Have you ever had that experience when you're conscious enough to hear what's going on around you but you're still out of it, somewhere between asleep and awake? Well, that's how it was for me; my sense of hearing came back before anything else. I could hear singing. It was the most beautiful voice I had ever heard, and I immediately recognized it.
Softly, deftly, music shall surround you ... Feel it, hear it, closing in around you ... Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind, in this darkness which you know you cannot fight - the darkness of the music of the night ...
Let your mind start a journey through a strange new world! Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before! Let your soul take you where you long to be! Only then can you belong to me ...
As soon as my mind processed what I was hearing and recognized the voice, I jolted upright in bed convinced that I had dreamt my whole nighttime escapade and was once more waking up from a nightmare.
But I quickly realized that I wasn't in my own bed, I wasn't even in my own bedroom. The first thing that hit me was the cold. It was freezing; my body was covered in goosebumps. Then I noticed that my hands and feet were bound. My hands were handcuffed together above my head and my feet were tied together by rope. I didn't allow myself to take in the room around me, I immediately began to struggle with the handcuffs pulling and yanking, trying to slide my hands out of them, and cutting my wrists in the process.
Finally, I stopped when I felt the searing pain in my wrists from where they were cut and scraped. Only then did I allow myself to look around the room that I was in. I was in a giant cavern but there were red velvet drapes hanging from the walls and beautiful Persian carpets on the stone floors. There were dozens of small chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. But the most amazing thing was the giant organ built right into the back wall of the cavern. I quickly realized where I was; I had somehow ended up on the other bank of the lake.
I couldn't figure out how I had ended up there. First I considered the fact that maybe I had been sleepwalking. But, that more than likely would have ended with me stumbling into the lake, not somehow ending up tied up on the other side of it.
Now that I was fully awake and the last remnants of sleep had faded from my mind, I realized that near the organ there was an arched doorway that led into what looked like a bedroom, and besides that doorway there were stairs. In an instant, I remembered the singing that I had heard. Someone had brought me down here and tied me to this pillar.
With this realization came fear. I began pulling and tugging on the handcuffs again, trying to pull them off the hook. I would jump into the lake handcuffed if I had to. I'd rather drown than be tortured or worse. But, no matter how hard I tried I couldn't get the handcuffs to come off the hook. By this time my wrists were bleeding so much that the blood was streaming down my arms. But, I didn't care, I ignored the pain… I had to get away.
All of a sudden I heard a voice and it stopped me dead. It was the same voice I had heard singing, the same voice I had been hearing for weeks, for years... it was his voice.
There was a war going on inside of me. Immediately this swell of hope-filled me before logic and reality took over and I knew that it couldn't be, it was impossible. My mind had to be playing tricks on me, it was projecting Jungkook's voice onto whoever this was. Or maybe, maybe I really was crazy and was imagining all of this.
But then out of the shadows stepped a man and I immediately reeled back against the column as if I had been hit. I was pretty sure that I was going to pass out. He had a pale white mask on the right side of his face but even still I would recognize that face, those big doe eyes anywhere.
My eyes roamed every inch of his body, drinking him in desperately like someone finding water after being lost in the desert. He had gotten taller, was thinner, and had lost some of his muscle tone. His hair was longer than I had ever seen it and was slicked back. He wore black slacks and a white button-up dress shirt. I couldn't help but stare and stare.
This couldn't be real, this couldn't actually be happening. But the throbbing pain in my wrists and the blood trickling down my arms told me that it was. Jeon Jungkook wasn't dead, he was standing right in front of me.
But he was different. This wasn't the cute, soft baby who stole the hearts of ARMYS all over the world. This was Jungkook's magnificent stage presence turned up to a thousand. He had this… aura of confidence about him.
He said something as he stepped further into the room but I was so busy studying him and trying to process what I was seeing that I didn't catch his words. He must have realized this from the blank look on my face because he spoke again.
And in perfect, beautiful French said "If you keep pulling on those cuffs that way you'll bleed to death." He said this as he walked over standing in front of me.
"I wouldn't be very happy if that happened, after all I won't be able to have very much fun with you if you're dead." He said looking down at me with a devilish smile on his face…..
