'Her anger'

'Strumming my pain with his fingers, singing my life with his words. Killing me softly with his song. Killing me softly, with his song.'

Warnings - swearing, non-con kissing

were slowly filled with the agitating sound of a keyboard being clicked over and over again. I finally forced my eyes to open painfully as I lifted my head, immediately feeling my neck crack as I cringed from the soreness, I obviously from my neck being in the same position for so long.

Narrowing my eyes in confusion as I scanned the vaguely familiar room, I came to realise that it was the office that I had first met him in. Speak of the devil, I looked up, quickly noticing Chan sitting at the large desk that sat in the middle of the room. Surrounded by numerous paper work and files, he didn't notice that I was awake as he focused on the bright screen of his computer.

Looking down towards the rest of my body, I noticed I was in a plush yet uncomfortable black, leather sofa situated in the corner of the room. Groaning slightly as I shifted my neck awkwardly, trying to stimulate some comfort throughout my body.

A slight shiver ran down my spine as Chan locked his dark, threatening brown eyes with my tired, exhausted [eye coloured] eyes.

"How long have you been awake?" His eyes tore away from mine as he turned off the computer, pushing some paperwork away as he did so. "Not long..." I awkwardly replied as I sat up, my back bending awkwardly as I did so. He merely hummed in reply as he busied himself at his desk.

Peeking over at his desk curiously, I noticed a fairly recent newspaper with a very familiar face plastered across it. My stomach dropped immediately once I realised what it was. It was my face. It was a missing poster.

I gulped anxiously, I could feel my palms begin to feel clammy as a nervous sweat coated over them. Chan noticed my distress as his eyes flicked between mine and the newspaper. Picking up the newspaper in his right hand, his face remained neutral and calm. He seemed a little...too calm for my liking.

Finally, he spoke up, breaking the barrier of silence. "So, you've seen the newspaper." He stated, calmly. Before casually tossing it over in my direction, landing on the floor near the leather sofa I was still sitting on. "Read it if you want." He muttered in an uninterested tone as he returned to his stacks of paperwork.

Sighing, I reached down with my right hand, and picked up the flimsy booklet of grey paper.

Name: [Name] [Last name]

Status: missing

Age: 17

Suspects:

Description: [your height, hair colour, race and skin colour]

I stopped reading once my parents were mentioned, I couldn't think about what they were going through. Guilt flooded my body and tears began to well in my eyes. Forgetting about the merciless boss sitting in the room, his dark eyes tracking my every move as he began studying my body language. Before he returned back to his work.

"Uhm, Chan?" It felt odd to say his name in such a casual and informal tone. He didn't look up, but he hummed in response, clutching his pen tightly as black ink flowed out of the thin cylinder and onto the white paper below.

"Uh, when can I go home?" He immediately stopped writing an dropped his pen in what I assumed to be shock, but he still didn't look up at me. Before he picked up his pen, and continued writing. "You aren't going 'home'. This is your home."

My heart dropped at hearing those words, realising I might not be able to see my parents again. "Don't ask me stupid questions like that. Dumb bitch." A surge of anger rushed through me. "But I don't want to be here anymore." Clearly getting agitated, he aggressively dropped his pen and locked his tainted eyes with my anger filled [eye coloured] eyes.

"I don't give a shit what you want." He mockingly stated as he leaned forward in his chair. Scoffing, I furiously stood up and stormed over to his desk. "Don't speak to me like that." I bravely stated as I glared at him.

He stared at me in disbelief for a few moments, before standing up, his chair hitting the wall behind him as he stood up.

"Now, you listen to me you fucking bitch. You're actually lucky we saved you from that pathetic little life. Your parents didn't care about you. Your annoying so called friends didn't care about you-"

His words were cut off harshly as the back of my left hand hit his smooth cheek, I clamped my hand over my mouth once I realised what I had done. I had slapped him.

I felt all my anger and confidence quickly disappear, and it was replaced with the familiar sense of fear and anxiety. Not sticking around to see his reaction, I practically tried to sprint out of the room.

My breathing became heavier as I tore open the door and tried to run out. I yelped in a mixture of surprise and fear as I felt his toned arms wrap around my waist and neck, choking me.

Pleads and begs escaped my mouth as he dragged me back into the office. Throwing me roughly onto the desk, forcing paper to fly of the table and scatter around the room.

Chuckling slightly, he leaned in, placing both hands beside my waist, and into the table. His cold, minty breath fanning my face. "I'll give it to you, that was brave what you did. But stupid." His humour quickly disappeared and was replaced with a threatening scowl.

"What are you gonna do to me..." I whispered as stray tears escaped my eyes. Dragging my head down to stare at the floor, I felt two fingers push under my chin, and chapped but soft lips being smashed into mine as Chan leaned closer into the table, tilting his head to the side. My eyes letting out more and more tears as the seconds passed.

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Word count - 1126

This is a low-key strange chapter but it's whatever, sorry for how much I've been editing this book, I keep getting new ideas lmao. Let me know if there are any mistakes in this chapter. Stay safe :)

-Polly <3