I laid there trying to piece together why this was happening to me. I know I am affiliated with a gang but I go by a different identity. No one knows who I really am. The man stands up and wipes himself off. I watch him
" can I ask who you are" I say with a quivering voice.
He looks over at me and smiles " they call me Jay"
"Who's 'they'" I ask.
"My 'friends' that you and me have" his voice is almost menacing. "Now let's clean you up yeah?"
He unmatched me from the bed frame and picked me up, taking me to a large bathroom. If he has friends like mine... and a house like this... does that mean he's a leader?? I don't remember pissing any gang leader off.
He sets me down into a expensive looking tub filled with hot water. The warm water calmed my tense muscles a bit. Jay started washing me, scrubbing me with a pink soap that smelled like flowers.
Well at least he's nice enough to get rid of evidence in a nicer way then what I've witnessed.
"Jay... what gang are you from"I said breaking the silence.
He huffed a chuckle. " I suppose you should know info about me." He stopped to scrub my hair. " I'm not in a gang"
I squinted my eyes " then what are you in? Or are you just a pervert with a lot of money..." I say with a sharp tongue. He glared at me.
"I'm part of a mafia, down in Seoul. Our buddies had some connections. Some where broken in an unfair way." He explained.
"That's how I know who you are Jeon"
