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You awoke with a start. The feeling of something cold pouring over you startled you outright.

“Aish! What is this?!” You found yourself shouting.

“What is this? Well, I guess you could say this is a wake up call.”

Shocked, you look up at the voice you recognized. The same man from the day before, standing with a cup of ice water in his hand. He wasn’t wearing his tie anymore; deciding to keep his dresspants and simply rolling up the sleeves to his navy blue shirt.

He smiled down at you from your current position of being tied to a chair. Not just any chair, a lawnchair. One you recognized from Baekhyun’s backyard. This realization sickened you, but you couldn’t show it. This man already knew he’d gotten to you, however, noting the slight shock of expression on your face disappearing just as quickly as it came.

“Don’t worry sweetie,” He chuckled, his voice again singing a sickly sweet melody. “That’s not the only thing I took from his house before burning it.”

You frowned. “What do you want with me?” Surprised at your outburst, the man leaned back into his chair that was placed across from you.

“What do I want? Information.” “I don’t have any to give you.” He has the nerve to smirk again. “Forgive me, princess, but I doubt that.”

He moves from his chair, over to a table that you hadn’t noticed before. The room is dimly lit, the only things visible are you and the unnamed man’s chair in front of you. And now, this small rectangular table sitting to your right.

He lifts several of the objects off the surface, before moving the table right next to you; you’d be able to reach it if you weren’t tied down. Only then do you see it’s contents.

Knives, scalpels, syringes, saws.

A multitude of sharp, shiny, and penetrative objects come into your vision. Surprisingly, you recognize a few of them. The knives specifically. The handles are a finely polished silver, with carvings resembling ripcurls found in waves within the ocean. Specially made, for Baekhyun. You’d always liked cooking, and he knew this, this is why he bought these. Knowing your love for the water and cooking, he saw nothing better than to buy you a set of cooking utensils that you could use, while he supervised you while you cooked.  

This time, however, you didn’t think you’d be cooking with them.

The 3 finely picked knives were sharpened and polished to a high sheen. He means to use them. To chop something other than carrots. You find yourself panicking. Looking up at the man, wide-eyed, lips trembling to find the proper words to beg.

“P-p-please, I’ll tell you anything, I don’t know anything of importance, but I’ll tell you what I know!” You shriek, terrified by another realization of your current state.  You are naked, tied down, and begging a man above you who is prepared to torture you for information you don’t have.

“Shh,” He coos. “Relax, I’m not going to use these to hurt you.”

You stop shaking slightly, but still mortified. You almost relax, until he speaks again.

“Unfortunately for you, I couldn’t say the same for my friend here.” He mocks and a familiar face enters through the darkness of the room.

“Chanyeol.”

The fear grips you tighter than your anger at Chanyeol, but even this fact doesn’t stop you from running your mouth. Easily making your situation worse, but you didn’t care about that. You couldn’t care about that.  “You son of a bitch!”

Your outburst earns a rough open-handed smack from him. Sharply cutting off any more words from your mouth. You cough and grimace at the stinging sensation throbbing across your cheek to the rest of your face.  The metallic taste of blood filling your mouth. ‘He’s busted my lip.’ You look up into his eyes, not entirely sure what to look for.  Maybe you think that you can appeal to him, make him remember how you to used to be: Happy and close.  But as his eyes come to meet yours, you realize that you two were as close as strangers; the look in his eyes betraying everything you’d ever thought you knew about him. 

“I can’t say i’m sorry about this, (Y/N), they threatened my family. You must understand.”  You scowl. ‘Family?!’ You think. ‘Baekhyun wouldn’t hire anybody with family, that’s not how he works. You know that much about him and his business.’ Baekhyun didn’t often discuss work with you, if at all, but one thing he made clear about his associates was this: “If they’re not dedicated, then they’re not trustworthy. I, unlike most, count my chickens before they’ve hatched; I’ll always know which path people are going to go down. What they have from the start, and what I will let them end with.”

You knew this, Baekhyun had never lied to you before, so what was all this about?

“(Y/N), I’m going to start with some basic questions, most that you should be able to answer without any repercussions.”  You only stare back at him, uncertain of what he’s going to say next.  “When were you taken by Byun Baekhyun?” You frown at this question, but once you notice the twitch in Chanyeol’s hand, motioning towards the table beside you, you decide it’s in your best interest to go ahead and answer.  “Uhm, a week before New Year’s. My friend’s birthday party was the night before, that’s how we met.”  He only nods, and cocked his head to the side as he asks another question.  “How long have you been in captivity with Byun Bakehyun?” 

This point is one of no return, you know that. Because of this, you don’t care where your mouth gets you. 

“Shouldn’t you know that? I mean, you were assigned to me the day after I awoke tied to his bed.”  You can’t bite you lip fast enough to stop the string of words escaping from your mouth. And you don’t have to.  The barking laugh of the still unnamed man sounds from behind you. 

“Whew, this one’s got a mouth on her! Really doesn’t seem like Baek’s type, does she?”  Chanyeol doesn’t react. Only stares at the man behind you.  When he finally does look at you, his stare shakes you to the bone.  Not because he is angry, or even sinister; but sad. Pitiful.  “(Y/N)... Do you know how long Baek has kept you?”  You frown, “Yes,” You insist. “It’s not even been 3 weeks yet. Since he took me that is.” 

Another barking laugh from the unnamed man makes your heart race.  ‘What is going on?’ Your mind races with panic, that worsens as Chanyeol speaks again. 

“No, (Y/N), it hasn’t been 3 weeks. It’s been 3 years.” 

hey ya’ll, looking for a new username for my account. 

i originally wasn’t going to be an exo-related account but it became that way cos i love them too much. 

any ideas as to what it should be? comment down below. 

“Run!” Baekhyun screamed at you repeatedly as he shoved you into Kyungsoo, your nighttime watchman, and you both ran towards the back door of the mansion. 

You reached the porch that overlooked the large pool that took up most of the space in Bakehyun’s large backyard.  You and Baekhyun had spent many nights in his jacuzzi; you in the designer swimsuits he bought you, and him being unable to keep his hands off you while you wore the things he’d purchased. He was infatuated with you, and even through your fear and shyness, you appreciated his carefulness with you.  Never too handsy, and would apologize everytime he noticed discomfort.  Your conversations were nice--although you talked too much and told him too much--they were still ones you would cherish.  

And cherish you would; as something told you that you wouldn’t be having anymore jaccuzi conversations anytime soon. 

Your reminiscing was cut short as Kyungsoo sprinted with you past the pool, and rushes to unlock the back gate. His hands fumbled with his keychain, as he went through each one trying to find the right key.  The sirens continued to get closer, and many thoughts ripped through your mind all at once. 

Do I let Kyungsoo take me away from the people I had prayed would save me one day? 

Every day you lived in fear that Baekhyun would come home, and no longer be the cool-headed jokester you knew him as. That he would get tired of this; no sex, no kissing, you wouldn’t share a drink with him, and you wouldn’t marry him right away. Offering him an ultimatum that he give you your own space for a time, where you could think and decide for yourself.  But of course your room had only one window, in the bathroom, that was sealed shut, and bulletproof of course. 

One day Baekhyun will have had enough, he is not a patient man like he claims to be. He is cruel, stealing you away from your life. Making your friends and family believe you to be dead. He is no honorable man, not a man worthy of being your husband. 

One day, he will cause you great harm, and then you will never be able to run ever again. 

Fear gripped your chest and you made your final decision. You ran.  Not with Kyngsoo as he finally opened the gate, revealing Baekhyun in a sleek black sports car on the other side--clearly thinking quickly to grab his getaway car--he called out for the both of you. 

“Hurry! They’re closing in!” 

Kyungsoo ran ahead of you, he really believed you would follow.  But you didn’t. 

The front of the house was a mere 20 feet from where you were, and you sprinted every bit of that from the back to the front yard.  You expected to be met with the arms of officers who would direct you an ambulance to check for injuries, and would get you warm and fed, then return you to your family.  Every dream you’d ever had of your homecoming went something like this, but this is not what happened. 

Warm embraces did not meet you as you turned the corner. A taser did, however. 

You whipped around the corner only to be met with the firm chest of a large man dressed immaculately in a navy blue suit. His blood-red tie seemingly glowing with the contrast of colors.  With his dark hair slicked back to his skull, he stared down at you with large, black, and intimidating eyes. 

“What do we have here?” He chuckled. His voice playing like a soft melody. “I was unaware that my dear dongsaeng had a plaything.” 

You were terrified, with nowhere to run, and nowhere to hide. You stared up at him; his grip on your arm tightening with your lack of answer. 

You didn’t even have time to scream as he pushed the taser into your neck. 

You watched your whole world go black as you slumped in his arms. 

DISCLAIMER: Gif taken from google. Story idea is completely my own unless stated otherwise. 

@vaveyard since i saw no ask box i just decided to ask my questions like this: 

1) how old was samson merandus? 2) do you have any other names for the other merandus’s?(members of the family i mean) 3) what did elara do for her queenstrial? can you give details as to how she ‘impressed’ the royals? 

Hey hon! Check out my other posts to find out about the further installments of the series. 

Alright, so following my latest post I have decided to make a little challenge for you guys with the story. I’m gonna give this post a certain number of days to gain different comments either attempting to predict what the next half of the story will be, or, writing out dialogue, action scenes, or guessing something I’ve already planed on. 

Okay guys! Comment your predictions, wishes, dialogue, and action scenes here! 

Reference, and even a character in my story will be named after the winners!  With the best one getting a story of their own! With everything about it, and who they’ll be with, of their choosing. 

Thanks guys, hope you’ll participate. 

Happy writing.