Third Person
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“Just stay in here, and be as quiet as you can.”
Minjun looked away from the black haired, who was still trying to maintain composure. Even if she wanted to leave, she couldn't, the handcuff around her wrist wouldn't allow at. And even if she wanted to scream with all that she had, Hajoon had instilled enough fright in her that she wouldn't dare go against his orders. The reason she tried staying strong wasn't there anymore, what was the point of being something she was not?
“You need to nod or something, so I'd know you understand,” the older grumbled, a bit impatient to get a retort from her.
The brunette gave a small nod, hoping he'd leave faster. Everything about him disgusted her so dearly, and sadly she had so many scars that kept reminding her that her life was merely worthless, just a being he can drag around and put in whatever he desires.
Hajoon kissed her check, and gave her hair a quick ruffle, before marching out the door.
It only took a month for everything to completely go downhill, he had seized all her freedom entirely, and would constantly trail behind him, like the dog he made her out to be. Each time she would try to go against his command, cost her a great amount of pain, breaking every spirit she had.
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“Is there an issue here, officer?” The black haired flicked his nose out of habit, smiling at the taller in front of him, his face barely visible under all the flashing LED lights.
It was just the usual night here at the club, nothing out of the ordinary, a couple costumers, the regulars perched in their different spot, and workers going about each tasked assigned to them. Nobody really expected the police to barge right in, demanding for everyone to leave except the employees, which they went ahead to prod, requesting to meet the owner.
“We have a search warrant from the state's judge, requesting we go through this place's activities and. . .” the man in the uniform brought out the papers, handing them to Hajoon, his colleagues at the back already asking every employee for their IDs.
“Wait, why?” Hajoon mused, his expression grave as he shoved the papers back to the police officer. “Why would you? This establishment is registered.”
The cop turned to survey the entire place. “We'll also have to see your legal papers,” he pressed out. “This place is under investigation of harbouring illegal firearms, hard substances, human trafficking and sexual commodifications of minors.”
Hajoon's brows furrowed, only one person that knew this much had been able to leave this place, but when did she? He had made sure she didn't leave his side for a whole month. Was she actually dumb enough to tell someone?
“Sir, none of the girls here have papers or any form of IDs,” another confirmed.
The officer nudged his head, signalling for the black haired to cuffed. “Mr, you'll be taken under costody for further questioning.”
But he only scoffed, wincing a bit when the cold metal made contact with his skin. This was nothing, just a little call and he'd be out in no time. The only problem was Minjun, the room she was in wasn't that easy to find.
“Right, and we'll keep searching.”
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