Jimin's wrists were bound to the cold, metal chair, his eyes scanning the dimly lit room. The air reeked of smoke and desperation.Auctioneer's voice echoed through the space, "Next up, we have Lot 13. A young, talented idol, trained to obey."

Jimin's gut twisted. He had been kidnapped, forced into this twisted underworld.

A figure emerged from the shadows, his face chiseled, eyes piercing.

"500,000 won," the stranger bid, his voice low and commanding.

The auctioneer smiled. "Sold."

Jimin's heart sank as the stranger approached him. Their eyes locked, and Jimin felt a shiver run down his spine.

The stranger's fingers brushed against Jimin's cheek, sending sparks flying.

"You're mine now,"she whispered, her breath hot against Jimin's ear.

Jimin's instincts screamed resistance, but the stranger's grip was unyielding.

As they left the auction house, Jimin spotted a tattoo on the stranger's wrist – a snake coiled around a rose.

"What does that mean?" Jimin asked.

The stranger's gaze narrowed. "It means you're mine, forever."

Their eyes clashed, and Jimin felt an unwanted thrill. Who was this enigmatic figure, and what did she want from him?

The stranger's lips curled into a sinister smile.

"You'll learn to obey, to surrender. And soon, you'll crave my touch."

Jimin's heart pounded in terror, but a spark within him ignited – a spark of curiosity, of forbidden desire.

Jimin's mind reeled as the stranger led him through the dark streets. They arrived at a sleek, black sedan, and Jimin was shoved into the backseat.

The stranger slid in beside him, her presence suffocating.

"Where are we going?" Jimin demanded.

The stranger's eyes glinted in the rearview mirror.

"My estate. You'll learn to call it home."

Jimin's stomach churned. What lay ahead?

As they drove, the city gave way to rolling hills and towering gates. The estate loomed before them, its grandeur oppressive.

Inside, Jimin was greeted by opulent decor and eerie silence.

The stranger grasped Jimin's chin, forcing their eyes to meet.

"Rules: obey, submit, and never try to escape."

Jimin's defiance flared.

"I won't surrender."

The stranger's smile grew wider.

"We'll see about that."

She dragged Jimin to a lavish bedroom.

Jimin's thoughts spiralled as her gaze lingered on him.

He knew he had to escape, but her grip was unyielding.

"Tonight, you'll learn what it means to belong to me," she whispered.

Jimin's skin crawled as her fingers traced his jaw.

Fear and desire warred within him.

Suddenly, the stranger released Jimin, stepping back.

"Get ready for dinner. We have guests arriving soon."

Jimin's mind reeled. Guests?

He stumbled to the shower, his thoughts racing.

Who were these guests?

And what did they want from him?

As he dressed, Jimin caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror.

A stranger stared back, eyes haunted.

The door opened, and the stranger stood before him.

"Shall we?" he asked, offering his arm.

Jimin hesitated, then took it.

Downstairs, the estate transformed into a lavish banquet hall.

Faces blurred together, their smiles masking sinister intentions.

Jimin's anxiety spiked.

The stranger's grip on his arm tightened.

"Smile," he whispered. "You're mine now."

Jimin forced a smile, his heart sinking.

Trapped in this twisted world.

Forever bound to the stranger's dark obsession.

As dinner progressed, Jimin's unease grew.

Conversations danced around him, laced with hidden meanings.

He felt like a pawn in a deadly game.

Suddenly, a voice cut through the chatter.

"Welcome, Jimin. I see you're adjusting well."

Jimin's eyes locked onto the speaker.

A woman with piercing green eyes and raven hair.

Her smile sent shivers down his spine.

"Who are you?" Jimin asked.

The stranger's gaze narrowed.

"This is Sophia. An old acquaintance."

Sophia's laughter sent a chill through Jimin.

"I think we'll get along famously, Jimin."

Jimin's instincts screamed warning.

What did Sophia want from him?

------Continue Ch-2-----

"Mine," the stranger whispered, his breath hot against Jimin's ear.

Jimin shivered, trapped in the stranger's intense gaze.

Their lips brushed, sending sparks flying.

Jimin's thoughts dissolved into chaos.

He was lost in the stranger's dark eyes.

Forever bound to his twisted desire.

As they broke apart, gasping, Jimin's eyes locked onto the stranger's.

"What's your name?" Jimin asked, his voice barely audible.

The stranger's smile twisted.

"You'll learn that soon enough."

Jimin's frustration grew.

"Why keep it secret?"

The stranger's eyes glinted.

"Anticipation, Jimin. It heightens the pleasure."

Jimin's face burned.

Pleasure?

Was that what this was?

Their eyes clashed, tension simmering.

Suddenly, the stranger's phone rang, shattering the silence.

He answered, listening intently.

His expression darkened.

"I need to attend to something."

Jimin's heart sank.

Was he free?

The stranger's gaze snapped back to Jimin.

"Stay here. Don't try to escape."

Jimin nodded, relief washing over him.

As the stranger departed, Jimin collapsed onto the bed.

Exhausted.

Confused.

Trapped.

He knew he had to escape.

But how?

And from whom?

Jimin's mind raced with questions.

The stranger's identity remained a mystery.

But his presence lingered, suffocating Jimin.

As he paced the room, Jimin's eyes scanned for an escape.

A locked door.

Barred windows.

No way out.

Panic set in, his breath quickening.

Suddenly, footsteps echoed outside.

The door swung open.

Jimin's heart skipped a beat.

The stranger stood before him, eyes blazing.

"You thought you could escape?"

Jimin's back pressed against the wall.

"No...I just wanted some air."

The stranger's gaze narrowed.

"Air? You'll suffocate if you try to leave me."

Jimin's skin crawled.

What did he mean?

The stranger's steps closer, menacing.

"You're mine, Jimin. Forever."

Jimin's voice trembled.

"Please...let me go."

The stranger's laughter sent chills down Jimin's spine.

"You'll beg for my mercy."

Jimin's eyes widened as the stranger's hands closed around his wrists.

He was trapped.

Helpless.

The stranger's breath whispered against Jimin's ear.

"You'll learn to obey."

Jimin's thoughts fragmented.

Fear.

Desire.

Confusion.

Their eyes locked, tension crackling.

Suddenly, a noise echoed outside.

A crash.

A shout.

The stranger's grip faltered.

Jimin seized the moment.

He twisted free, sprinting from the room.

Down the hallway.

Stairs.

Freedom.

Or so he thought.

As he burst through the front door, Jimin stumbled into darkness.

And was grabbed from behind.

A new captor?

Or the stranger's accomplice?

Jimin's scream was muffled by a hand.

Everything went black?

Jimin's world dissolved into darkness, leaving him weightless and disoriented. Time lost all meaning as he floated in the void.

When his senses finally returned, Jimin groggily opened his eyes to find himself in an unfamiliar room. The ceiling stared back, its blandness a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing inside him. Memories of the stranger, the escape, and the new captor flooded back, sending his heart racing.

Panic set in as Jimin struggled to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over him, forcing him back onto the bed. A figure emerged from the shadows, tall and brooding, with an air of familiarity that only added to Jimin's confusion.

"Who...are you?" Jimin stammered, trying to piece together the fragments of his memory. The figure stepped closer, its features illuminating in the dim light. Jimin's heart pounded as he waited for an answer.

"Not who you'd expect," the figure replied, its voice low and gravelly, sending shivers down Jimin's spine. "You were a prized possession. Now, you're mine." The words echoed in Jimin's mind, chilling him to the core.

"What do you mean?" Jimin demanded, trying to keep his voice steady. The figure's gaze roamed his body, its intensity making Jimin's skin crawl. "You mean, the stranger?" he pressed on, desperate for answers.

The figure's smile twisted, its eyes glinting in the dim light. "Yes. And soon, you'll understand." Jimin's thoughts reeled as the figure approached him. What did this new captor want? Was he worse than the stranger?

As the figure's breath whispered against Jimin's ear, he felt a spark ignite within him - fear, desire, and confusion swirling together in a toxic mix. Their eyes locked, tension crackling between them like electricity.

Jimin woke to the sound of a soft, rhythmic creaking. His eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim light filtering through a small, high window. He was still in the unfamiliar room, the same oppressive silence enveloping him.

A figure stood by the window, their silhouette casting long, ominous shadows on the wall. Jimin's heart pounded in his chest as he tried to make out their features. The figure turned, their face illuminated by the sliver of moonlight. It was the same man from the previous night, his eyes cold and calculating.

"Good morning, Jimin," he said, his voice a low growl. "I trust you slept well."

Jimin remained silent, his mind racing. He tried to recall the events of the previous night, but his memory was hazy. The man's words had been so disturbing, so... possessive. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was trapped in a nightmare.

"I have a proposition for you," the man continued. "One that will benefit both of us."

Jimin's eyes narrowed. "What kind of proposition?"

"A simple one," the man replied.

"You will obey me without question, and in return, I will keep you safe."

"Safe?" Jimin scoffed. "From whom?"

The man's smile was chilling. "From yourself."

Jimin felt a shiver run down his spine. He didn't understand what the man meant, but he knew he didn't like it. He tried to think of a way to escape, but the room was empty, save for a small bed and a nightstand.

"I don't trust you," Jimin said, his voice barely a whisper.

The man's expression darkened. "You have no choice," he replied, his tone laced with menace. "You are mine now."

Jimin felt a surge of anger. He wasn't going to let this man control him. He stood up, his heart pounding in his chest.

"No," he said firmly. "I won't."

The man's eyes narrowed. "Very well," he said, his voice dripping with contempt. "We'll see about that."

As Jimin braced himself for whatever was to come, he knew that he was in for a fight. A fight for his freedom, and for his very life.

The man stepped forward, his movements fluid and predatory. Jimin backed away, his heart pounding in his chest. He tried to find a way to defend himself, but there was nothing within reach.

Just as the man was about to close the distance between them, Jimin spotted a small, broken piece of glass on the floor. He lunged for it, grabbing it with his fingers.

The man froze, his eyes widening in surprise. He didn't expect Jimin to fight back.

"Don't come any closer," Jimin warned, holding the broken glass in front of him like a weapon.

The man hesitated, his face a mask of confusion and anger. He knew that if he got too close, Jimin could seriously injure him.

"You're making a mistake," he said, his voice low and menacing. "I can make your life a living hell."

Jimin didn't flinch. "Try it," he said defiantly.

The man took a step forward, his eyes fixed on the broken glass. Jimin held his ground, his grip tightening on the jagged piece.

Just as the man was about to lunge, Jimin heard a noise from outside. It sounded like someone was trying to break into the room.

The man's eyes darted towards the window. "Someone's here," he hissed.

Jimin didn't need to be told twice. He turned and ran towards the window, pushing it open with all his might. He leapt out, landing on the ground below.

He looked up just in time to see the man break the window and climb out. Jimin turned and ran, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he couldn't outrun the man, but he had to try.