slaves lounge

@♌ Kim Jongin [[ i thought, i should start. sorry. ]]

@Krystal Jung .

Jongin was waiting in one of the rooms for his slave. Not just any slave. Jung Soojung. His Soojungie. She had no idea that he was coming and no one actually knew that he used to know her personally. Well, the lady who was setting up their meeting must've figured this out as it was his first time there and he asked specifically for this girl. Why?
He didn't really see anything wrong with this place, he would gladly use it himself to satifsy his own needs but...the thought of his friend getting by those bastards against her own will was making him sick. People have been into some weird kinks and Jongin understood that but he also knew that Soojung was there because she had no other choice. He needed to know what happened and how the she got there in the first place. He felt like he could save her, though. He could be her guardian angel or something like that. Did she even want to be saved?
Jongin's hand clenched at the glass filled with whiskey as the girl entered the room. He slowly turned around and looked at her face with a light, sad smile. That wasn't the girl he used to know. She was much skinnier. Her skin wasn't healthy and glowy like it used to. She had bruises all over her milky white skin and her hair was a mess. "You're not pleasing anyone, tonight. Come here." he said quietly and put his glass away then took a step towards her.

@♌ Kim Jongin Krystal was initially informed that she will be pleasing another master for tonight not having her own time to even was herself before she was informed to immediately go to the room where the master is. She stood up from the ground, her legs limping as she tried to walk even though the blood from her abused bleeding hole was still running through her thighs mixed with from the master who had just used her, cuts and bruises still visible on her skin and even some new ones which is just starting to turn purple to create a bruise after some time; the route of the room was short but it was a long journey for her since she even get there while she is now crawling since her holes still hurt. "G-goodevening, Master." She stuttered, lowering her head as she tries herself not to fall although her legs are in the verge of giving up since it was already shaking before glancing up at the man who will she pleasure for tonight.

/walks in the lounge and heads to the bar, serves myself a glass of tequila/
/walks back to the living room and sat myself ok the couch/
/lift my glass of tequila and have a few sip/