chapter three

You belong to me now. Every breath you take, every move you make, it's all mine, he says, his voice dripping with venom, Try to run, try to fight, and I'll break you in ways you can't even imagine. Your pain, your screams they'll be my lullaby.

His words cut through me like a knife, sending chills down my spine I want to ask him why he is doing this to me. What did I do to deserve this? I just want to go back home, to my room, to my family. Not to be with these dangerous strangers who always keep their heads low, armed with guns. The darkness of the room seems to close in on me, suffocating and oppressive

And this man beside me, who always stares into my soul, makes my skin crawl His eyes are cold, calculating, and devoid of any humanity. I want to slap him, to scream and demand answers. Why me? What did I do to him? I've always avoided trouble, never gotten involved with loan sharks or fights, never showed attitude to anyone. So why me?

tear slips from my eye as I think about

my family, probably waiting for me,

thinking I will return soon. The image of them, oblivious to the nightmare I'm trapped in, tears at my heart. My thoughts are interrupted as the man beside me tightens his grip on my waist and starts to drag me saying, "Let's go, love" I stop in my tracks and look up into his eyes, asking in a small voice, "Where?" He smiles like a maniac, his eyes gleaming with twisted delight.

He caresses my face with a touch that's both tender and threatening, and says, "To our new home, sweet home, love

Summoning all the courage I can, I say, don't want to His smile fades, replaced by a look of cold fury.

"You don't have a choice, he hisses "Every step you take is at my command Your desires, your fears-they mean nothing. You belong to me now, and I will shape you into what I desire, whether you want it or not."

He tightens his grip, dragging me forward with a brutal force that leaves no room for resistance. The weight of his words, the realization that I am utterly powerless, crushes any remaining hope. As I am pulled away, the darkness of my new reality closes in, and I know that this is just the beginning of the torment that awaits me

He grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him, his grip bruising and unyielding don't care, he says, his voice a dark whisper that sends chills down my spine I'm your husband, your dom now. You must follow my orders without question and satisfy me in bed. I'll cherish you with luxuries you've never even dreamed of and treat you like a queen. But, but, but,"

his voice lowers, becoming even mare menacing,

"If you disobey me, I won't show He leans in closer, his eyes gleaming with sadistic delight. "I'll break every bone in your body, throw you on the bed, torture you, but I won't let you die. No, he says, smiling a twisted, manic smile, Til let you live. I'll make sure you endure every moment of pain and suffering, knowing that there's no escape. You'll beg for death but it'll never come. You'll be mine, in body and soul, forever."

The darkness in his words, the absolute control and cruelty, is suffocating. My heart pounds in my chest as I stare into his eyes, seeing nothing but a void where compassion should be.

I swear, sweat starts to bead on my forehead. I have to run away. He is a. maniac, probably a runaway asylum

patient. I don't even know his name. But one thing is clear: no matter what

happens, I'll run away. I have to, I will

escape from this nightmare. I can't let him win Every fiber of my being screams for freedom,

reality: I know I have to be smart, to bide my time and find the right moment. But no matter how long it takes or how hard it gets, I will escape from this nightmare. I will find a way to break free

I don't even feel it when the throws me into the car. To be honest, I've never seen a car like this in real life-sleek, luxurious, and Intimidating. I'm sitting there, and he's beside me, his hand possessively resting on my thigh while he drives. I swear I can see the bulge in his pants; he's freaking hard. The realization sends a wave of disgust and lear through me It's been 45 minutes since I've been in a with a stranger who claims we are married, but I don't accept this mariage. I stare out the window, my mind racing, thinking and waiting for the right moment to run away. The city lights blur past, but

my thoughts are clear. I need to get to the police: I need to get back home

Every minute feels like an eternity. His

hand on my thigh feels like a shackle, a

constant reminder of my captivity. My

heart pounds as I silently plan my escape, praying

for an opportunity to present itself.

I will not be broken by this nightmare. I will find a way to break free and

And to my luck, that moment comes. The car stops at a petrol pump. He gets out to make a call, leaving me alone in the car. I think he's a fool. This is my chance. In my mind, I say, "Bye, motherfucker," and I slip out of the car through the other door so he can't see me

I run away as fast as I can, my heart

pounding in my chest. I swear, if I had run this fast in my school games, I would have

come in first place. The adrenaline surges through me, driving me forward. Every step takes me further from that nightmare, and I focus on the distant lights of a nearby building, praying

I discard the ring he forced on my finger

while running towards the police station

Not many people are out of their houses;

the place is unusually quiet. I'm breathing

so fast, my legs hurt, my lungs are in pain,

and my throat burns.

I burst into the police station, and everyone looks at me and

stands up in fear. "I want to go home

Please take me,

I say, my voice trembling with desperation. They all look terrified. The weather isn't even cold, yet they're shivering. One of them says to me,

'Mr. Kim, please sit. We'll take you where you should be."

"Kim? I'm Jeon, I protest, confusion and