Her Voice 2 [JENLISA]

Chapter 1

Lisa

I stormed forward into the tiny estate—the cold, sterile building that used to be my home for a year. Where Jiyong kept me hidden until I was ready to make my presence known and conquer the game, one move at a time.

The guards greeted me with a slight bow of their heads. The maids scurried away from my path, their heads bowed too. None of them met my eyes. The estate was silent and dark, the same cold feeling it always had.

My feet continued to move toward one direction. It had been a week since my conversation with Jennie. Since she cried for her.

Jennie had told me a little story, her reality before I stumbled into her life and brought chaos with me. Except her life had already been dark and chaotic.

In her story, there was a girl. A friend. A sister—she said. Not by blood. No, they were bound together through this goddamn life. They became each other’s savior.

But Jennie's story changed everything I used to believe in.

So I had to know for myself. I came here to seek the truth.

I had to know if Jennie's friend, Nayeon, was the same as the one I met before.

The same woman I used, just like Jiyong had. Used and discarded.

It had been eating me all week, my stomach churning just at the thought.

To me, she had just been someone to sink my dick in. A faceless woman for my pleasure. A whore—because that was what I thought. But little did I fucking know.

I stalked the length of the halls, looking for Nayeon. Room by room, I entered and then left when I didn’t see her. My fingers clenched my hair in frustration when I couldn’t find her.

Finally, one room was left, the last one at the end of the corridor. The one that was always closed. I never thought much of it—I simply didn’t care, but now…

Walking closer, I stood outside, waiting. I didn’t know what I was waiting for. Maybe I was scared of the truth. Maybe I was scared of facing her reality.

My hands were cold and shaking when I opened the door. Once inside, I found the room dark and cold. The scent of despair and death hung in the air. Fuck.

I walked further inside. There were no windows. Just four walls—a cage for someone. The room just had the bare necessities. Only a queen-size bed in the middle. An old wooden table and a chair by the furthest wall.

I touched the wall closest to the door, looking for a light switch. My gaze followed the darkness, looking—desperately searching. Finally, my eyes found who I was looking for.

I couldn’t see her, the darkness hiding her in the shadows, but she was there.

My fingers found the light switch, and I turned it on. I had to blink several times, trying to get accustomed to the sudden light, and when I finally could see—my stomach rolled and my heart squeezed at the sight in front of me.

Nayeon was on her knees beside the bed, almost plastered against the wall with her head bowed. Even with the lights on, she kept kneeling, her eyes cast downward.

She looked frozen, too still—almost like a statue. A doll sitting there, waiting to be played with by her master.

My eyes quickly traveled the length of her naked body, my gaze staying longer on the chains around her neck and then down to her wrists and ankles. The heavy metal chain was attached to the bed post. She couldn’t go far from that position.

“Nayeon.” A whisper in the cold room.

She didn’t move, but I knew she heard me. I could see it in the way her shoulders tightened. Nayeon kept her head bowed, her knees still folded under her body, her thighs just slightly spread apart.