chapter fourteen

The ceiling is fading in and out of focus.

My head is heavy, my vision is blurry, my heart is strained. There is a

distinct flavor of panic lodged somewhere underneath my tongue and I’m

fighting to remember where it came from. I try to sit up and can’t understand

why I was lying down.

Someone’s hands are on my shoulders.

“How are you feeling?” jeon is peering down at me.

Suddenly my memories are burning in my eyes and Jenkins’ face is

swimming in my consciousness and I’m swinging my fists and screaming for

jeon to get away from me and struggling to wriggle out of his grip but he just

smiles. Laughs a little. Gentles my hands down beside my torso.

“Well, at least you’re awake,” he sighs. “You had me worried for a

moment.”

I try to control my trembling limbs. “Get your hands away from me.”

He waves sheathed fingers in front of my face. “I’m all covered up. Don’t

worry.”

“I hate you.”

“So much passion.” He laughs again. He looks so calm, so genuinely

amused. He stares at me with eyes softer than I ever expected them to be.

I turn away.

He stands up. Takes a short breath. “Here,” he says, reaching for a tray on a

small table. “I brought you food.”

I take advantage of the moment to sit up and look around. I’m lying on a bed

draped in damask golds and burgundies the darkest shade of blood. The floor is

covered in thick, rich carpet the color of a setting summer sun. It’s warm in this

room. It’s the same size as the one I occupy, its furniture standard enough: bed,

armoire, side tables, chandelier glittering from the ceiling. The only difference is

there’s an extra door in this room and there’s a candle burning quietly on a small

table in the corner. I haven’t seen fire in so many years I’ve lost count. I have to

stifle an impulse to reach out and touch the flame.

I prop myself up against the pillows and try to pretend I’m not comfortable.

"Where am I?”

jeon turns around holding a plate with bread and cheese on it. His other

hand is gripping a glass of water. He looks around the room as if seeing it for the

first time. “This is my bedroom.”

If my head weren’t splitting into pieces I’d be tempted to run. “Take me to

my own room. I don’t want to be here.”

“And yet, here you are.” He sits at the foot of the bed, a few feet away.

Pushes the plate in front of me. “Are you thirsty?”

I don’t know if it’s because I can’t think straight or if it’s because I’m

genuinely confused, but I’m struggling to reconcile jeon’s polarizing

personalities. Here he is, offering me a glass of water after he forced me to

torture someone. I lift my hands and study my fingers as if I’ve never seen them

before. “I don’t understand.”

He cocks his head, inspecting me as though I might’ve seriously injured

myself. “I only asked if you were thirsty. That shouldn’t be difficult to

understand.” A pause. “Drink this.”

I take the glass. Stare at it. Stare at him. Stare at the walls.

I must be insane.

jeon sighs. “I’m not sure, but I think you fainted. And I think you should

probably eat something, though I’m not entirely sure about that, either.” He

pauses. “You’ve probably had too much exertion your first day here. My

mistake.”

“Why are you being nice to me?”

The surprise on his face surprises me even more. “Because I care about you,”

he says simply.

“You care about me?” The numbness in my body is beginning to dissipate.

My blood pressure is rising and anger is making its way to the forefront of my

consciousness. “I almost killed Jenkins because of you!”

“You didn’t kill—”

“Your soldiers beat me! You keep me here like a prisoner! You threaten me!

You threaten to kill me! You give me no freedom and you say you care about

me?” I nearly throw the glass of water at his face. “You are a monster!”

jeon turns away so I’m staring at his profile. He clasps his hands.

Changes his mind. Touches his lips. “I am only trying to help you.”

“Liar.”

He seems to consider that. Nods, just once. “Yes. Most of the time, yes.”

“I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to be your experiment. Let me go.”

“No.” He stands up. “I’m afraid I can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“Because I can’t. I just—” He tugs at his fingers. Clears his throat. His eyes

touch the ceiling for a brief moment. “Because I need you.”

“You need me to kill people!”

He doesn’t answer right away. He walks to the candle. Pulls off a glove.

Tickles the flame with his bare fingers. “You know, I am very capable of killing

people on my own, taehyung . I’m actually very good at it.”

“That’s disgusting.”

He shrugs. “How else do you think someone my age is able to control so

many soldiers? Why else would my father allow me to take charge of an entire

sector?”

“Your father?” I sit up, suddenly curious in spite of myself.

He ignores my question. “The mechanics of fear are simple enough. People

are intimidated by me, so they listen when I speak.” He waves a hand. “Empty

threats are worth very little these days.”

I squeeze my eyes shut. “So you kill people for power.”

“As do you.”

“How dare you—”

He laughs, loud. “You’re free to lie to yourself, if it makes you feel better.”

“I am not lying—”

“Why did it take you so long to break your connection with Jenkins?”

My mouth freezes in place.

“Why didn’t you fight back right away? Why did you allow him to touch you

for as long as he did?”

My hands have begun to shake and I grip them, hard. “You don’t know

anything about me.”

“And yet you claim to know me so well.”

I clench my jaw, not trusting myself to speak.

“At least I’m honest,” he adds.

“You just agreed you’re a liar!”

He raises his eyebrows. “At least I’m honest about being a liar.”

I slam the glass of water on the side table. Drop my head in my hands. Try to

stay calm. Take a steadying breath. “Well,” I rasp, “why do you need me, then?

If you’re such an excellent murderer?”

A smile flickers and fades across his face. “One day I’ll introduce you to the

answer to that question.”

I try to protest but he stops me with one hand. Picks up a piece of bread from

the plate. Holds it under my nose. “You hardly ate anything at dinner. That can’t

possibly be healthy.”

I don’t move.

He drops the bread on the plate and drops the plate beside the water. Turns to

me. Studies my eyes with such intensity I’m momentarily disarmed. There are so

many things I want to say and scream but somehow I’ve forgotten all about the

words waiting patiently in my mouth. I can’t make myself look away.

“Eat something.” His eyes abandon me. “Then go to sleep. I’ll be back for

you in the morning.”

“Why can’t I sleep in my own room?”

He gets to his feet. Dusts off his pants for no real reason. “Because I want

you to stay here.”

“But why?”

He barks out a laugh. “So many questions.”

“Well if you’d give me a straight answer—”

“Good night, taehyung .”

“Are you going to let me go?” I ask, this time quietly, this time timidly.

“No.” He takes 6 steps into the corner with the candle. “And I won’t promise

to make things easier for you, either.” There is no regret, no remorse, no

sympathy in his voice. He could be talking about the weather.

“You could be lying.”

“Yes, I could be.” He nods, as if to himself. Blows out the candle.

And disappears.

I try to fight it

....

I try to stay awake

I try to find my head but I can’t.

I collapse from sheer exhaustion.

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