When there were you and I ~ a 707/Luciel/Saeyoung x MC story

Chapter 8 - The Past Revisited

Office

Jumin, Jaehee, Yoosung and Zen all sat down at the office, Seven entered later, slumping against the wall. "Young man, you are the one who found her, I believe?" said the doctor. Seven nodded solemnly. How could this have happened? "You need to stop beating yourself up. Things.. just happen.. More to that poor girl than others. She is stronger than most and I am sure she will survive.." Survive.. Would she even be.... herself? "Before I start, I need you all to understand one thing. She wouldn't have asked to come here unless she trusted you. I wouldn't be telling you her.. story, if she hadn't nodded her head in there. When I'm done I am sure you will understand. But you all need to remember that giving trust does not come easy to her"

"Vini was brought to this hospital years ago, when she was 10, as a hit and run case. She was treated and taken in by an agency at the time after I treated her wounds. I didn't trust them completely, but she had no where else to go and they had all the necessary paperwork. The agency basically took in orphans, abandoned kids, and nurtured them into exceptional individuals for society, or so they told themselves and everyone else. The agency, it turns out, was taken over by new management and they decided to use it as a front for a brothel . They wanted to turn the kids into sophisticated hookers. And she was the first one. They tried to treat me to her, offering her as a bribe so that I would keep giving them kids like her, but when I told them I wouldn't, they blackmailed me, saying that I'd sold  Vini to them. That's when she told me not to worry. I still remember, this tiny 13 year old, sitting in my office chair all tied up, telling me that there was a way out. And that I had to trust her. That it would be ok. Can you imagine that? And there I was wondering what I could do to save HER, to get HER out. I didn't know the specifics, just that the agency's offices burnt down, with no survivors. All the younger children were being treated to a certain drug, to make them more complacent to brain-washing. She was able to get them all out before any serious or permanent damage could be done. She turned the tables on the family that was behind the agency for an obscene amount of money, and paid for the care of all the littler kids that survived. Putting them into good houses and even sending some of them abroad. Unfortunately, the drug... took its toll on her". The old Doc wiped a tear from his eye and chocked. Seven felt his stomach fall deeper. From 10 to 13? She was 13 when she was turned into a hooker? The other lady behind him, continued "She gave us all the money, she could've just run away from it all, but she stayed. She asked us to take care of some of the kids who weren't doing too well. None of them really had a chance, though. Since another drug was administered to her, for about 2 and a half years, she was .. ok.. She still suffers from the after effects. but the last batch of kids.. they were too young..5 and 6 year olds...Their bodies couldn't take it. The last one just died a month ago."

"She never remembered anything from before that accident. She started working for me and my dad" she gestured to the man in front of her. "She was a handler. Child Associate. She took care and kept the dying children happy for the high-paying families who never had time. She would sing them to sleep, stay by their sides at all time, told them stories. She always had this... this mission with each of them. She wanted them to know she would remember them. Always. She was exceptional. She chose this line of work so that the only people who did love her, and who she loved back, would die. She always felt like it was good enough for her. She always said she'd deserved it. Her personal punishment, she called it. She used to take part in many clinical trials to help her remember her past... who her parents were, where her scars were from and all that. They were painful trials, if you weren't in the hospital, they were worse. They worked by stimulating the body's physical history. By feeling the pain in your body, you would remember images associated to incidents and record it down. It usually would be done in a hospital, in small doses and under supervision. But since she was adamant that she didn't want anyone involved, she would document it all by herself. Her interest reduced over the years. But over the past few weeks she'd been obsessing more than usual over finding her history. She seemed.. convinced that someone was always following her, watching her... She's been working less. Like she's been preparing for something.. She'd also transferred more than the usual amounts to us. There're no children left to care for, but she would say that there would always be someone who needed it more than her. She'd also take more pills than I normally would prescribe". Seven gulped down. So that explained the bandages. She would bite down to hold in the pain and screams.