Dead End | Jun-ho

9 | Addressed to You

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A minute later and the front door had slammed shut, the loud bang echoing throughout the apartment. It was back to the tranquil sounds of the waves crashing against the shore.

Aera hadn't heard much of the short conversation the man had just had, but she was curious to know why he'd left so abruptly.

She wondered if she were a secret or all the guards knew, because when he'd practically dragged her out of the second game, not one guard had lifted their head indicating they were expecting it to happen.

The sound of the waves distracted her for a second. How she wished she could go back in time and stop herself from getting into credit card debt. She wouldn't be in this awful situation in the first place if it weren't for her stupid decisions.

Aera wanted to leave, but what chance would she have with that when there were armed guards everywhere.

Shit.

She suddenly remembered the soup, quickly placing her feet on the cold floor and rushing to find the kitchen.

It wasn't hard to find, the kitchen was just outside the bedroom door. She ignored the rest of the apartment, walking up to the stove. She turned off the heat, opening a few drawers to find the cutlery for a spoon.

Aera still didn't feel hungry, everything about the situation had made her lose her appetite. She stared at the soup in the pot, watching the auburn colour create small bubbles on the surface. With a deep breath, she placed a spoonful into her mouth.

The feeling of revulsion instantly filled her throat. She leaned over the sink, the red liquid pouring out of her mouth. Her nose wrinkled as the sickening taste lingered on her tongue.

She'd never liked tomatoes, anyway.

It definitely was more the taste, but not eating in a while had taken a toll on her.

Aera picked the pan up, pouring the rest of the soup down the sink and then washing it away with a rush of water. She watched as it swirled down the hole before completely disappearing, no proof it was even there.

"Yummy." The girl said aloud sarcastically, praying the guard would think she ate it. She didn't even understand why he wanted her to eat, he seemed to be having fun torturing her before: shoving her against walls and gripping her tightly to cause pain.

Aera leaned against the counter, questioning what to do with herself. Staring at the shiny marble counter, she sighed.

She had a million questions for the man that had saved her? Kidnapped her? At this moment in time, all she truly wanted to know was why she had passed the second game, when she clearly hadn't passed.
There were many other questions she needed answering, but it had happened so soon that it was fresh in her mind.

Aera didn't understand what she was doing in his room, or what he was going to do with her. If he was going to 'save' her and take her out of the games, he might as well just take her back home. Even if there was nothing there waiting for her.

Aera snapped her head up, having a sudden epiphany. She lifted herself off of the counter, holding her head a little too high as she felt confident her plan was going to work.

Aera leaned back, holding onto the counter for support to look at the front door. It was plain, nothing special. Strange saying that when the door could possibly change her life.

She walked over to it, smiling deviously whilst placing her hand onto the door handle.

Her plan wasn't really a plan, it was more like trial, rule out the error, and hope it'll work. She'd realised the guard had left her,
all alone, and she could just 'easily' escape.