I Was Kidnapped By a Yandere Writer

Chapter 24

Dokyun heart was beating fast. His mood had soared to the highest since he was imprisoned here. The joy that constantly rose in him drew a big smile on his face as he walked.

Fuck Yes! Yes! Thats my chance.

Words expressing joy poured out from his open mouth continuously

Fuck that bitch

Tears trickled down Dokyuns face. Feeling a sense of embarrassment and happiness together, he raised his hand and covered his face. He had to calm down. He didnt have time to be like this. Without knowing how long that womans going out would take, He had to calm down and find a way to get out of here as quickly as possible.

Dokyun looked at the two keys in his hand.

First, the key with a diamond-shaped handle. It was the key to the collar around his neck. There was no doubt because he had clearly seen her take it out while locking the padlock, so there was no mistake.

And the other key. It was a key with a handle in the shape of a clover with three overlapping circles.

What kind of key is this?

Dokyun thought he had to steal the keys quickly, so he took it out as soon as he got it, but he had no idea where it was used.

What was certain was that this was neither the key to the handcuffs nor the key to the kitchen table.

Hmm

If he thought about it logically, this key was either the key to another restraint that had not yet been put on him or it was a key to one of the rooms in this house.

Dokyun, who continued to ponder, shook his head to shake off his thoughts about the key.

For now, lets put this aside.

First, he had to release the collar around his neck.

After finishing his thoughts, Dokyun took the diamond-shaped key and brought it to his neck. He inserted it into the lock that had been holding the collar in place and turned it to the right.

Click!

After a small unlocking sound, the lock that had been holding the collar in place fell off, and the collar that had been wrapped around Dokyuns neck came off.

Dokyun gently rubbed his neck where the collar had been removed.

Oh

It was awkward. While he was here, he hadnt always worn this collar, and even though he still had handcuffs on his hands, he felt a strange sensation as if one thing restricting his actions had been removed.

He took a step forward. He had never walked around here on his own will, so every step he took on the ground set his heart on fire with an unfamiliar joy.

Of course, it was natural to walk by ones own will, but he felt grateful from the bottom of his heart. The stained emotions that simmered inside him were trying to swallow his body again.

Ah I need to come to my senses.

He was lost in thought. He had to learn something about this house before that woman came back.

Dokyun walked slowly and looked around the living room. There was a front door with a reverse lock that requires a password to open it from the inside. There was also a window leading to a balcony, which was covered with insulating tape so he couldnt see outside.

The front door was hopeless. The only way to go was through the window. Dokyun quickly walked towards the direction where the window was. Soon, he approached the window and reached out to wipe it.

Is it taped from the outside?

He wanted to take off the tape and see the view outside, but he couldnt feel anything in his hand, making him wonder if the tape had been attached from the outside.

Creak!

He tried to push the window aside with force, but a latch stuck in the seam prevented it from opening.

I expected it, but

He was frustrated. All the easy ways out were blocked. Probably, he wont be able to escape today. He didnt think it would be easy to escape, but the bitter feeling that came when his worries became a reality was unbearable.

Dokyun, who felt his body sag from the bitter energy that had come unwittingly, slapped his cheek and shake off his gloomy thoughts, then began to explore the house again after clearing his mind.

The next place to check.

Dokyuns head turned toward the direction of the sofa in the living room. The corridor that turned inside, it was the direction where her studio was located which he had not yet explored.

Escape was still an early story. If so, he had to find something that could be a clue. For example, He had to find out the password for the front door that she had input before leaving.

Eight digits.

The only thing that immediately came to his mind was the date of birth. Usually, passwords were hardwired into your brain or used numbers that were easy to recall. The question was, whose date of birth was it? Right now, he didnt even know how old that woman was or what day she was born.

His face involuntarily frowned, and rough words burst out of his mouth.

It hurts

There were so many things he needed to find out right now, and it was too short a time to get to know them all.

The first things to find are picture frames and notes.

Those were certainly clues. He had to find them. The most likely place where they would be was her studio. He had to search there.

After thinking about it, Dokyun moved his body and headed for the hallway, which had not been within his field of view until the day before. A structure that folds into the back of the living room. Soon after, he entered the hallway and scanned the scene in front of him.

Three.

At the back of the hallway were three doors. Her studio would be in one of them.

First, he approached the door on the far right. He grabbed the handle and tried to move it.

-Clunk!

Is it locked

The door did not open. He tried to insert the key he had into the handle, wondering if it was the key to this room, but the key didnt fit. So it was a door that couldnt be opened right now.

Next, he turned around and opened the door right behind him.

-Click!

With the clear sound of the latch being released, the door opened. Unlike the previous door, this one wasnt locked. As the door slowly opened, Dokyun felt a sense of tension, thinking that he was about to enter a new space that he hadnt checked yet.

A dressing room?

It was a small room about the same size as the one where he first woke up and still sleeps. It was a room filled with clothes packed into closets on both sides. While checking the inside of the room, Dokyun thought of an absurd idea about this room that was full of tension.

Looks like she has a lot of money.

The interior of the house was expected to be spacious, but it seemed that she filled one room with clothes to use as a dressing room, she must be pretty wealthy. Moving his steps, Dokyun stepped into the closet and checked behind the clothes, wondering if there was anything hidden behind them.

Theres nothing particularly special about it.

Dokyun understood why each and every piece of clothing looked insanely expensive. The material of the fabric that touched his hand and the design of each piece of clothing were like something one would find in a luxury shop. Watching it, he felt his anger and frustration rising once again

Fuck with this much money

Why the hell did Eun-ah kidnap him? If she had just come with a bundle of money and asked him to marry her, he would have accepted with gratitude even if he had to live the rest of his life as a foot wiper, he would have agreed while hammering.

Fucking bitch.

She just didnt know how much he loved money. His lifelong wish was to spend money on underrated work and support authors. He wondered if he shouldnt have been a little more careful and approached her cautiously.

Whoa

In the midst of pouring out his anger, a sigh escaped from his mouth. Well, if that was the case, he wouldnt have been like this. After checking inside the room while suppressing his anger, Dokyun concluded that he had nothing to gain from this room and left the room.

After leaving the room, Dokyuns head turned to the left. There was still one room left that hasnt been checked yet. Since this room was a dressing room, the studio must be either the locked room from before or that room. He moved his steps towards the innermost room and grabbed the handle.

-Click!

The door was locked again. Dokyun took out his key and inserted it into the keyhole. The key slipped smoothly into the keyhole.

At least it fits.

His palms were sweating. After taking a deep breath, Dokyun turned the key to the left.

-Clunk!

Its open!

The door opened. His heart pounded loudly with a thumping sound that could be heard. Since the door was locked, there must be something inside that could be used as a clue.

Dokyun turned the doorknob and entered the room, hoping that there would be something inside that could be used as a clue.

Its dark

It was a room with the lights off. Dokyun reached for the light switch with his hand on the wall. Before long, he felt something caught in his hand and pressed hard on the protruding part.

Flash!

Ah! My eyes!

The light that burst in an instant hit Dokyuns eyeballs violently. he closed his eyes tightly to drive away the spreading pain little by little, then lifted his eyelids and slowly focused his vision.

Soon, a room larger than the bedroom and the dressing room combined came into focus in Dokyuns eyes, which were now completely focused.

A Study room or library?

What Dokyun saw was a library filled with books, surrounded by high bookshelves that reached the ceiling. He walked step by step, examining the books on the walls of the library.

Why are there so many types of books?

From the humanities, society, and science to philosophy, fantasy, and even martial arts. There were numerous books of all genres and ages, from well-known books that Dokyun knew to strange books whose names he had never even heard of in his life.

It was such an overwhelming sight that he momentarily forgot the situation he was in, being trapped.

If its here

With so many books, there must be clues somewhere among them. Thinking so, Dokyun moved to the far end of the room and from there slowly looked at the books.

While flipping through books one by one, looking for something that could be a clue, Dokyun found one commonality among all the books he had confirmed.

There are signs of being read.

All of the books Dokyun checked had traces of being read to the end at least once. Some of them must have been read quite a few times, and there were also books that had fingerprints on them.

Maybe there are books I havent checked yet.

Hundreds of books in this room were not decorative, but ones that had already been read.

Thinking of that, Dokyun couldnt help but admire.

This is overwhelming.

Whether it was the woman who read all these books or her parents, or someone else, if they had read all the books here, they must have been so obsessed with books that they would have been nauseated.

His head instinctively tilted. After expressing his thoughts on the overwhelming space, Dokyun turned back and began to explore the bookshelves again.

After a While.

Eh.

Dokyun saw a very familiar and welcoming book in his sight. Without even realizing it, his hand reached out for the book involuntarily and held it.

[The Rusty Sword and the Grave of the Hummingbird]

It was a fantasy novel that had been out for more than ten years. It was the novel that introduced Dokyun to genre fiction.

It was a book that captivated Dokyun with its elegant style, lyrical story, and even mulberry suitable for fantasy. Looking at the cover of the book, he suddenly felt a sense of nostalgia welling up.

Wow, nice to see you here.

Dokyun, who had been scanning the surface of the book with his hand, opened it and skimmed through the contents. It was very smooth to turn the pages with a lot of hand grime on them.

It seems like she had read it way too much.

Certainly, it was considered a masterpiece among fantasy books. Since he alone had perused this book over five times. Lost in thought, he briefly skimmed through the book and then recalled his purpose for being there, so he put the book away and started looking at the next one.

At that moment, a faded notebook hidden behind the book caught Dokyuns eye.

?

It was clearly something that had been hidden by someone. Hurriedly reaching for the notebook, Dokyun wondered if he had finally found a clue. He scanned the cover of the notebook he had picked up.

A diary?

It was a notebook with the word diary written in large letters on the upper right. The notebook with a unicorn and a fairy tale princess drawn on a pink background must have been used a long time ago, but it was colored bright yellow and the characters were stained mottled.

Its a bicorn and non-virgin.

Perhaps the owner of the diary was that woman. She was the only person in this house, and it was a notebook that could be used by a girl, so it was likely that she was the owner.

Dokyun glanced at the cover for a moment, and then opened the notebook and began to check the contents.

Just have something!

The first page of the unfolded diary. As he read the diary written in crooked letters, Dokyuns expression gradually began to distort.

The first sentence of the opened diary resonated with a very unpleasant feeling.

[I am a bad child.]

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