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Expect Incorrect Grammars Typos As English Is Not My Primary Language, Thank you.
 
⚠️🔞 WARNING 🔞⚠️
 
This content may contain sensitive themes, language, violence, sexual content, or drug references that are not suitable for young readers. If you are not open-minded, this story may not be suitable for you.
3RD PERSON POV:
(@ABANDONED BUILDING)
 
ORM awoke with a jolt, a wave of nausea crashing over her.  She was bound to a chair, her wrists tied tightly behind her, a gag silencing her.  The room was dark, the only source of light coming from a single flickering bulb high above. Panic clawed at her throat, a cold, desperate fear gripping her heart.
 
She struggled against the restraints, but they held firm.  She tried to scream, but the gag muffled her voice, reducing her pleas to a muffled groan. A cold sweat broke out on her skin, her heart pounding in her chest.  She was trapped.
 
A moment later, a man in black pants and a black suit entered the room.  His face was hidden in the shadows, but a chilling grin stretched across his lips as he approached her.
 
“Hey, nice to meet you,” he said, his voice smooth, laced with a chilling amusement.
 
ORM couldn’t respond, her mouth still covered.
 
“Oh, sorry, I forgot your mouth was covered,” the man said, his grin widening. He swiftly removed the gag, his eyes gleaming with a sinister light.
 
“Who are you? And what do you want from me?” ORM demanded, her voice shaking, her eyes filled with a desperate fear.
 
“Secret,” he said, his grin turning predatory.  He then swiftly replaced the gag, effectively silencing her again.
 
MEANWHILE, AT THE MANSION
 
LINGLING, still reeling from the shock of ORM’s disappearance, frantically tried to call her, her heart pounding with a fear she hadn’t experienced in years.  The mansion, usually a fortress of control, now felt like a tomb of silence.
 
But her calls went straight to voicemail.  Her texts remained unanswered.  Panic began to grip her, a cold, insistent fear creeping into her heart.  She had never been so vulnerable, so helpless.
 
Then, her phone buzzed, a new number flashing on the screen.
 
“Who is this?” she asked, her voice a tight whisper, laced with a mixture of fear and a steely determination.
 
“It looks like you’ve forgotten me, LINGLING KWONG,” a voice said, its tone smooth, a playful malice underlying each word.
 
“Who are you?” LINGLING demanded, her voice sharper now, a hint of suspicion coloring her tone.
 
“WIN, at your service,” the voice chuckled, a chilling sound that sent a shiver down her spine.
 
“What do you need?” LINGLING asked, her voice firm, her eyes narrowed, her mind racing.
 
“I need you,” WIN said, his voice suddenly serious, his words carrying a chilling weight.
 
“I have your wife now, so I’ll give you a choice, your life or your wife’s life?  You have thirty minutes, LINGLING KWONG, and after thirty, make sure you’re here,” WIN said, his voice a cold, calculating threat.  He then ended the call abruptly.
 
LINGLING's heart hammered in her chest, a rhythm of fear and anger.  Her mind raced, trying to decipher the mystery of this unexpected threat, the identity of this unknown adversary.  She had never been so vulnerable, so uncertain.
 
Another message popped up on her phone, this time a location, a desolate address in the heart of the city.  It was a place she knew well, a place she had once used to her advantage.  It was a place she had never imagined she would be forced to visit under such terrifying circumstances.
 
A voice message played, a desperate plea for help.  It was ORM’s voice, a choked whisper of fear, a desperate plea for her release.
 
LINGLING’s fingers trembled as she typed a response, her words a desperate cry for mercy.
 
“Don’t hurt her.”
 
BACK TO THE ABANDONED BUILDING
 
LINGLING stood in the abandoned building, a crumbling structure that echoed with the weight of forgotten dreams.  The air hung heavy, thick with the stench of decay and neglect.  She had raced here, her mind a whirlwind of fear and determination.
 
The man, WIN, stood in the center of the room, a chilling grin spreading across his face.  He held a gun, its metallic sheen gleaming under the dim light.  Behind him, ORM was tied to a chair, her face pale, her eyes wide with terror.
 
“I’m here.  Release ORM,” LINGLING said, her voice firm, her eyes fixed on ORM’s, a silent plea for her safety.
“Don’t be impatient, LINGLING KWONG,” WIN said, his grin widening, his eyes gleaming with an unnerving amusement.
 
“I’m the one you need, right?  So release ORM, because I’m here,” LINGLING said, her voice laced with a steely determination.  She had faced down enemies before, but never one who threatened the one she loved.
 
“I want to play, LINGLING KWONG,” WIN said, his voice a joyful, menacing cackle.  He pointed the gun at LINGLING, his gaze unwavering.
 
“LINGLING KWONG, Kneel down,” WIN commanded, enjoying the situation where LINGLING had no other choice but to obey him.  "You Don't Want To Kneel down? Okay,” WIN added as he pointed the gun at ORM.
 
"Don't You Dare WIN," LINGLING said, her voice laced with a chilling intensity, still focusing on ORM.
 
"Then Kneel Down," WIN commanded firmly.
 
LINGLING KWONG, the woman with power and influence, was now kneeling for the sake of her beloved ORM KORNNAPHAT SETHRATTANAPONG.  She knew she had to do this, even though it felt like a betrayal of her own power.
 
"LINGLING KWONG, What Are You Doing?" ORM asked, her voice shaky.  She couldn't believe that LINGLING KWONG would kneel down to save her, to make her safe, because the LINGLING KWONG she knew was selfish, possessive, merciless.  Seeing LINGLING kneel down because of her made her question if she really knew LINGLING KWONG.
 
"I'll Do Everything Just To Prove You That You're Not Just A Toy To Play For Me, To Prove To You That You're ORM KORNNAPHAT SETHRATTANAPONG, The Woman I Will love, The Woman I Will protect."  LINGLING said, her voice calm and soft, trying to prove that she was telling the truth, that she had changed.
 
“Okay Enough the drama, Stand Up LINGLING,” WIN commanded LINGLING, as LINGLING obeyed him.  He enjoyed the power he held over her, the way she cowered before him.
 
"ORM KORNNAPHAT, Don’t you want to see her suffer? I’ll make her suffer for you,” WIN said, his voice dripping with a chilling malice, his laughter echoing through the cavernous space.  He reveled in the fear he instilled in them, the power he wielded.
 
LINGLING's eyes narrowed, her gaze fixed on WIN.  She was not one to be manipulated, to be controlled.  She had faced down enemies before, and she would not be defeated now.
 
She glanced at ORM, a silent promise passing between them.  She would not let WIN win.  She would not let him hurts ORM. 
 
This was a game of life and death, and the stakes had never been higher.
 
TO BE CONTINUED...