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"Look who's back to please."
Jeongin's weary eyes flicked up at the sharp voice, struggling to pierce through the darkness surrounding him. With a trembling breath, he strained to locate the source of the voice, his lips parting slightly as he scanned the shadowy figures looming over him, his fear palpable in the trembling of his eyeballs.
Suddenly, a beam of light pierced the darkness, illuminating the room as it struck his eyes.
With a reflexive flinch, he shut his eyes tightly, instinctively turning his head away from the harsh glare. Desperately, he attempted to reach out with his hands, only to realize they were bound tightly behind his back, the coarse rope digging into his delicate wrists, rendering him powerless.
Heavy footsteps approached, resonating ominously. Before he could react, a strong hand clamped down on his jaw, forcing his head to turn towards the figure. His breath caught in his throat as he instinctively squirmed. He remained on his knees, his ankles secured by the same unforgiving ropes that bound his wrists, leaving him utterly helpless.
It's him... Why does he keep coming back?
"Such innocent face." The voice, though soft, carried a sinister undertone, like a wolf disguised in sheep's clothing. The man's thumb traced cruelly over his lips, the pressure sending a sharp jolt of pain through his tender flesh. "All for the taking. A pity, really."
His fists clenched behind his back, the ropes digging into his skin as he fought against the urge to lash out. Swallowing hard, his lips curling downward in a silent display of disdain. He remained silent, his gaze fixed on the man before him, his eyes sharp with defiance. I despise him. I won't surrender. I refuse to let them win... Not this time.
With a snap of fingers, the room was lightened up one by one, revealing its vast expanse.
His eyes scanned the towering ceiling and the sprawling space below, taking in the sight of numerous large boxes and packages scattered around, alongside various machines and equipment. A warehouse? Why have they brought me here? Turning his head slightly, he glimpsed over his shoulder to find himself bound to a sturdy blue pole, his knees pressed against the coarse ground.
His head snapped forward once more, and his gaze met the familiar faces. There he was, that same old man with fading eyebrows, grey hair, and sunglasses. A chill ran down his spine as memories of past horrors flooded back. Back then, there were only five of them... he thought, his eyes scanning the room and recognizing some of the same faces, along with several unfamiliar ones as he mentally counted. But this time, it's... th... thirty-seven...
Thirty-seven against one.
"You're a tough one, aren't you?" The old man grinned, running his ring-clad fingers through the younger man's hair. "Well, that's just wishful thinking. In reality, you're going to be used like a sex doll and tossed aside like trash on the roadside."
