Y/N

Horrifying. Dreadful. Dejected.

The hair strands coiled around my fingers as I pulled them from my head with a tug. My hands ,tottered. My legs, teetered.  I took a thick inhale and a exhale and wilted off the hair strands from my palm to the floor.

Leisurely I mounted my fingers to locate the patch on my head above my right ear at the right upper side of my head.  My finger tips swept at the teeny weeny hair that was protruding from the little bald patch at my head. " Six months gap." I whispered under my lips to myself. A mild sob absconded through my lips. How could he do this to me just because he wanted to erase the memories with Jungkook?

My eyes shifted to the screen again. " Where else?" Ian awaited for the instruction from the doctor.

" Here " he pointed his index finger tip at the nearest part of the crown of my head.

Ian , turned to him " why? There? Explain why the fuck should I shave her hair at mere inches from the crown of her head. Or are you picking some random places? "

" Ian , we talked about this." Yaze barked beside him.

" I want to know if he knows what he is doing or I would have to rip his hands apart from his shoulder blades. Manually with my bare hands. " Ian held back his actions with a glare at the doctor.

" Right. I will explain. Here .." he tapped at the right side of my head where Ian shaved off a strip of hair. " Is the amygdala and hippocampus which stores all her fear, anxiety and any other ...." He paused . " You know .." Ian nodded " and here lies the prefrontal cortex , where it helps to trigger her false memories. And we can do it at the crown of her head only this time we don't have to repeat it in future." He sighed." Do not worry I studied her scan."

I exhaled in relief that I won't be having a bald patch at the crown of my head.

He gave him another nod. " All we have to do is , we need to suppress more of her memories she had before the night and then we have to trigger more of her false memories, to restore it.  "

" To restore the memories Paxson put in her head." Yaze declared. " Right?"

The doctor nodded to him. "And since Paxson did the first session three years ago, we might need to do the sessions splitting them into six sessions for six months. "

Wait. What does he mean three years ago? So this was not done when I was fifteen? But when I was eighteen. I clicked the pause button to reconstruct my thoughts that plunged inside my head by two sentences the doctor just blurted out.

I set my palm to my forehead, balancing my elbow at the edge of the table and condensed my eyelids. Wish , I never dug these shits out. Fine. It happened. No turning back. Come on. Where was I?

Yeah. Paxson did the optogenetics sessions to my head three years ago. Which means, Ian, resumed the optogenetics sessions when I was eighteen. It makes sense. Because Ian and Jimin were at juvenile prison when I was fifteen and Jimin did mention about how they made out of the Juvenile prison, by maintaining the good terms they got the release, and the lady who was pretending to be my mother ,helped them.

" He was twenty when he made out of prison. He barged towards your mansion because it was your eighteenth birthday "

I recalled the words of Jimin.

Negative. Ian was not twenty when he made out of juvenile prison. So what was his age at that time? I tried to switch my head to recall words of Jimin when he revealed it was not Jungkook i thought.

"He is not twenty seven years old, Y/N. He is thirty three years old and an undercover assassin. "

Meaning, he was twenty six year old in this video. So he resumed the optogenetics sessions after he came out of the prison.

I pressed my fingers at the keypad to hit the resume button. The video set forth to play again from the pause.

" Monthly once? And what if her head gets snap out of everything and she fucking lose her mind!" Ian snarled at the doctor. " Six sessions? Are you fucking insane , you dickhead!" He pulled the doctor by his collar and growled against his face.

" We can make it three sessions atleast. But sometimes she could recall few things, happened to her,before the night " the doctor trembled.

Ian's hold on his collar gradually uncurled. " Ian. Three sessions will do. If she remembers anything, you know Paxson would do worse to her. Either he would let her into sex trafficking or he would sell her to Roy!or may be worse. "Yaze curled his arm to Ian's shoulder trying to pull him off the doctor. " She will remember everything. She will remember the night. She will remember what you did and everything she went through in that house with those sick monsters, And she will remember every moment she had with Jungkook.is that what you want?"

Ian took a step back.

" Since , her memories of anxiety and fear she went through three years ago was suppressed , her head might work to create the good memories she had, if we don't do the interval sessions. " The doctor declared softly.

" Which means...." Ian's panic jotted all over his face.

" Which means, she will remember every good memory she had with Jungkook and she will hate you." Yaze stated. " Because.."

" Because that sick bastard took every chance he got to get Y/N using me. " Ian sliced off Yaze words to conclude. " But he died .And Y/N wont be able to find him."

I almost choked on air. Jungkook died? Then how the heck did he come back after ten years? But Ian did mention to me that his brother died. Did he mean Jungkook, the one whom I supposed to fall in love ten years ago? Then what about his twin,Jungkook?

" Which is the huge problem here, Ian. " Yaze voice softened.

" She will look for him.she will eventually fall for him, even if she doesn't find him since he is dead. And then she will forget about me . Utterly?" His voice trembled and his body shivered. " Fuck!" He turned around and thrashed his fist to the wall.

No one in the video flinched . But I did.

" And when she finds out he died, Ian. You can never have her. She will hate you. She will wish nothing but to stay away from you, because she will recall the incident happened that night. And she will find out , You killed him. And you ... "

" Yaze stop just dont!" Ian yelled slicing of Yaze words.

I gasped. " Ian killed Jungkook? Then how did he ...." My vision started to blur as my head spun.

" Yaze , this is not completely about that dipshit Jungkook,this includes erasing her memories with Rey and Paxton. I dont fucking care if she hates me or loves me. I will fight until she is mine. We are doing this. End of discussion." Ian slammed his hand to the headboard of the inclined bed.

I swallowed hard. What kind of monster is this man?

" Alright. Calm down. Let's do it " the doctor patted his shoulder and marched towards the massive machine connected with several green and black wires to the monitor.

" Wait. Do you have any idea what false memories Paxson put inside her head?" His words ceased the doctor's upcoming actions. His fingers hovered over the button on the machine.

" No, but you must know that right?" The doctor bounced back the question to him.

" Yaze, i really need that footage of first session."Ian rubbed his temple with his fingers. " How.."

" Ian, didn't Jimin mention you something." Yaze cut him off. " That , Paxson is pretending to be her father. And he made her believe that her mother died. "

" Thats it! It's just simple. Thats the false memories he implanted " the doctor jumped off with his words. " We need to activate that more.and it's done!"

" And she won't remember Jungkook at all. But, she won't remember me either." Ian's face dropped down to  dejected curve. Which I wanted to thrash it.

" Which is why, you should .." Yaze paused.

" I should bestow myself to her as Jungkook. The Jungkook she met ten years ago but not as the Jungkook she met as silhouette at night. The Jungkook who was her neighbour and fell in love with her when he was seventeen. The Jungkook whose parents were murdered by two men on that horrifying night " ian smirked.

I squinted my eyes as his words didn't made sense to me.

" Wait. What is that supposed to mean? Ian you killed them. You killed your parents, remember." Yaze gazed at him  perplexed.

" Yeah i clearly remember, how I slit my father's throat and how I crushed my so called mother's throat beneath my feet. It's just I am going to frame Paxson and Clark in that murder." He clicked his tongue. " Well, anyway they have schemes and plans to hurt my sunflower, so there is nothing wrong in framing them in the murder they didn't do." He shrugged his shoulders. " And I am going to play the hero and the victim, to get her. She will be all mine. I will kill Paxson  and Clark . Yes, certainly Roy too. Because they are a barrier too to take her with me. To our paradise. " His sinister smile widened. " Moreover, they tried to hurt her. Anyone who hurts her will die from my hands. Anyone who tries to stop me from taking her with me will die too. Just like her mother, and my parents died. "

"I fucking knew it ! " I exclaimed.

" Ian , is that why you killed your parents?" Yaze question dipped in some riddles.

" Yaze, not now." Ian snapped his mouth to shut by his words.

" Ok let me just inject this to her head." The doctor grasped an injection and dipped the syringe in the tiny test tube. "Relax, its an artificial substance to enhance her neurons " he replied before Ian pinned him with a sharp glare.

Ian concurrently, brought the trimmer to the crown of my head and shaved off about a half centimetre of my hair roots at my scalp. And then the doctor injected the syringe to my scalp at the patch above my right ear.

The scene pierced my head. I winced and traced my finger tips. to the same spot he injected.

He then brought an electrode where a tiny torch light was attached to it and set it to the shaved part above my right ear at upper side of my head and then took another one to set at the patch which was mere distance from the crown of my head. The clips clamped to my head. Meanwhile Ian was held up in transferring my hair strands in the plastic container.

Yaze rushed to the monitor to screen out what was happening. " Her neurons are reacting. " Yaze exclaimed glancing at the monitor. I squinted my eyes at the monitor. I couldn't sort it out as it showed some networks and tangles of thread. " How is he even studying that? " I wandered my eyes. " May be , he knows about this. Or might have mastered it."

" Intensify it. " Yaze snapped his fingers at the doctor. He nodded. While Ian curled his fingers at mine and intertwined it. He brought my hand to his lips and kissed it.

My heart tossed up and down through my throat as I witnessed the way the electrodes attached to my head and the way he kissed my hand like he never want to let me go.

" When the electrical signal hits,crash the electrodes to high to emit more light." The doctor instructed Yaze. And Yaze nodded.

" Why? What does that mean?" Ian rose his eyes from me to Yaze.

" It will transfer electric signals to her neurons that will suppress her memories you don't want her to remember." Yaze confirmed. He gazed away from him and glued his eyes at me.

" its happening. Shall I hit it?" Yaze asked impatiently.

" Go ahead!" The doctor roared. And Yaze hit some switches at the machine where the wires connected the monitor.

" It's ok baby. It won't hurt you. You will never find about this. " Ian kissed my palm constantly.

" Well I found out, you sick fuck." I whispered under my breath looking at the onscreen Ian.

" Turn it off!" The doctor enjoined Yaze and he twisted the switches and worked his fingers to click on the keyboard to screen the monitor. The doctor simultaneously removed the electrodes from my head.

Ian instantly kissed my forehead and rearranged my hair. He set forth his kiss on my two eyes and then at my two cheeks. For a split second , the scene made me curl into a lost kitten who wanted to be wrapped in a warm embrace.

" Ian, It worked. " Yaze walked to him. He unbuckled the belts around my wrists and then moved to ankles to unbuckle it. Ian instantly scooped me in his arms and embraced the insentient me close to his chest. " I am sorry, baby. I had to do this. " He planted ceaseless kiss all over my head and cried loud. His cries muffled and bolted at the crown of my head.

" Ian, its ok man. She is fine. Just drop her at the mansion. " Yaze nudged at Ian's shoulder

He didn't budge to move. He cradled me in his arms and swayed me gently.

" I don't want to let her go from my arms , Yaze . Wish I could hold her like this forever. " He whimpered.

"The fuck you will ,fucking psychopath." I bellowed witnessing the most disquieting scene.

" Oh I will, sunflower." His voice plunged in out of the blue. I gasped and took the glimpse of the direction the voice came from. Because it was not from the PC system but beside the door that connected to his specimen preserving room.

" What the hell?" I stood up from the chair and marched backwards.

" Astound, baby ? Wondering how I woke up from the concussion and chased you here." The corner of his lips curved up and moved his feet slowly towards me." Thats called feign loss, sunflower. Just wanted to witness how my girl looks when she feels she has overpowered me. "

" Stay the fuck back!" I snarled.

" And I admit that it was fucking hot. That kick to my chest, damn baby that really made me hard. Though it felt like moths were tingling my chest." He chortled.

" I should have stabbed a fucking knife to your chest." I took another step back.

" Oh. That hurts. " He dramatically clutched his chest. "Do you know I love the sole of your feet? Do you know how I was trying to hold back when you rolled Roy's head at your feet on Clark's chest?" He took another step forward."  That was the hottest thing you did , baby. I just wanted to feel how your feet feel when you rub it gently at every inch of my body while i am underneath you like your slave." He licked his lips and moaned. " Distinctly i want them at my cock."

My feet stumbled to be glued to the floor.

" Sunflower, do you think I didn't notice how your feet was twitching to rise up and kick on my chest.  I fucking observed that baby. I fucking know every fucking move of yours." His countenance shifted to a wrathful stare. My soul almost tore apart from my body. " I knew you were about to flung that pretty feet of yours at my chest. I wanted to feel that feet at my chest. Damn. " He rubbed his chest with his palm not even paying attention to the stab wound i offered him with the key's tip.

" You weren't .." i stammered. My futile battle brought the embarrassment to me.

" Nope. I was well awake. Come on , that kick didn't feel hard , baby. Let me guide you. When you kick someone. .." he stepped forward again. I stepped back again. " For side kick, twist your hip and hit the target with your feet. " He demonstrated it gently. "For front kick, rise your knees higher than your waist line and kick the target. It's just simple. The opponent will coil up into a ball."

" You let me watch this shit knowing very well what I would find in it " i stated completely ignoring his guidance of the kick.

He nodded. " Very certainly, wife."

" Dont call me like that. " I shook my head while tears set forth to roll down from my eyes.

"Come on, sunflower we are married remember?"

" I am not your wife! You sick moron!" I bellowed and screeched.

" Well, i dont give a fuck about your paroxysm baby. Come to me. Come to your husband. Be a good girl, wifey." He lunged forward and disconnected the wire of the PC from the plug with a forcefully tug and switched off the monitor.

" You sick fuck! How could you do this to me? What the fuck do you want from me? " I flinched back.

" You. Just you. Your soul, your body and your mind. I want them all. All to myself. I am not a ravenous man, Y/N but when it comes to you , I am the most treacherous man in this world. I am very ravenous when it comes to you." At a stroke he hurled his body over me and instantly I turned over to avoid his impact , but his body already found mine.

My back crashed to his chest. His arms sheathed around my body to hold me in place, without hurting my broken wrist and we spun together however he affixed me in place by locking me in his arms. " Well, well , well. You pulled that hair from your scalp? " He gazed at the fallen hair on the floor. " Baby, do you know how arduous it was to set your hair with some synthetic ones?" He set his chin at the arc of my neck.

" Alright, now since you have found everything, we have some manual procedure to follow for us to be together forever, entangled forever and to be happily ever after. "His chin scraped the arc of my neck.

I squirmed.

" Here is what is going to happen, we are going to do another session of optogenetics and you know what I am going to do baby, i am gonna erase all your memories of today. " He guffawed like a maniac. His laughs, shuddered through his chest and stroke my back. " That's plan A. But I don't think I would be able to work for Plan A. Guess i should go by plan B .." He paused.

I sobbed and trembled.

" Sunflower, ask me what is Plan B?" He gnawed at my earlobe. I writhed in detest. " Come on ask me." He gave another bite to the shell of my ear.

" What is it,you sick psycho?" I writhed again trying to wilt off from his hold.

He set his lips near my ears. His hot breath swayed at my ears. The hair at my nape stood erect.

" I am going to sew our hands together."  He licked the shell of my ear to soothe his bite at my ear.

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