𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭 • 𝐊𝐒𝐇 •

Ch.07

With a gun pointed at my head, I felt a surge of fear and regret washing over me. How had I ended up in this dangerous predicament? I couldn't believe that Young Ju, the person I had once thought was a friend, had betrayed me so ruthlessly.

As I stared into her cold eyes, I couldn't help but question why she was doing this. "You were just pretending to help me all along?" I asked, my voice trembling with disbelief and hurt.

Young Ju's smirk widened, and she tilted her head mockingly. "Oh, don't be so naive. In this world, everyone has a price. It's all about survival and power," she replied, her tone dripping with malice.

"But I trusted you," I protested, feeling a mix of anger and sorrow. "I thought we were friends."

She chuckled darkly, the gun never wavering from its position. "Friends? Oh, sweetie, there are no friends in this game. Only pawns and predators."

I felt my heart sinking with each word she spoke. I had been so foolish to believe that I could trust anyone in this dangerous world. I had been drawn into a deadly game of power and deception, and now I was paying the price.

The weight of exhaustion and fear pressed down on me as I tried to collect my thoughts. I circled the room, desperately searching for an escape route, but there was no window to be found. I sighed and decided to sit on the edge of the bed, trying to steady myself.

As I glanced at my disheveled appearance in the mirror, I couldn't help but feel vulnerable and exposed. The mud stains covering my face and clothes were a stark reminder of the dangerous chase I had endured. I wished I had found a way to avoid this perilous situation.

Finally, I made a decision. I needed to wash away the grime and fear that clung to me. I undressed and stepped into the shower, letting the warm water cascade over my body. It offered a brief respite from the chaos outside, soothing my nerves for a moment.

Unaware of the man's return, I continued to enjoy the comforting sensation of the water. The warmth seemed to wash away my fear and anxiety, if only momentarily. I tried to clear my mind and gather the strength to face whatever awaited me outside the shower stall.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps outside the bathroom, and my heart skipped a beat. Panic surged through me as I realized that I was not alone. I quickly turned off the water and reached for the towel, wrapping it around myself as I stepped out of the shower.

To my surprise, the man was standing there, his back turned towards me. "I told you not to enter the room," I scolded, trying to assert myself and protect my privacy. My heart pounded in my chest, and I felt a mix of embarrassment and frustration at being caught in such a vulnerable state.

The man glanced at me, his dimples forming as he smirked. "I didn't see anything clear, so don't worry. I can still wait for the honeymoon," he said with a hint of amusement. My eyes widened in shock, a mixture of shock and anger spreading across my face. I glared at him, feeling a surge of frustration at his audacity.

As I dressed quickly, I felt a growing sense of determination. I needed to find a way to escape from this man and the dangerous game he seemed to be playing with my life. I couldn't trust him, and every moment spent in his company only heightened my anxiety.

As I collected myself and took a deep breath, I tried to stay focused on my plan. I needed to find a way to escape, to get back to safety, and to uncover the truth behind my father's condition and the dangerous conspiracy surrounding me.

Despite the man's casual demeanor, I knew that he was not to be underestimated. He had already shown that he could be both cunning and ruthless, and I couldn't let my guard down even for a second. I had to stay one step ahead of him, to outwit him, and to break free from his grasp.

Finally, I mustered the courage to face him again. "What do you want from me?" I demanded, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and determination. "Why are you doing all of this? "

The man chuckled, seemingly amused by my questions. "Oh, little [name], you're quite the curious one, aren't you?" he replied cryptically, his eyes glinting with an enigmatic gleam. "All in good time, my dear. You'll find out soon enough. For now, just focus on cooperating with me."

I shook my head, refusing to be manipulated by his vague answers. I knew I had to take control of my own fate and uncover the truth for myself. "I won't cooperate with you. I want to go home," I declared, a newfound resolve in my voice.

The man's smile faded slightly, and a flicker of annoyance crossed his face. "You may think you have a choice, but trust me, you don't," he said coldly. "You're already entangled in this web, and there's no escape for you."

I clenched my fists, refusing to accept defeat. I would fight back, no matter the odds stacked against me. I couldn't let fear paralyze me; I had to be strong and resourceful.

As he smiled at me, he started undressing himself, making me feel uncomfortable and causing me to look away. I quickly moved to sit behind the corner of the room, feeling his gaze on me. After a moment, I heard the sound of running water, and I cautiously looked up to find a foggy, transparent bathroom. To my surprise, I saw him showering naked.

Feeling awkward and embarrassed, I immediately looked down, deciding not to watch. A minute later, he got out of the shower, wearing only a towel around his waist. Despite my efforts, I couldn't help but steal a glance, and my eyes widened when I noticed some scars on his torso. Before I could look away, he caught me staring, and a mischievous grin spread across his face as he began to tease me.

"Oh, don't be shy now," he said playfully, tightening the towel around his waist. "Like what you see?"

I blushed and averted my gaze, feeling my cheeks burn with embarrassment. "I wasn't looking," I stammered, trying to regain my composure.

He chuckled, clearly enjoying my discomfort. "No need to be coy. I know you were curious," he teased, taking a step closer to me.

I felt a mix of irritation and vulnerability as he continued to taunt me. I needed to stay focused and not let him get under my skin. "This is ridiculous. Just let me go," I said firmly, trying to assert myself.

He raised an eyebrow, seemingly amused by my defiance. "I'm afraid that's not an option. You're in this with me now, remember?"

I clenched my fists, frustration boiling inside me. "I never asked for any of this. I want to go home," I said, my voice tinged with desperation.

His expression softened slightly, and he took a step back, giving me some space. "Look, I don't enjoy this any more than you do," he admitted, a hint of sincerity in his voice. "But we're both caught up in something bigger than ourselves. And I promise, I won't let any harm come to you."

I eyed him warily, unsure if I could trust his words. After all the deception and danger I had faced, it was hard to believe anything he said. "I don't trust you," I said firmly, my resolve strengthening. "But I won't let you control me. I'll find a way out of this, with or without your help."

He nodded, seeming to respect my determination. "Fair enough. Just remember, we're in this together now," he said, his voice surprisingly gentle.