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001 ━━━━ ❝𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐘❞

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐳𝐞𝐫𝐨 ㅡ
ordinary day

"make yourself at home." the man says as he took your hand in his and led you deeper into his flat. in exchange, you gave him a modest smile. you took a close look around his flat and noted what you saw. his flat is not at all like yours. his flat was dull, with hues like white and blue,
so your red dress stood out.
aside from the framed family portrait on the wall.

he became agitated when he noticed how you glanced at the family portrait. "is that your daughter?" he remained silent for a few seconds before clearing his throat and laughed uncomfortably, fearful that you were going to leave.      "yes". all you did was nod.

"where is she?" you inquire, your gaze fixed on the man. "she works overseas," he responds. "how does it make you feel?" your question seemed to catch him off guard; perhaps he misinterpreted you. "what do you mean, eh?" you could tell he was becoming anxious as a result of your queries, so you merely smiled again. keeping your gaze fixed on his you let out a small laugh, which perplexed him "did you misunderstood what I said? sorry. what is it like for your daughter to work in another country?" you made a correction to yourself. it was amusing to watch him lie so much about his daughter. "it's fine," he responds nervously.

"and your wife?" you inquired further. he says, "we're divorced." finally, you sat down on the couch and stopped interrogating him. "are you thirsty or anything?" he questions. "thirsty, yeah" you answered.     "i'll get something."           "let me," you insisted, standing up and strolling to his kitchen.

he was simple to deal with. he was sinking deeper and deeper into his own abyss of vengeance. it's his own fault. after looking around the kitchen, you took two glass cups and the red wine. he discreetly waited for you while pouring the two drinks. the job was easy for youㅡ to handle him because he's too stupid and slow. the man didn't even seem to notice the sleeping pills you were holding. for what he thought he was getting, he's far too greedy.

you held the glass cup for him as you walked back to the living room; he accepted it. while he chugged it all down, you smiled and took a sip. stupid. he slumped back onto the couch before he could say or do anything, he suddenly felt sleepy. and it wasn't the wine, it was the effect of the pills. you place the glass cup on the table beside the couch while viewing him without emotion.

it was now or never. it's time for you to start doing what you were recruited to accomplish. to torment the man who raped his own daughter. the reason he had bringed you into his place was because he thought you were just a mere hooker. his wife had hired you and a few other acquaintances.

you look at the man as you place the white sheet on the floor. despite your efforts, you were able to get him down on the white sheet. work has been focused solely on you recently, which means you haven't had any assistance from your partner, sangwook. it wasn't a big deal, though; the work was straightforward.

taking out all of the needles and medical instruments from your purse. you took a shot that was loaded with a liquid while wearing the black leather gloves. all of this was taught to you at a young age. you've learnt everything you need to know in order to survive and make a living in this harsh, cruel world.

and while you were doing your work, the males eyes fluttered openㅡ and seeing the shot in your hand, together with the huge needle, made him scream in terror. he couldn't comprehend what was going on.
"it might hurt a little.. ahjussi," you warn, slapping his face lightly yet harshly. as the needle got closer to his tongue, his screeches grew louder. he couldn't move due to the numbness his body felt, and he was in pain.

"it won't hurt as much as what you did to your daughter.. " you muttered. he cried as you injected the liquid into his tongue. you stood there, expressionless, as you heard his loud cries of anguish. you had no reaction  witnessing him in anguish since he was unrelated to you. however, knowing what he had done to his daughter made you hate him.
but what you were doing to him was nothing compared to what was about to happen. you were just getting him ready.

you stepped up and took the needles and medical equipment after removing the black leather gloves. perhaps his neighbors are concerned about what is happening to him because he continues to scream in anguish. they should know what he did wrong, thus it's unlikely. you stow your belongings in your purse and return your gaze to the male. the viens in his neck and arms were visible, and they were quite largeㅡ meaning the injection is working.

when you were finished, you put your purse down and sat down alongside the man looking in the mirror, holding the black cable phone. patiently awaiting the phone call. the only sound in the room was the male's screaming, which you disregarded. "please.. don't kill me," he managed to say, his voice muffled. you just stood there silently watching as he rolled around in pain, irritated by what he had just said.

you felt some sorrow for their daughter after hearing his wife's heartbreaking story. it simply serves to remind you of what you've been through. or what might have occurred. the ringing of the phone jolted you out of your reverie; "death is too good for you.. " you eventually said. you answered the call, he tried to listen in on the conversation, the male fell silent, but you merely responded only with "yes."    he hoped it was someone he knew.

you stand up and place the cable phone in its original location. the male only gives you a terrified gaze. taking a couple envelopes out from your purse you set it down beside him and walked out of his flat, giving a final glimpse to the man. outside you were welcomed by the night sky. passing by a couple of gentlemen who were about to enter the same flat. after a few seconds, you heard loud screeches of anguish, which caused you to stop in your steps. only for a bit you observed, his pain must be worse now.

you began heading towards your flat, your home, after that. knowing what you'd just done, it seemed like any other day. at the end of the day, you, like the other males, were paid for your efforts.