny lips and his crazy lip piercing always grazing my lips when he kisses. His scent...

Wait. Where is my hoodie ? That was his hoodie. It had the scents of sweat, his blood , his tears, and every alluring scents of his. Where the fuck did it go?

" Y/N?" A soft knock woke me up from his thoughts.

" Leona? " I walked to the door and swiftly opened it. " Where is my hoodie ? "

" Which hoodie?" She furrowed her eyebrows.

" The one I was wearing when your master picked me up from the road." I gulped down trying to control my wrath of missing that hoodie.

"Well, it was ruined and covered in dirt, so I discarded it. " She shrugged her shoulders.

" Discarded? " I gasped gently." "Damn it, Leona… why would you do that?" My voice trembled with desperation. "That was the only thing I had left of him. The only scent that would keep me breathing when I won't be able to find my way back to him. I would love to press it to my face, close my eyes, and pretend he was still near." I panted. " ..pretend his arms were wrapped around me instead of pain and silence without him.  You didn’t just throw away a piece of cloth. You ripped the last thread that could hold me together."

Leona gave me a blink and widened eyes.  She swallowed down gently probably , gathering her words to speak." Y/N. Master told me to discard them." She paused. " Very strictly. "

I whined. Tears brimmed my eyes.

" By the way, whose hoodie was that? Why are you attached to it?" She shot me the question. " Why would you want your kidnapper's hoodie while your husband is waiting downstairs like a madman for you for more than ten hours? "

"Stop calling him my husband, Leona will you ? "

" I am sorry. Not ten hours. For ten years he has been waiting for you. He is downstairs. " Her voice was firm.

" A lot has happened in between, Leona. I will explain everything later. But tell me,why is your master hanging around downstairs like a shadow? Can’t he just come up here and face me already? He sent men like hounds to rip me from Ian’s hold, and now he can’t even drag his spine up the stairs to meet me?  What is he doing down there, waiting in the dark like some silhouette scared of light?I rolled my eyes in utter exasperation. I showed off my complete rage and frustration in my words as he instructed Leona to toss out my hoodie. The last piece of Ian I had.

" You should go downstairs " she reported. Firm and cold.

"Doesn’t anyone use this bathroom?" I pointed the bathroom that look like a bygone room.

Leona leaned in behind me, her face wrinkled "Not since Master started using the suite downstairs. This one’s just… forgotten."

I glanced at the bathroom again "looks like it has been abandoned for years. Perfect place for spooky nights." I stepped out and leisurely walked to the room's door. " You still have the earring I gave you." I glanced at her ears once that had my earring I gave her before I escaped Roy and Paxson.

She smiled softly.  " Go ahead. He is waiting." She walked out of the room.

" Where are you going?" I asked her as her walk was in a rush.

"I have to go. I'm not allowed to stay here unless Master says so. He doesn't like having women around him."

My eyebrows furrowed deep and I gave her a nod swiftly.

She rushed out of the room. I blinked my eyes several times and drew my feet along the cold floor finally stepping out of the room. I walked through the huge hallway. It was empty and hollow. I moved my feet trying to ignore the horrifying things coiling my head, until I reached the stairs.

I travelled my fingers at the rail of the stairs as I descended down the stairs slowly.

I set my feet slowly and steadily to maintain the stability in my body and head as my heart started to hammer to my skull.

By few more steps down, I reached the floor. I took a sharp inhale and turned my head around only for my heart to crash to my chest with a dejection.

" Oh my God," I wheezed, breath caught in my throat as my eyes latched onto the man in the wheelchair, his hollow and horrifying stare was fixed on a portrait turning his back to me.  A cold gale rushed through my bones. There was something broken and shredded into pieces and bits in the way he sat there. Something terrifyingly tranquil and horrifyingly still.

" Y/N.. Parker.." he chuckled gently. His voice echoed through the walls of the hall that caged me at the spot. " Ten years. And the wait is over. " He inclined his head. His shoulder shook as he let out a soft laugh. " That sick motherfucker." He chuckled again.

" Jungkook?" I called him out but it came out as a whisper and a gasp.

" Yeah " he tapped his finger at the arm of his wheelchair. It turned to his right side. The shadow of the curtain grazed on him as a veil , concealing his face from my eyes. My eyes then gazed at the portrait that I could barely see through the space between his chin and shoulder. It was a portrait of a man and a woman,clearly from another time. Ten years ago? Were they his parents? His mother and father, maybe? The way he stared at it, like the world around him didn’t exist, made my chest congested.

My chin wobbled as I stuffed my cries inside my mouth. Yet , I failed to hold back my tears within my eyes. It streamed down to my cheeks. Seeing him plastered to a wheelchair ripped me in and out.

" I don't know..what to..." I took a step forward.

" Dont Y/N." He cut me off ceasing my next step. "Please dont come near me. " he warned.

" Why?" my voice cracked. The pain in his words lingered. The pain that he lost his parents right in front of his eyes was stagnant within him. I just wanted to comfort him. But what words would I gather to tell him that would comfort him? How can I, when all the fibre of my heart is still stuck to Ian?

" You don't want to see me. You can't . It would..." He trailed off. The dismay in his words strangled my throat.

" Why? Not? I don't hate you , Jungkook." I took another step forward. But the name Jungkook reminded only of him. Ian. I cant do this.

" You will.. when you see my face"His voice dropped in a dreadful whisper like it was a warning that he never wanted me to see and embrace. " I know everything he did. I don't hate you, please." I walked slowly to him. " I just wanted to know what happe.."

My words fragmented as he turned around by maneuvering the switch at his wheelchair. His face flashed through the slits of rays of light that fell on him.

" Oh my.." I collapsed to the floor. My knees hit the floor. I crash landed on the floor with distress as I witnessed his face.

Stitches and scars embedded on his entire face. He maneuvered the switch at the arm of his wheel chair again and drove to me. My face was a mere inch from his knees. I slowly raised my eyes to him to study his stitches and scars. An elongated scar of the stitch set forth from his right eyebrow and reached down above his right eye lid. Another criss crossed his cheeks. Four streaks transverse through his left cheeks. And more to his right cheeks. His forehead wrinkled with two more stitches. His lips were almost crippled inward as another stitch scar lingered above his upper lips. Another sliced through the bridge of his nose from his left cheek to right cheek. It was horrifying. I couldn't recall a single trace of his face I saw in the video. His entire face was concealed in stitches and scars. There were scars in every inch of his face. Few embedded on his neck. That almost was concealed beneath his white shirt.

And his hair,it was cropped short into a buzz cut.

I sank my forehead to his knees as tears poured down from my eyes. " How did this even....who did this to you? " My tears drenched his pants. .

" Y/N ." He called me softly. But something was there in it. Horror and dark.

" Those monsters in that asylum,was it them? God, I am so sorry. That sick moron did this to you and threw you to those deranged freaks like you were nothing.!" I sobbed and clutched his pants at his knees. "I'm sorry... I couldn’t do anything while he forced you to kill your parents with your own hands."

" Y/N..  look at me." His fingers hovered over my head.

I looked at him. " I know you are crying but I don't feel them when you are at my feet, Y/N. "

I raised my body to my knees. I studied every scar on his face. They were screaming nightmares and terrifying pain he might have went through. I gently placed my hand on his knee. " It was my fault. I let him inside my house and..."

" I don't feel your hand at my legs ,Y/N. You don't have to hold them too."

My eyes narrowed coupled with the furrow of my brows.

" I can't feel my legs. They are completely dead. "He gently moved his hand and placed on mine. Not in a dominant or lecherous way but a soothing comfort.

I looked at him with my widened eyes.

" After you left me from that prison with Paxson, they broke my legs. "

" Who? "

" Jungk..." He cleared his throat"Ian and his men" he rasped. "He thought I was dead… but then, he helped me."

His eyes twitched  past me, and forced me to turn around.

Slowly, I twisted my head. My breath shortened. And then, my eyes latched on the figure behind me.

The face.

Familiar.

But not right. Something was not right. Between the figure behind me and Jungkook.

My heart thrashed to my ribcage and my eyes went round as the recognition crashed through me like blazing fire swirling around my nerves.

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