Ecstacy of Love (vsoo)

34. Tomorrow with sunrise kill the rebellious daughter.

Edited

Jisoo’s pov

The light-too bright, too much-blinds me for a moment before my eyes start to adjust. I try to move, but the ropes around my wrists dig into my skin, the fabric binding me tightly to the bed. My legs are similarly restrained, the same pressure restricting my every move.

Panic surges through me. I try to breathe evenly, but the air feels heavy. My chest rises and falls erratically, as I struggle against the ropes. I need to get out. I can't let them-whoever they are-win. I need to escape.

My mind races, my vision hazy from the overwhelming sense of confinement and the growing effects of the poison in the air. A candle-its smoke slowly curling in the corner of the room-releases something toxic. Someone wants to kill me. The thought sends a sharp chill down my spine.

I fight harder, my arms straining against the ropes, trying to loosen them. It feels like I'm fighting for air, my breath shallow and labored as I fight to free myself. The scent of poison, thick and cloying, presses in on me. I can't pass out now, I remind myself. / can't-

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the ropes around my hands loosen. I twist my body and, with all the strength I can muster, I pull my legs free. The restraints are gone, but my body feels like it's made of stone, too heavy to move quickly. Still, I don't hesitate.

My eyes scan the room for an exit. There's no door-just a single small window, which I know won't be enough for me to escape. A wave of frustration crashes over me, and I bite down hard on my lip, forcing myself not to panic. Focus, Jisoo. You can do this.

My heart pounds as I search every inch of the room. I know there's a way out. There has to be. My eyes lock onto the cupboard in the corner-slightly ajar. A small crack, barely visible in the dim light, and for a moment, I think I've found my escape. But as I push against it, the cupboard doesn't budge. It's locked from the other side. My stomach churns with a sense of helplessness, but I won't give up.

Tears? No. Not yet. Not when I'm so close.

I gather every ounce of strength I have left and keep fighting. I can't give up. I won't.

The sound of footsteps echoes from the hallway, and my breath catches. This is it. My chance.

I grab a nearby pot, my hands shaking as I hold it tightly. I position myself behind the door, crouching low, waiting for the moment to strike. My heart thunders in my chest, every beat an echo of my desperation.

The door opens, and a man in royal attire steps inside. He's unaware of me, of what's about to happen. I don't hesitate. With all my might, I swing the pot and hit him squarely on the head. He collapses instantly, crumpling to the floor.

The man is unconscious, and I breathe a sigh of relief, but I don't have time to waste. This is my chance.

I hurry to the secret passage, slipping through the narrow opening with quick, quiet movements. On the other side, I find myself in a much larger, more lavishly decorated room. It's ten times the size of the place I'd just escaped, and my heart races again. This could be my way out.

I scan the room, my eyes locking onto the large door at the far end. It looks like an entrance. Maybe this will lead me to freedom.

But before I can reach for the door, a voice from outside stops me cold.

"Your Highness, Princess Consort wishes to speak with you. She wants to tell you something," the maid "s from outside the door.

I freeze, hiding behind a nearby piece of furniture, trying not to make a sound. My heart hammers in my chest, my breath catching in my throat. I can't be caught now. Not after everything I've been through.