In the dark underworld, Seventeen reigns supreme as a ruthless mafia gang of thirteen members, feared by all. Yuri, an innocent soul, endures a life of abuse at the hands of her foster parents. What twists of fate will unfold when Seventeen and Yuri...
The girl woke up weakly in a dark room, the cold stone floor sending chills through her body. She tried to move, but her limbs felt like lead, her strength sapped by whatever drug they had given her. Panic surged as she looked around, her eyes straining to make out any details.
The door suddenly slammed open, making her flinch. The same man who had taken her from her house stood in the doorway, a cruel smirk on his face. He stepped inside, his presence filling the small room with an ominous tension.
"Feeling a bit weak, are we?" he mocked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "That's just the drug I gave you. It’ll wear off eventually."
She tried to push herself up, but her arms trembled, unable to support her weight. " Who are you and Why are you doing this?" she managed to whisper, her voice barely audible.
He crouched down next to her, his smirk widening. "I - I am you new master Wooyoung. Let's just say, you have a new role to play now. One where you'll have to be our personal sex slave."
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Fear gripped her heart as she stared into his cold, calculating eyes. She wanted to scream, to fight back, but her body wouldn't obey. The helplessness was overwhelming, making her feel like a trapped animal.
He reached out and brushed a strand of hair from her face, his touch sending a shiver down her spine. "You know the first time i saw you i was planning how to get you under me but see your parents loves you so much i just gave them some money and they gave me you."
He stepped closer, his figure looming over her as he smirked down at her. The cruel amusement in his eyes made her skin crawl. She felt a lump rise in her throat, the realization of her parents' betrayal hitting her like a punch to the gut.
"Why?" she whispered, her voice cracking. "Why would they do that?"
He shrugged, as if the answer was obvious. "Money makes people do interesting things. To them, you were just a girl who do some house chores earns money. So i gave them the enough money to live their life peacefully."
Tears welled up in her eyes, but she blinked them back, refusing to let him see her cry. She knew she had to stay strong, to find a way to survive this. "You'll never get away with this," she said, trying to inject some defiance into her voice despite her fear.
He laughed, a low, chilling sound. "Oh, but I already have. No one’s coming for you," he continued, his voice dripping with mockery. "Tell me, is there anyone who would save you? And you have nowhere to go. Even if you escape from me, where will you go? To your parents who sold you to me?"
The words cut deep, each one a reminder of her isolation and betrayal. She bit her lip, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill over. She couldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her break down.
