Taemin is a quiet and shy 20 year old. atleast thats what he remembers.

  Having been kidnapped by a group of human trafficers, taemin struggles to appease his keeper in order to prevent from gettin sold.

      Jonghyun is a hard headed, short tempered, 24 year old trafficer. The boss of five men who make a living kidnapping young men, then selling them. Striking a deal, jonghyun agrees not to sell taemin as long as he agrees to belong to him. as a slave of course.

    What happenes when prey falls in love with the predator?

    having forgotten his entire past due to shock, taemin lives everyday unsure of his past, and unsure if the one he loves should be the one he hates.

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     Where was I?

      It was hard to believe darkness could be this penetrating. For a while, My eyes struggled to focus on what wasn't there. My head ached and I allowed my eyes to close. The steady hum of an engine, accompanied by my constant chattering teeth were the only sound i could hear. And by the way I was jostled ever so often I could tell I was in the back of a van. 

    I constantly struggled with the bindings around my wrists, which were tied behind my back, in some hopes of breaking free, or atleast loosening them from their tight grip. But with every movement i made, the metal wires only dug deeper into my skin. The searing pain had become so un-bearable, i eventually had to stop, allowing myself to just lay there, eyes heavy, feelings drained.

    Occasionally i'd let my mind wander. What day is it? What time is it? But everytime i tried to reach into the back of my mind for the answers, To the day of my kidnapping, something in me pushed it farther back. As time went on i just stopped thinking. I couldn't afford to scare myself with thoughts of whether or not i was going to die. Those thoughts were best kept hidden. Of course i tried to call out. Something. anything. But my throat was dry. And all that escaped my lips were small whispers. I was thirsty. So soon enough i abandoned that idea.

    I couldn't tell the difference between hours, minutes, days. But soon i became drowsy and soon did i drift in and out of sleep, unable to concentrate on anything but the warmth of unconsciousness.