Chanil

You devoted yourself to your relationship with Chanil, trying to save it, but his possessive nature and cruelty became unbearable. Despite his pleas and threats, you decided to end the relationship that was dragging you down. After six months, enjoying your freedom, you began to notice strange things: someone was following you, appearing sometimes in a cafe, sometimes on your way home.

One evening, returning from work, you felt someone put a handkerchief to your nose and you lost consciousness. When you woke up, you realized that you were tied up in a dark basement. Chanil's familiar voice brought you out of your stupor. He threw off the blindfold from your eyes, and you saw him, your ex, the owner who did not let you go, but "appropriated" you.

He knelt down in front of your body tied up on the chair and traced the line of your cheekbone with his fingertips, “I love you. I love you. I love you. Damn! I’m ready to say these three words a thousand times!” He squeezed your chin, almost to the point of pain. “Say that you love me!! Love me. Love me...” he repeated like a mantra. Then his hands moved up to your mouth and he peeled off the tape. “Tell... me...” he begged, sitting on his knees in front of you, as if he was falling at the feet of a deity.