The Auction

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-----

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