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@Jongsuk It was harder and harder to concentrate for the girl, how he took his time to caress her skin, stirring up sensations her body had never felt before. Yerim let out an almost inaudible whimper when he bit down onto the base of her neck, tilting her head backwards trying to pull away in futility. Sure, she had been touched in inappropriate places way too many times by disgusting men, but all those times she could retaliate and made sure they go no further. This time, was the very very first time, her pale skin was marked with a purplish bruise, and it was by none other than the man that kidnapped her. She felt as if her body is going crazy when her glide the tip of his tongue over the spot he just bit and , giving the girl a real hard time to shut from making any unnecessary noise.

A soft groan escaped her lips at his words, in which she replied a little too brainlessly, "B-But I didn't mean me, I mean, why would you defile yourself by taking my body..?" Yerim's breath hitched when his fingers starts to travel along her inner thighs, making her attempt to press her legs together thighter. However, the soft kisses he trails along her chest was making her knees weaker by the seconds, "W-Wait.. I mean.. n-no.. Like as if I'll believe you'll let me go if I was obedie- a-ahhhhhh..." Her heart started beating faster as betrayed her and let out that damned moan when his fingers moved over her clothed slit, shutting her eyes tightly. "D-Damn you.. Damn you Jongsuk.. You bastard.. you ing bastard! L-Let me.. let me go!"

@Jongsuk The girl heard him loud and clear alright, and as much as she was trembling terribly from his threats, it took her much self control to not scream back at him saying that "There's more worth to me than to be dead". Yerim froze from head to toe when the man started approaching her, climbing onto the bed that she was held immobile in. She had wanted to kick, to struggle, but then her limbs wouldn't even listen to her anymore and stayed paralysed. Slowly but certainly, the man hovered over her with his face so close to her that she held on to her breath unconsciously while trying to lean away from him as much as possible. Her eyes widen as she felt her body starting to burn as he blew warm air onto her lips, an unexpected reaction for the gisaeng who literally push all her male customers away. Of course, it was not like she could push him away anyway, with her hands above her head, her lips so closed to his that if she even breathe, they would have touched.

A soft gasp can't help but escaped from her thin lips when soft feather-light touches was felt on her milky skin, which immediately made her bite down harder onto them as a form of punishment to herself. How dare her body even react to his touches? She pressed her eyelids shut completely when the man started trailing kisses down her neck, trying to hold in the moans that were already prepared to roll off the tip of her tongue. It was either the air got thinner or her breathing got heavier, but her mind had already went fuzzy at Jongsuk's question, his nibbling on her collarbone not helping her think better at all. "W-When did I even s-say that! I-I'm not a v-!" Blatantly lying to hope that he wouldn't want to "consume an used item", Yerim's eyes flew opened and stared at him with the last string of pride in her, "to be obedient and let you break me down in peace, I'll rather give you a hard time trying to break a vase so stubborn it refuses to be broken!"

@Jongsuk Despite trying to be defiant, Yerim couldn't help but let out a soft whimper when he tighten his hold on her hair, pulling them to their limit. His question literally sent a shiver down her spine, because heck, she was a hundred percent sure that he's more than capable to do that. He loses nothing if he ever choose to end her life; just like how nobody out there will care if she's kidnapped, not a soul would know that she's dead. Now that her life is on the line, the gisaeng wouldn't dare to talk /too/ much, knowing that her words will just bring her a step closer to the bullet. A groan was heard when Jongsuk spun her around, her eyes shut tightly as she gave a really timid whine, "but I did nothing wrong..w-why would you kill me..?" Her eyes flew open by what he said next, and even before she could give a reaction, Yerim was dragged out of the messy room into one further down the hallway. Very soon after, his men arrived and his next orders were given: Handcuff her wrist to the bed and tie her ankles together. Glaring at what the men were holding in disbelief, she tried to struggle from their strong and firm grip as they dragged her towards the bed."Y-You b-b-bastards! Let me g- Let me go! Stop! LET ME GO!" Her panicked stutters was soon replaced by rebellious screams as the men effortlessly cuffed both her hands to the bed's headboard. No matter how much she kicked for freedom, they still managed to bound her ankles together. Unable to do anything to the fact that her night gown was raked all the way up, revealing her milky thighs and tummy as well as her plain undergarment, Yerim still tried to struggle and continue her redundant calls for help as the men stepped away to leave the room. Breathing heavily as she tried to catch up with the lost of energy, Yerim's rebellious streak was nearing its limit knowing that she could do nothing to retaliate. His question made her bit down hard onto her lips, just so to not let him be aware of how badly its trembling in fear. Holding on to that last bit of defiance, Yerim tried to put up a strong front despite being a complete . "Y-You wouldn't..you won't gain anything f-from doing that..I'm a g-gisaeng remember? Why would anyone want to defile themselves b-by.. y-you know.."

@Jongsuk Covering her ears behind her palm as she curled herself up at the corner of the closet, Yerim cursed her luck and awaited her punishment. However, after a few moment of silence, she wondered if it's because that the room are soundproof, that nobody was budging in. Slowly she removed her hands beside her ears, and took in a deep breath, realising that she had forgotten to breath. Just when she thought that she's still safe tonight, the sound of the opened door made her let out a soft gasp. Did she not lock the doors, or he already had the keys prepared. She jumped in fear, trying to hide herself deeper into the sea of his clothes when the loud bang of the washroom door was heard. He's angry. . He's angry. The gisaeng felt her soul left her when the closet door burst open, and there stood the man, clearly enraged staring straight at her with merciless eyes. She didn't even have the strength or time to realised that he's topless, before she was dragged out ruthlessly. The previous tenderness was long gone as he pinned her against the wall like she was nothing but a ragged doll. His menacing words went shiver down her spine as she couldn't help but be in fear. Wincing in pain from both the way he held her wrist, and how he yanked her hair back, she stuttered in a voice so small to try to cease his anger, "I-It was an accident.. I d-didn't mean to bre- the vase f-fell on its o-own-"
Even with nothing but fear and desperation seeping in her bones, Yerim wondered what got into her as she remembered she had a story to sell. She was the devil's child, remember? Disregarding the fact that by talking back to him could mean her instant death, she just wanted to try her luck, and who knows, he might really let her go. "I-I told you I was bad luck! Just.." she groaned softly as she felt his fist tightened in her hair, but it didn't deter her from continuing. "Just sent me away, I'm nothing but trouble.. just let me go.. and then nothing like this will happen anymore..I will just be a cursed being lifted from you if you send me off.." She was defenceless against his hold so strong, but that rebellious streak in her was never-ending. Pain is, and will always be, something she can bear, as long as she can convince him, no matter how ridiculous her argument, she wouldn't mind all the pain he'll put her through.

@Jongsuk Yerim's eyes brighten up at the sight of the bottle of water, accepting it almost immediately without thinking twice. Mustering all the strength she could gathered to open the the cap, she groaned when it didn't work. The gisaeng then bit her lips and clenched her eyes shut as yet again try to open the bottle, and a sigh of relief was heard when she manage to spin the cap away. She let the water run down in satisfaction, with doubts of it being spiked to come in later. Still, it would have been weird for a man to keep spiked water bottles in his own room, it just didn't made sense. Yerim didn't like how he's demanding her to do the things where she already planned to do, she was dead tired, but the fact that he asked her to go to bed, made her not want to go to bed. Once contented with the amount of water that replenished her, she close the cap backed and stared at him with caution. Her lips twitched slightly as a smirk threaten to creep up her face, if the man was not planning to stay in here, it simply means that there will be no eyes looking at her and stop her from what she planned to do. Yerim donned an innocent look and nodded at his instructions, making sure to be the least suspicious. She might not leave the room tonight, since the fact that his men are still outside was still valid, but that didn't mean that she couldn't explore his room. The smirk on her face took over her innocent smile when he faced his back at her, the gisaeng then did a mocking wave behind his back. Once he was out of the room, Yerim counted to 5 before stumbling towards the door and attempts to lock it, fumbling a little as she didn't really know how to lock up the room. After hearing a click, she tried the door and punched her fist in the air triumphantly. She's essentially locked in, but at least she'll be save for tonight. Quickly making her way to his desk, he starts to look through his belongings. Papers, books, clothes.. where are the weapons, and perhaps even the blueprint of the manor if she's lucky? Searching high and low, she came across these few drawers that are unfortunately, locked. Glancing around for the keys potentially, she forgot to keep her hands close to herself and accidentally knocked down the stack of papers on his table. With a loud gasp, she panicked for a moment before bending down to pick up the papers, only to knocked over the vase with her . The loud shattering of the vase was like the sound of a triggered pull. And yes, she felt that the gun was pointing towards her head. Dead. Baek Yerim is dead. Anxiety seeped through her body as she did the dumbest thing she could ever do, which was rushing to his closet and hiding inside. The ostrich logic. As long as she couldn't be seen, he won't do anything to her, or so she believed.

@Jongsuk Yerim growled at him semi consciously, she was not use to be commanded, and definitely not use to obeying. Still, his glare made her not want to push her luck further, so she just pursed her lips to the side and sulked. She didn't like having the tape over her lips, especially for the fact that she's just really thirsty right now. When he tightened his hold on her hand, she looked up at him to meet his gaze, like a girl being lectured by her dad for being stubborn. "That doesn't s-stop me from having my r-rights to speak.." Yerim hissed and pouted, she didn't like how he's using his authority as the owner of the house over her. Well she definitely did not choose to be over here, but now she's bounded by his rules unconditionally. "Ah." Yerim tilted her head backwards at his push, lightly bumping her head on the mirrored wall and jutted out her bottom lips in defiance. "That's uncalled for you j-" Yerim caught her tongue before she said anything that would jeopardize her current situation even further. They let silent consumed them as he continue tending to her wounds, she watched him carefully at his every action. His brows furrowed ever so slightly every now and then, and he did it so carefully and professionally with much ease. It surprised Yerim how a man like him can be so delicate. When he was finally done, she ran her tongue across her lips again to damp it slightly, it seems like her chances of drinking the tap water had shrunk again. It's strange how she is getting familiar with his arms around her, when he carried her, putting her wherever he pleases. When he once again put his arms around her, she rested her hands on his chest for balance, only to unconsciously recognizing toned it is. She raised her brows slightly as he opened the door for her, now all her dreams and hopes of staying in were shattered, together with her impression that guys will never ever this gentlemanly to girls, at least to a Gisaeng. She shuffled her way out awkwardly, fixing her glance at some strange spot on the ground in the middle of his room. Stopping a meter away from the bathroom door, she scratched her cheeks awkwardly, unsure of what should she do now. Go to bed? That just didn't make sense to her. She had never shared a bed with a man before, at least through the night. Glancing at what seems like a closet, she wonder if she should just run in and hide inside, unless it couldn't fit two..right?

@Jongsuk Yerim opened to say something as she was dragged towards the washroom, but closing them soon after knowing that all is useless. This wasn't what she had expected, so she thought that he'll leave her alone, let her do whatever she pleased since why should he bother about her wounds. Her eyes widen at the sight of his washroom, it was unnecessarily huge, and she really wouldn't mind sleeping in her, like how she had planned earlier. Her awed for the washroom made her unaware of the fact that he just shut the door behind them. She only let her focus go back to him when he pulled back over the counter. She gasped as he hoisted her up and set her on the counter, and for a moment she felt like a child being taken care of. He'll treat her? She stared at him in disbelief at his words, why would he treat her? For the years in her life, there was not even once where her wounds are treated, at least not minor ones such as these. She watched him blankly as he reached for all the ointment and wipes, strangely fascinated by his movements. Why is he being nice now? She let her gaze follow his actions as he picked up her wrist in his palms, which are significantly bigger than hers. Yerim bit down on her lips as he disinfect her wounds, making sure not to let out any winces or whimpers. "A-aren't you suppose to be b-busy..?" Yerim let her horse voice sound carefully in the silent area, eyes never leaving her own wrist which was under his care. His gentleness was unexpected, especially with someone of such high authority, but Yerim refused to let herself be lured in. "I-I.. I can clean them up myself.. you.. you should go erm.. do your stuff.." she said softly, slowly trying to tug her wrist away from him. Partially for the fact that she had a plan to lock herself in, and partially for the fact that her cheeks might betray her if she let him continue being so gentle to her, something the men in the Gisaeng house would never be.

@Jongsuk Just a few more steps and she would have reached the door, but seriously, what was she even expecting? Wincing softly when she was slammed against the wall, she fluttered her eyes close for a short moment as she drifted in and out of conscious slightly. She slowly shifted her gaze back up at him hesitantly, but the spark of defiance still present in her orbs. His hold on her shoulder proved how much stronger he was than she is, especially when she's at her current state. The way he towered over her was intimidating, but Yerim was just that stubborn child that will never learn until she feels the pain and sees the blood. However, how she was d earlier on during their transaction made her realised that it was the truth. She will get if she stepped out of this room, furthermore, if this man had wanted to do something with her, he would already have.

Yerim had been known to drive people crazy with her attitude and behaviour, she knows that once people loses their cool, it makes them less rational and the probability of her getting what she wanted would be higher. Disregarding the fact that she was really afraid that he'll throw her out, Yerim had no intention to be obedient. This man can't possibly make her.. or can he? Diverting her gaze from his glaring eyes that stared right through her souls, Yerim try to change the subject. If she couldn't fight him tonight, she should at least stay away from him. "W-washroom.." she mumbled softly, Yerim had came to realised that at least, if she locked herself up in the washroom, he wouldn't be able to do anything to her for the night. Also for the fact that was as dry as the Sahara desert, even tap water would have been fine for her. "I-I.. wanted to wash up my wounds.." she blurted out even before it went through her brain, though in all honesty her wounds were the last thing on her mind now. It was totally not her style to play the pity card, but what can she do now if that could be the only way to get things done her way.

@Jongsuk The tone in his voice suggested that his final statement would be the end of the argument, which Yerim had no intention of suggest otherwise. She was waiting for him to ask his men to drag her away or something, and she would have to brace herself for some kind of torture, physically, mentally or emotionally. His next instruction surprised her as she raised an eyebrow at him, he won't be sent to some dungeon that's for sure, but then that didn't mean that she would be much safer. Gripping to the side of her nightdress provided by the gisaeng house in slight nervousness, which was what she was wearing before she was taken, Yerim bit her dry lips softly. He still said he wanted her to do nothing when here he is saying that she would be staying with him tonight. She gasped as he swiftly brought her into his arm, treating her like some soft toy with no particular weight at the ease he was carrying her. Yerim had decided that she should save her strength for later if he'll ever try to do anything strange to her, and simply let him carry her. She took the time to look at him carefully, since she was already at this close proximity with the man. All she could think of what the fact that she had never seen such a young mafia boss with men under him, one that looked so beautiful she even thought that he could really be harmless, like what he had suggested if she was to behave.

Yerim momentarily forgot her current circumstances as she traced his flawless features slowly in her head. She wondered if she would tell that he's just another heartless mafia boss whom kill as he pleases if she were to meet him on the street, or in the gisaeng house. Her thoughts were put on a pause as she was dropped on his bed, bouncing abit unknowingly. She had never been on a bed so soft in her life, and her body threaten to just give in to his commands and sleep right away. All her life she had been sleeping on the floor, with some sort of thin cushion, not that she mind, but it just made his bed feels like heavy. Not forgetting the fact that his duvet actually smells nice, makes it all the more tempting. Still, obedience was never in her dictionary, and as she watched him walked to his desk, she sat up reluctantly and glances around his room. Huge, really huge, and luxurious, and simply extravagant. She saw the stack of paper on his desk and purse her lips to the side with slight curiosity, what's up with a big bad boss buried in stacks of paper. Yerim thought it'll just be all guns, blood and action instead. It might be a stupid move, Yerim couldn't help but wants to leave this place. He might claim otherwise, but being in the same room as a man usually never meant anything innocent. Slowly, she let her feet touch the ground and tried to support her full weight, wincing at the pain that the bruises left her. Disregarding the fact that he was literally watching her actions, she slowly tried to stumble towards the door, holding the side wall as support as she made her way over.

@Jongsuk Yerim let her thoughts process for a short moment before replying, "how would you know that they do not already have a sorcerer in the gang? It doesn't require a whole gang of witchcraft practitioner to catch me, it just take one to hold down my curse and the rest are brute force, regardless, I'm still a girl." She tried her best to keep eye contact with the man, to yet again portray a more confident self, despite the constant shaking of her legs. "The last time I've heard, gangs do pray for amulets and spirits for their protection, it is not something uncommon. I was a gisaeng before I was caught, and you should know that gisaengs know more than they should in everything and anything. As for why was I given a gift.. The effect will always be greater if the curse was place inside out, rather than it being an external attack," Yerim said in a calmer tone, glancing around the rest of his men standing around. From the previous exchange, she know that this man, their boss, is definitely a smart witty . His men are of different age, most of them look older than he is, way older, while there's one or two that still look like kids. Yerim strongly believe that these are not all the men he have, which further diminished her chances of escape.

Crestfallen by his words, and the reality that was in front of her eyes, Yerim couldn't help but rely on the 0.000000000001% hope that she might still be able to escape. She refused to believe that she'll be stuck in this manor for her whole life, at the mercy of a man she had never seen nor heard before. A soft whimper escape her lips as the man move forward to remove the rope from her hands, it definitely hurt more than she would like it to. His constant warning was getting into her, making her want to stop her struggle, to not escape, to not seek freedom. Where can she go when she escape anyway? She has no home, no family, no nothing. The Gisaeng house? She'll not even have a chance to explain her situation and will first get punished for disappearing, then put her back in the risk of sleeping with random men she met for the first time. The way he warned her about his men made her wonder why she didn't have to be wary of him instead. If she didn't try to escape, then where will she be kept in? Some dungeon for prisoners or something? There was this urge in her to stand up and run away immediately when the ropes around her legs are removed, and that's what she did. It didn't even take her one second of standing to collapse back onto the couch, the strength on her legs are all gone. She's tried, either from the fact that it's late at night, or that she had used up too much strength earlier on. She's tired, but how could she even sleep in peace tonight? She's a lamb in the lion's den, one wrong move and she'll be devoured. She had no idea what should she do now, Yerim's free from the ropes, but her will to escape, at least tonight, is almost non-existent. Glancing up at the man tiredly, she spoke with her eyes, in slight desperation: What do you want me to do now?

@Jongsuk Yerim was bracing herself, half expecting a slap across her face, half expecting worst than that. She was always assaulted violently when she sprouted the same nonsense to superstitious old men that was ing over her in the gisaeng house, so she assumes nothing less from the man. To her surprise, he is a man who uses his head before his fist, perhaps, at least to females, at least to her. Still, if he didn't plan to do anything to her, why should he bother keeping her? Plus, what rules and what boundaries? Yerimhad always been a bird that flies free, even when the Gisaeng house is not without discipline. Physical pain was never an issue to her, she believed that she had survived worst, but to be locked in and to obey someone she met for the first time, it'll be difficult. His next question put her off guard, as she quickly think of what to say in return. "B-because.." she started off stuttering, as she turned her head to the other direction and coughed to buy her a little more time. Quickly turning her head back to where she believe he was, though a little off to the left, she let a smile tugged the edge of her lips to appear a little more confident. "My captors must have practised witchcraft, it's nothing hard to catch one of us with the abilities of a high level sorcerer. And why would they do that?" Yerim snickered, forcing out a smirk though she was shaking inevitably, "because whoever that gave me to you, wants you to fail terribly in whatever you're doing. Your empire will crumble and fall, inside out when you keep me with you." In Yerim's head, this seems like a pretty convincing argument, since whoever that made her into a "peace gift" must have not been in peace with the man before her arrival, so it could be possible that she could be of a threat more than a present.

When she heard footsteps shuffling towards her, Yerim instinctively tries to curl herself up for self-protection, dead scared that they will do anything strange with her. A split second later she recalled that they should be afraid of her, instead of the other way round, and planned to start sprouting gibberish nonsense to make her look like she's possessed or something. She had been way too good with all these pretence, the only way she protected her chastity till this age. A small victory grin grew on her lips when she felt hands on her blindfolds, once the man saw her eyes he would be more convinced. Though it's simply a genetic disorder that her eyes were blue and grey on each side, it was way too rare for anyone to have that. When the blinds were finally off her eyes, she squinted her eyes for a good few seconds before gazing around for the main guy she was talking to. Finally widening her eyes to stare at him, wanting to scare him, a cat got her tongue would be an understatement. Most probably a lion instead. Her breath hitched slightly when the man infront of her was nothing like how she imagined. Sure she had met many suave looking men her whole life in the gisaeng, but then, perhaps for the fact that she was unprepared to see such flawless looking one when she was kidnapped, she was rendered speechless. Yerim let her lips pursed together into a line as she leaned backwards unconsciously when he approached her. Like a prey cornered by her predator, she felt like she was in a situation when all wills were lost and she could only hope to die. She could generate a hundred and one nonsensical argument to convince him to let her go, but how would that be helpful to her when her brain was "control-A and deleted" in a split second? Still, Yerim was not one that will swoon over charming men unnecessarily and quickly snapped out of her trance. Biting her lips, she finally left her gaze from his perfect features and did a quick mindless glance around the manor, before starting her futile tugging of the ropes that bounded her hands again. "L-let me go.." her voice came out to be more of a timid squeak, when she saw that her chances of escaping was literally close to zero, or in fact, zero.

@Jongsuk The only thought Yerim had in her head was that she need to struggle, to get out. For the fact that she was blindfolded as well, she had no idea where they were heading to which made her more afraid than she already was. Some warehouse where she'll be sold as a salve? Some house in the middle of nowhere of some e, or some serial killer with some strange . In anyway, how can being kidnapped be a start of something good. She stopped squirming when her chin was grabbed towards a certain direction, breathing heavily from using too much strength with her futile struggle. His words did made her think twice of her actions, whatever he said was the truth, she was at his mercy, but that didn't diminish the fact that she MIGHT still have a chance to escape on her own. Might. Muffling a few curses at him which just sounds like, "MFFHHMM.. mmmmhfmm hhhmm hffmmm..", she sat back properly on the passenger seat uncomfortably as her hands were still behind her back as he pushed her chin away. She was never treated gently before so she didn't think it was much of the deal, but her wrist had already went numb from the robe burn with her constant tugging, she could even feel herself bleeding.

Feeling the car coming to a halt, Yerim contemplate if she should try to run when the car door is open. But who was she trying to kid? Her legs are bounded, she couldn't even see, where on earth can she run to when she wouldn't even know where she is? The most laugh worthy fact was that, nobody would come to rescue her, she had no family, no friends, nobody.. except for one, maybe.. but how would he know that she had disappeared from the gisaeng house? She could only depend on herself, and her wit, and perhaps her luck.

Yerim groaned when she felt herself being lifted from the seat. A little too tired from her previous struggle, she let him carry her in peace, knowing all she could ever achieve from the struggle was for him to drop her, only to pick her up again immediately. Falling onto the couch a little too roughly, she should even thank him from not throwing her on the cold hard floor. She winced softly as the tape was removed from , quickly running her tongue over the parched lips. She listened intently to what he just said, with her eyes still blinded. Although he didn't sound like some old man, voice could be deceiving, and the fact that his men listened to him proves that he should be someone of age. "e.." she spatted at him in disgust, she was way too weak to fight against him, so she could only use , the only thing that was free at the moment. "Sickening bastard, I don't even know what you want to do with me. Just let me go, you wouldn't want anything to do with me. I won't try to escape because," Yerim scoffed smugly, trying her best to hide her fear, and praying hard that he's some old man that believes in ghosts and curses and those nonsense. "I've been known as the demon child, I'm a curse, you'll be cursed when I'm around. Your family, your business your everything will fall because of me. You'll let me go when all that was to happen.. so you should just let me go now, if.. you know.." For all the moments in her life, when she's making this grand speech, her nose starts to itch. Couldn't help it, she bent down and rub her nose slightly on her thigh, before jolting back upright with her serious face again. "What was I sayi- oh, before you get cursed, you should let me go.. you won't get anything out of me anyway!" She didn't like how he said that he'll let his men do what they want with her, because from earlier experience, they won't do anything nice to her..

@Jongsuk Yerim just didn't understand how could she have no say in this particular deal. No matter what she's still a human being, not some item that could be passed around for entertainment. Still, what does she know in the mafia world? Women practically stands for accessories, posing little to no threat for anybody even when they're armed. This was not the first time she's being touched like this, but the first where she could not defend herself. Instead all she can let out were muffled cries and pathetic squirms, until a quiet, but authoritative voice made the man let go of her. Losing her footing momentarily, she stumbled onto the ground, only to be pulled up soon after. Yerim thought she heard a punch, but having her senses blocked she couldn't actually make out anything.

Her bounded legs didn't make it any easier for her to match the guy's long strides, unwillingly leaning on him slightly for support as she dragged her to wherever he had intended to go. Being shoved into the car, she landed face first with s muffle "Oft-", but made a mental note that, hey, she's not shoved into the car boot again. This was actually the perfect chance for her to escape, all she need was to untie her hands and legs, and she'll be able to climb out of his car with ease. Yerim didn't want to alarm the driver, but neither did she want to let him have the impression that he could get anything he wants and started kicking the car. From the feeling of it, she must be on the passenger seat, so without even using her brain first, she dived towards the driver seating, trying to headbutt whoever the man is to make him unconscious. Or so she hoped ideally, as all she did was missed and hit something which she had no idea what, but that didn't stop her from her continuous struggle.

"So what, I belong to you now?" she thought to herself, gritting her teeth behind her tapped lips, "then you better convince me.."

@Jongsuk One minute she was sleeping soundly in the gisaeng house, and the next minute, she was surrounded by nothing but darkness. Yerim was blindfolded, she tried to bring her hands forward to remove the blinds, but realised that her hands were bounded too. Starting to panic, she tried to scream but all that came out was pathetic, muffled voice. Trying to struggle, she realised she was kept in an enclosed area, a car boot maybe? Arms and legs bounded, blindfolded, lips tapped. This could only mean one thing, she's kidnapped. Not too long later, she froze when she heard a clicked and a few men speaking among themselves. A muffled yelped escaped her lips as she was picked up roughly and dragged towards wherever she was brought, was she being sold as a salve, when she was already sold as gisaeng. What's up with her life, being sold multiples by people who don't even own her? She felt herself being pushed forward, stumbling before someone else caught her. "We especially got an exotic one for you, her eyes are beautiful, but fear not, she's brand new, all for your consumption only," a sinister voice spoke and she tried to struggle free from the man's arms, who was essentially touching her in inappropriate places in the midst of this "transaction". Yerim felt helpless, and she was afraid, what is going on with her life, why exactly is happening right now?