The night had gone about as she'd expected. Jumin had picked everything out, although he did keep his word about letting her choose what to order. It wasn't what she wanted, what she most wanted were things he would never let her eat, and instead of risking his ire once more, she ordered only what she thought he might want her to have instead. It had gone surprisingly well, he hadn't once looked even a little upset or suspicious of her, but it didn't give her any hope. She knew that he would just as soon lock her away again if he thought she was anything short of obedient to his wishes. Tonight had to end as well as it could, she had to stay out of the cage, that was the one thing that would make any sort of attempt to rescue her impossible, since he always carried the key, and to her knowledge, there was no spare. His hand rested on her lower back as he led her to his room, gently pushing her back on the bed, staring down at her in a way that made her feel more like an object he was examining for flaws, anything that might upset his desire for perfection.

His fingers curled under his tie, pulling it off, tossing it to the side. He said nothing at first, unbuttoning his shirt slowly and carefully. This might not have been so bad if he had taken as much care with her as he did with his attire, and her attempts to be kind and understanding had been the thing that put her at his mercy, little more than a toy he might eventually tire of, if she was lucky. He didn't break his eye contact, even as he started on his belt, cocking his head to the side curiously.

"Why don't you get comfortable. This is what you asked for, I thought you'd be happier." he observed quietly.

It occurred to her that she must have accidentally matched her expression to the way she felt, hastily forcing a smile. She expected him to be upset by that lapse, but instead, he almost looked relieved, like he was genuinely concerned, but again, she knew better. He was used to getting what he wanted, regardless of what others wanted, and now, what he wanted was her, and he wouldn't be satisfied if she didn't at least appear to want that as well. He stretched out next to her expectantly, one brow lofted as though he were waiting for something. Fighting back the urge to sigh in complaint, she turned to face him, his lips immediately on hers, a hand resting on the back of her neck to keep her from pulling away. She hated this, it no longer felt right, there was no feeling to it, and yet, she couldn't fight that it was enjoyable, the part she hated more than his unfeeling touch. Even without actual relationship experience, he knew exactly what he was doing, and how best to achieve the results he desired. He broke the kiss, but didn't pull away from her, speaking against her lips.

"Aren't you sad? You could have had this all along, but you wanted to run away from me. Haven't I proven myself yet? I've told you, I love you, we're in love, nothing you can do will change my mind, I'll always be here for you…" he told her.

Jumin expected her gratitude, to be thankful that he cared enough to stay at her side, to devote himself entirely to her, but she couldn't be happy about this, it didn't feel like love. Just a little longer. Hold on a little while longer. He said he'll come for you…Those thoughts kept repeating in her mind, giving her the strength to keep up the act.

"I'm sorry. I haven't been treating you very kindly lately…" she sighed.

"That's all I wanted to hear." he began. His fingers danced along her thigh before he pulled her leg around his waist, seeking out her ear. "Remember...you must be quiet, the guards are still outside, and your voice is only mine, I don't want them to hear you…"

She didn't mind the jealousy initially. It felt good to know she was wanted enough for someone to want to be with her in such a strong way. It felt like forever was a real possibility, but now, hearing that made her stomach twist into tight knots. She gasped, his mouth hot against her neck, called away from her bitter thoughts, momentarily enjoying it, until he bit, hard enough to draw blood by the warmth pooling on her shoulder. She bit her lip hard, fighting the need to express the pain, knowing he would only become rougher with her if she disobeyed. He let go, seemingly confused as to why she looked like she was in pain, as if he honestly couldn't tell how much it hurt.

"Oh… was I too rough? I'll try to be gentler, you're being so good tonight…" he praised.

Gentle? Was that even a word he should be allowed to use? It was a lie, but one she had to swallow. When she was sure her voice was stable enough to reply without whimpering, she chanced it.

"I'm fine, I only want to make you happy." she lied.

He kissed her again, muffling the sounds she would inevitably make when he entered, his thumb brushing the crest of her hip, back up over her side, keeping her to him like even then, he was concerned she'd somehow slip away from him if he was careless. She tasted blood in his mouth, his tongue tracing hers, soft, and warm, but that hint of her blood reminding her that it was anything but loving. Distracted, her eyes scanned the room, for any hint of cameras in here, he had them all over his house, but at the very least, she found herself desperately hoping there weren't any in this room. If there was even a chance she could be seen doing something this shameful, she felt like she would die of embarrassment right there, but then, maybe that wouldn't be so bad. If nothing else, it was still a way to get away from him. There weren't any that she could see, but it had crossed his mind that with as obsessive as he was over her, maybe he had one hidden somewhere anyway.

He pinned her back, hovering over her now, her hands locked in his above her head abruptly, his eyes once more locked on hers, very aware only of the sound of his heavy breathing, the sound of his body meeting hers, a sound that now made her cringe, but she couldn't show it, he expected her to be pleased with this, and knew he never deviated from his plans. There hadn't been a choice but to ask for this, and now, he meant to stay with her like this until morning, as he said he would. Her only hope was that sleep would claim her long before then. She must not have been reacting the way he hoped, his movements harder, faster, like he was upset about the lack of appropriate response. Lying wasn't something she liked to do, but if it kept her safe, she had no choice, right? She wanted to keep an eye on him, to be aware if he meant to try anything dangerous, but she closed them anyway.

"Tell me you belong to me, you're all mine…" he growled.

She held her breath for a few seconds, in an effort to make her words sound breathier, knowing that was what he wanted to hear. The words sounded almost programmed in her mind, something she was supposed to say, and where she might normally have been too shy to say such things, she didn't hesitate now, didn't hold back, anything to keep him happy, though the reasons had become less sincere.

"I'm all yours, I belong to only you…" she panted quietly.

"Good girl, you're all mine. Your body, your words, these are only mine…" he reminded her.

It certainly seemed that way, and even if she did escape, that didn't guarantee he would never find her again. Part of her figured it might even be better to resign herself to this being her life, just in case it was impossible. She lost track of how long had gone by, before he finally let up, forcing another smile when all she wanted was to express how upset she was, the warmth she felt telling her everything he neglected to say. He was marking her, trying to show her that he meant to do anything to keep her with him. Normally, he rested for a bit before he would start again, but tonight, he sat back up, searching in his coat for something. He gripped her ankle, drawing it over his lap, cold metal closing around it after a bit. Glancing down at it, her mind too full to process anything. She didn't need his explanation, she knew exactly what it was and what the intent for it was.

"I think you can stay out of the cage, but I'm not sure that you won't try again. I don't know what it will take to keep you happy…" he said, his fingers following the curve of the device. "Are you disappointed because it's been this long and I haven't given you a ring yet? Maybe I should…" he paused again, returning back to her side, running his fingers through her hair. "This will make sure you don't get too far from my sight again. It has a tracking chip in it, so if you do get away, I'll be able to find you. Although...you might not want to. Not just because you love me, but because…"

He stole a quick kiss, nibbling her lip gently. "If you get more than twenty feet from the penthouse...it will shock you. It will be incredibly painful, and I don't want that. Oh...but twenty feet is quite far, you can still wander the building, and even go outside a little bit, I care about your feelings…"

That was a lie, if he actually cared about how she felt, he would never have thought to put such a thing on her, would never have had a problem with her going back to the apartment for just a day, and wouldn't feel the need to treat her like this. Jumin thought this was being generous? His sense of generosity was as twisted as he was. Kissing her again, he smiled.

"You've had a bit to rest, are you ready?" he asked.

Swallowing slightly, she nodded, unsure if she could answer properly without wanting to scream in frustration. "Yes, my love…"

"That's my girl…" he purred.

She smiled genuinely this time, not because of him, but because it suddenly crossed her mind how badly she wished he had actually gone through with marrying Sarah. Then it would be her struggling like this instead of her, she could have come to her senses and tried to…

Huh...It never actually occurred to her, but now that she thought of it, it felt like an epiphany. She loved Zen, the care she showed for him wasn't merely friendly interaction, she had hoped he might feel the same. When she was sure he didn't, that was what drove her to Jumin. He had been changing, and it seemed like it was for her, and the idea that Zen perhaps only cared out of concern for a friend...well, maybe she should have tried to ask. Even if it wouldn't go anywhere, she had no choice but to be honest, if he did manage to save her from this, she swore she would tell him the truth.

"Just focus on me, I'll take care of you." he told her.