"Let's not be rude, gentlemen," Han said, his voice like a whip. "Give our guest some privacy."
He gave her a box and said, "You can wear this for now." Inside was a sheer, black negligée that barely covered her. Y/n's cheeks burned with embarrassment as she put it on, feeling more exposed than ever.
The dinner was a tense affair, the air thick with unspoken threats and desires. They served her exquisite dishes, watching her every move with hungry eyes. Y/n's appetite was nonexistent, but she knew she had to eat to keep up her strength. She picked at her food, her eyes never leaving her plate.
The conversation flowed around her, a cacophony of voices discussing business and power, their words a stark reminder of the world she'd been thrust into. She felt like a trophy on display, a prize to be won. Her skin crawled with every lewd glance, her heart racing with the knowledge of what was to come.
As the meal drew to a close, the tension grew palpable. The gang members leaned back in their chairs, their eyes on her like predators watching their prey.
"Now, it's time for the real entertainment," Leeknow said, his eyes glinting with a malicious excitement.
Y/n's heart skipped a beat as she watched the gang exchange knowing looks. She knew what they had planned for her, and she wasn't about to go down without a fight.
"Choose one of us," Leeknow said, his voice a deadly purr that sent a shiver down y/n's spine. "You can spend the night with him."
The room was silent, the air heavy with anticipation. Y/n's eyes darted around the table, searching for a way out, for any sign of weakness in their united front. Her breathing grew shallow as she realized the gravity of the situation. These men were not going to let her go without a fight.
"Choose," Leeknow repeated, his voice a low growl that sent chills down her spine.
Y/n's eyes searched the table, each face a mask of hunger and expectation. Her mind raced, trying to find a way out of this twisted game. Her heart hammered in her chest as she took in the gleaming silverware and fine china, a stark contrast to the horror that surrounded her.
Hyunjin beat the table with his palm , "Hyung ! I'll go first . "
"You're eager to taste her, aren't you ? " Seungmin smirked, his eyes dark with anticipation.
Y/n felt a cold sweat break out over her body as she looked around the table. Each of them was waiting for her response, their expressions a mix of amusement and greed.
Her mind raced. Could she play along, find a way to manipulate them? Or was it better to keep fighting, to show them she wasn't going to be their plaything? She took a deep breath, her heart hammering in her chest.
"I won't choose," she said, her voice firm despite the tremble in her voice. "I'm not here to be anyone's entertainment."
The room went still, the only sound the crackle of the fireplace. The gang members exchanged glances, their smiles fading into looks of irritation. Bangchan leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving hers. "Very well," he said, his voice icy. "If you won't choose, we'll do it for you."
Hyunjin grab the hand and smirks, "You don't get to choose," he says as he pulls her out of the chair, the fabric of the negligée fluttering around her barely-covered body. She tries to resist, but his grip is too strong, too determined.
Y/n is dragged back to the other room, her heart racing and mind spinning with fear. Hyunjin's grip is like steel, and she can feel the excitement pulsing through his body as he pulls her along.
The room is like playroom of sin, with red lights casting shadows on the walls. The sight of the velvet-covered bed sends a wave of nausea through her, but she refuses to let them see her fear.
As Hyunjin shoves her onto the bed, y/n's eyes meet Bangchan's across the room. There's a flicker of something in his gaze, something that isn't lust or hunger. Is it regret? Concern? But it's gone so quickly she can't be sure.
