Y/N.

My heart paced up to my head. I could sort out each count of my heart palpitations and it's rhythm as I swiftly moved my feet towards the next room.

I took a breath before stepping inside. I marched towards the closet door and curled my fingers at the knob of the closet door. I held it tight and pulled it open. I stepped inside closer to the basement door. I rolled out the keys from my palm. My eyes took a long glance at it's tip. Blood. It was his blood. I paused my course of action for a moment. The blood lacerated my heart.

I swallowed hard to dissolve the clogs of my distress.

I set the key at the key hole and twisted it to unlock it. The basement door unlocked. I pushed it with a force and descended down the stairs swiftly in urge to dig in the CD's of my optogenetics sessions.

The moment I reached down to the basement,my eyes fell on the disheveled things I pulled out of each boxes were still in its disorganised form. The cassettes, the CD's were still lingered in its displaced position. I marched towards it swiftly.

I sunk my knees to the floor and ran my eyes through out the CD's I pulled out to find the footage of the horrifying night. I ruffled my fingers through the CD's. I scrambled them. I picked up a random CD of my OG session. "Y/N OG session eighteen." I murmured under my breath as I read the words written on the CD's.

" Eighteen? How many did he do? " I ruffled through the CD's and thought for a while on the count of the session he might have done to my head. " Ian, said that the optogenetics sessions was done to my head for every six months. He concluded that at NIA. "I tugged my lower lips in between my teeth." And this CD's is eighteenth one? That means he has been doing it for ten fucking years? All this time. While he was stalking me , he was doing this shit to my head. " I earned for air and tears brimmed my eyes that swayed at my eyelids. " Two sessions per year , meaning, twenty sessions." I gasped.

The four wooden wall started to spun around me. The walls embarked to enclose me, suffocating my chest. I plummeted down to the floor without disturbing my broken wrist. " Fuck. Please god no. Give me strength to go through this please." I took several huffs and puffs to toss back my breathing back to normal.

I took a moment. The tears already found the destination to my chin. I mopped it off with back of my wrist and blinked my eyes numerous times to adjust my vision as it was blurring due to constant tears formation. And I don't have fucking idea why am I crying now. Was it because he erased the memories with Jungkook? Or was it because I don't want to hate Ian.

Gradually, I scrambled the CD's again to find the first session. Wait. There is no first session. I recalled the night I found the CD's in his bag when we had a run and chase sex in the woods. The night Travis stepped into the woods to make things more complicated. But if it weren't him I would have never learned about Jungkook.

And why the hell? There is no OG session one but the CD 's are only from two? Did he lost them?

Fuck it. Where the heck is OG session two? I set forth the ruffling and pulling out the CD's to find the session two. " Where the fuck did he put it?" My self restraint was swaying into a thin line.

I ploughed my hand into the cardboard box which I flung and tossed it to the wall during the course of foraging the footage of the horrifying night. I tapped my fingers at the bottom of the cardboard. It was arduous to work with one hand. I really need Jimin here to help me. If he was here, within an hour he would have drafted the entire ancestral orgin of Ian.

As my hand made at the bottom corner of the cardboard box it got hit by something that was cylindrical in shape. I pulled out my hand instantly in fear of the bizzare thing came in contact with my fingers. I ploughed my hand inside again and tapped my fingers on it. Glass. It was a cylindrical glass. A glass jar?

I took a sharp inhale and pulled out the glass jar out of the box. It was cylindrical and medium sized. My eyes broadened for a snap moment. I instantly tossed it back to the box. The jar contained full of hair strands until it's rim. " What the fuck was that?" I panted. " Hair? Hair strands in a fucking jar?" Cold sweat concealed my body.

" Whose hair? Whose hair is he preserving in a fucking jar? They would literally fucking degrade..."my words got cut off as my head slipped to Ian's words.

Do you know I am obsessed with it too.? Do you know how I love it when I curl them around my wrist when i take you from behind? Do you know I used to collect your hair? Fuck I love that. I have been collecting them for ten years. In a jar.

I leaped my head to the box again and pulled out the glass jar that contained full of hair strands. " Is it mine? Like he said was he collecting them in this fucking Jar?" I gazed at it and then back to my hair. " Why would he do that? What kind of weird madman is he? " I set back the glass jar into the box and set forth my forage to find the CD of OG session two.

" Please..where is it." I wiped off my sweat that was dripping down to floor with back of my wrist. I paused for a moment and recalled that I blended the CD of the footage of my house that Ian recorded and the optogenetics sessions CD's together while I was hunting for the footage of the horrifying night. Instantly, i flipped the cardboard box with my one hand gently and kept it upside down. The contents rolled down to floor and then i set back the cardboard box down.

I scrambled through the CD's footage and then my eyes captured the bizzare one among them. I pulled it out. " Y/N OG session two" i read the words on it." Fuck ! Yes got it." I clutched it letting out an exhilarating sigh.

I stood up and walked towards the door that connected the room where he preserved my mother's head and clark's hand. I stepped inside the room and fixed my eyes to the floor not wanting to capture my mother's head waving inside a fucking jar. I moved my feet swiftly through the racks to reach the underground cave.

By few more steps i made into the underground cave and rushed to his PC system. My eyes instantly captured the vomit that I spat out when I watched the footage of the gruesome murder. It was dried up. It invited another vomit. I instantly grabbed an old newspaper he stacked beside the table and set on it.

I seated myself on the chair , clutching the CD to the side of my breast and my forearm, I clicked the keys of the keyboard to wake up the PC system because probably it might have switched into a sleepy mode or standby mode as i left it as such before confronting him, only for my wrist to be broken.

The screen turned on.

Sign in.

The fuck.

What the heck was his password? I tried recalling the words I typed on the empty pannel of the password.

' Jeon Ian Y/N.'

I whispered. It lingered on my tongue. on my head.

The screen glitched and the video of him murdering my mother and his parents popped into the screen with a replay button. My head got stuck to the video again. At a stroke I brushed it off and closed the window. My middle finger and index finger found the click buttons of the mouse of the PC. I gave the right click with my index finger and selected the option ' eject'. The optical disc drive popped out. I hooked my index finger's tip at the centre of the disc drive and pulled out the CD of the horrifying night. I replaced the disc drive with CD of my optogenetics session.

I gave a gentle tap to the button beside the optical disc drive. It pulled in the CD Into the system. A new window popped in the screen. I clicked the new drive folder. The folder opened to a media player. It started to buffer. My heart was pacing up. Cold shivers scrolled down through my body. My nails dug deep into the wooden table. I tapped my feet on the floor as my forebearance was transforming into a thin line.

The video set forth to play.

I gasped as I saw myself on the screen, lying insentient on the inclined bed with straps latched on my legs and on my hands. And the most worst part is I don't even remember or know i was in a fucking psych experiment conducted by this sick moron.

" Will it hurt her?" Ian's voice spoke through the video as he stood near the headboard of the inclined bed, stroking my hair gently.

" No. She will be fine. Relax , Ian . Its just going to alternate her memory lane." Another familiar voice spoke through the video. Probably that douchebag, Yaze. Whom I recalled in split seconds from the footage of the gruesome macabre series of night.

" You gave her tesprin right?"his voice sheathed in a concern.

" Yes she won't remember a thing happened for twenty four hours. " Yaze came in front of the camera and dragged a table towards me that had few monitors wires ,keyboards on it.

Ian inclined to my head and pressed his lips to my forehead. " It's ok baby, i promise it won't hurt you. " He stroke his nose tip at my cheeks closing his eyes gently as tears slid down to my cheeks. While the onscreen me was lying insentient on the bed. " It fucking hurts, when i drugged her while she was trying to sleep,. She screamed . She looked at me like I was some monster and came to hurt her. I had to tackle her down to inject her. It did hurt her. I handled her rough. I held her delicate neck firm. It might have petrified her." He leaned back from my face. And then sobbed gently.

" Hey .hey.hey...Its ok" A girl who was same as the age of the onscreen me, came rushing to Ian and rubbed his back gently as he cried like a puppy lost his mother. " It's ok. You are doing this for her. " She rubbed his back again.

A huge wave of Jealousy and possession crawled through me I want to rip her hands off for rubbing her fucking hands on his back while he was literally crying for me.

" Sh. It's ok. " She rubbed his back again. My jaw pebbled.

" We don't have much time, young lady. Step aside we need to focus on the process. It's crucial." A strange male voice spoke and came in forward wearing gloves sheathed to his hands and a lab coat. His back was turned to the camera view. His hair was grey with broad shoulders but was mildly stature. He turned to a side to instruct Yaze by gesturing his hand. As he turned ,i couldn't make out his face, since he was wearing a mask that concealed the complete facial features of his face.

" You better say not ' crucial' " Ian barked at him. " One wrong move from you, "He paused ." And if anything terrible happen to her ,i will completely wreck your profession and fuck up your professional ethics, which you failed to follow on one of your students while you were trying to do some scientific shits to her head. "

" Mr. Jeon. I promise she will be fine. I have done this before. " The man with grey hair spoke through his mask.

" Yeah that's why we kidnapped you here , dipshit!" Yaze bellowed at him simultaneously fixing the monitors and connecting them to some other machine that was affixed with it. " And stop calling him, Mr. Jeon he hates that."

" Young lady, please step aside." The man enjoined the girl again. " I need to do my work. Just stay out of it ." His words came out in disrespectful tone. Ian shot him a glare as the man's disrespectful tone lingered in the air.

My eyes transformed into narrow slits as envy clawed it's nails around my spine. Wait. i shouldn't feel this way when some other woman is touching him.

Anyway. I want to know who the fuck she is and who the fuck gave her fucking privilege to touch him like that.

" Fucking turn around." I grinded my teeth watching the screen. " Turn around , come on." The friction between my teeth increased.

" I have a name, Dr. Eben. It's Freya." She turned around.

My eyes widened into a spherical ball. The friction between my teeth, became fragile.

Freya? That name rang bells to my head. Its Jimin's girlfriend. He fed me with the information that he likes Freya. But what the heck is she doing with Yaze and Ian? She is involved in my optogenetics session too? And Jimin doesn't know about this?

" And on behalf of my brother, I am warning you again, one wrong move, you will be fucked up by him. " Freya almost threw her hands on the man. The man glanced at her in wrath as if he wanted to end her then and there.

Brother? A wave of relief released across my body, gradually uncurling the claws of envy that had me to hang in the cliff of forebearance.

" The heck are you looking at her!" Yaze yelled at the man. "Good for you. Freya found out your actions while you were violating the professional ethics as a doctor and doing some scientific shits to some random innocent student' s head or you would have been behind the bars." He clutched his collar and shoved him a step back." Shut that shit hole on your face, and work up this shit. "

" Yaze, thats enough. We don't have much time. Let's get to work." Ian 's voice plunged in rupturing the tension in the air. " If you want to walk out alive, do it. Or I will make your death in the most gruesome way possible and your wife won't be able to recognise your face. Because I love punching faces."

The man nodded. His throat worked up and down as he swallowed hard and rough.

" Son, can I take Freya with me? I have to go to the Bliss. I think I have to check on Caroline." A familiar female voice came from out of nowhere in the video.

" Ellee, if you take Freya with you, Jimin will follow you. His ass won't be stuck to a place when Freya is not at the orphanage. " Ian spoke to her gently gazing at different angle from the camera view.

Ellee? Who is that? My mind paced up. The voice is familiar but the name is not. Who is she? And who the heck is Caroline? Why does she wanna meet her? And why does Ian care about her meeting with the woman named Caroline?

" Nothing to worry about, I gave sleeping pills to him." Freya snickered gently.

" The hell, Freya !" Ian eyed to her in a mild glare. " You said, give him sleeping pills or something before leaving the orphanage to here. " She shrugged her shoulders. " I was fucking Joking." Ian whined and groaned in annoyance.

Orphanage? These three were in same orphanage?

" Kids, I am here. Language." The female came in forward and hooked her arms to Freya's. My heart skipped a beat when my eyes captured her face. It was the woman whom Ian bestowed to me as my mother. The woman I called out as 'mom' with every fibre of my heart when I saw her hurt at the hands of Paxson.

Hold on. Paxson. Paxson knew how my mother looks, and yet he called this lady as Mrs. Rey and abducted her from Ian's penthouse through someone, what the fuck was his name? Jake carpenter or was it Maxwell carpenter? Fuck it. I cannot squeeze my brain to work on that part. Coming to the fucking point, why did Paxson abducted this lady knowing it was not my mother? Does he know Ian's plan ?

Fucking shit!i almost jumped out of my chair. Thats why Clark looked perplexed when I asked him why he killed Jungkook 's mother? Because it was not him. It was Ian who killed his parents. Did I let two people to die for the crime they didn't do? And I was a part of it.

Well, they tormented me to hell. They tried to skin trade me to some random men. My thoughts ceased for a minute before something struck my head. I took a breath. "Ian actually killed them and made me a part of it because they tormented me. He wanted revenge on them because they tortured me and tried to take me away from him. " The conclusion hit me thickly. How the hell did I land on Paxson's mansion from Ian 's hand. Because the last scene from the footage of macabre series of murder was him carrying me out of the house. Something happened in between.

God. My head hurts now. Fucking hurts now! I want to just hit my head to a wall.

Who the fuck are these people? What the hell do they want from me ? What are they doing together in a freaking science lab making me incline down on the bed like a mouse to be dissected for research. ?

I switched my focus to the screen. As I was drowning down into the multiple thoughts, I didn't focus on the video that played further without a pause. I tapped on the key of the keyboard to reverse it back to few seconds.

The video played again.

" It's ok. We will be back in time. Ellee, needs me." Freya tapped his shoulder gently and walked with the lady leaving out of the frame.

" Alright. The optogenetics works on altering the neurons and then planting false memories. Since, the man you mentioned earlier. ..." The man paused looking at Ian waiting for him to speak up.

" Paxson. His name is Paxson. That dickhead did fix a few false memories to her head. " Ian concluded.

So, the session one of my optogenetics was done by Paxson and Ian took the lead until now. Thats why session one was missing. Why did he do that?

" Yes. So we might just have to erase her memories which you don't want her to recall and we can replace it with the false memories Paxson fixed on her. "The man paused to receive an approval from Ian.

He took a moment and then nodded.

" How does that work?" Ian's stare almost raked the soul of the doctor because it reflected in his mild stumble as he walked towards the machine, which I am trying to figure out its structure.

" The neurons. Her neurons must produce a protein that would activate the light into electricity...."

" Will you fucking stop.! " Ian barked slicing his words. "You are getting on my every fucking neurons! Now!"

" Hey, Ian. Man, we need to inject some light to her head to locate the memories , i mean the memories that we want to erase from her "Yaze spoke softly.

" Fine. Go ahead. " He glanced at the insentient me once." But if it hurts her, Yaze.." his voice hoisted up in a warning. " I will fucking kill you too. Slowly and painful."

Yaze nodded. My heart shifted gently by his words.

The doctor walked beside my head . Out of the blue a whirring sound blared through the system. I quaked so did the onscreen Ian. " What the fuck is that?" He rebuked gazing at the hair trimmer that was seated inside the palm of the doctor." What the fuck are you going to do to her?" Ian jumped to him and clasped his collars to thrash him to the nearest wall. His yelps roared through the PC system as his back hit the wall.

" Relax , Mr. I need to shave few strips of her hair" the doctor 's voice wobbled. I gasped . I huffed and puffed for air. I clutched the ends of my hair strands.

" Why?" Ian pulled him away from the wall only to thrash him against it again. " Why the fuck you have to do that?"

" Then how would I plant the electrodes and blue lights to her head." The doctor whined and wailed. " Just few strips. "

" Ian, man. Hey. Calm down." Yaze walked to him and clutched his shoulders. " Just few strips to plant the blue lights. "

" No. That can't happen. I am not letting you to take the strips of her hair strands.!" Ian yelled loud. The speakers shuddered by his words.

" We have. Or this cant work." Yaze declared and gently pulled him away from the doctor as Ian let go of him. His chin wobbled as the doctor worked the trimmer again . He was about to set the trimmer to my head. My heart pounded watching the scene unravelled.

" Wait. " Ian's words ceased the doctor's course of action. " I will do it. You are not touching my sunflower 's hair." He mopped off the tears that was about to fall out his eyes and snatched the trimmer from the doctor's hand. " Just a strip right?" He asked. No one answered.

" Yaze? Right? Just a strip? " He growled.

Yaze and the doctor flinched at the same beat. " Yes. Just a strip." Yaze nodded.

" Help me to shave her hair . Say the exact point and location to be shaved off " his hands wobbled yet he tried to conceal it.

" Here." The doctor pointed out at my head. Ian set the trimmer at right upper side of my head just above my right ear and shaved a strip of my hair. He instantly took of the fallen hair of mine into his palm and turned off the trimmer. He held them in his palm like his life's existence depends on it.

My head started to spin in oscillation.

" Yaze get me a fucking plastic container!" He shouted at him. Yaze instantly rushed to the table and grasped a minute plastic container and handed it over to Ian. He gently slid my hair strands into it.

" What are you doing?" Yaze asked witnessing the way he was handling my hair strands gently and transferring it to the plastic container.

" I am gonna store this , to make few strands of synthetic hair ."He handled the container back to Yaze that consists of my shaved off hair strands. " So that I can set them to the empty patches at her head. And she won't find out few strands were shaved off her head. "

" To cover the shaved patches?" Yaze asked for a confirmation.

He nodded.

What the hell? My mouth part opened as i tried to earn for air. Was that the reason I found a fucking jar full of my hair in the cardboard? He was repeating this for every sessions? Wait that means....

I gradually brought my fingers to my head and tried to locate the area where he shaved a strip of my hair. My fingers found the bizzare spot and texture of the hair. How the hell did I not find this? I took a few breaths and twisted my fingers at the hair strands. " God." I whimpered and gave a harsh tug to my hair. I felt something peculiar at the certain spot. And then , i pulled it hard. It ripped effortlessly. The hair strands got aggregated to my palm.

"Oh my god." I trembled. My hands trembled as the bunch of hair strands spread through my palm.

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