Slavery || Lee Taeyong

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"Are you close with any of the boys?" she asked her.

They were both concealed in her home office in the middle of the night. The elder woman leaned forward and looked at the younger's eyes.

They were a deep, dark black. As if they had never seen any happy moment. Ever. But if you looked closely, you might see a glint of gold.

Not the shiny kind of gold. But the dull kind of gold.

The woman thought it was funny, how the girl distanced herself from others.

"I don't know any of them," the younger replied. She had no name, but the elder did.

Kim Serin, she was called. She had a rich husband, who inherited everything from his parents.

Serin disliked her husband. He was called Jeon Daehyun. Daehyun worked for nothing, and only knew how to manage his money.

He unknowingly drew his wife away from him, but yearned for more attention.

Serin wanted out.

"I do. I know that one of them falls for any girl they see," Serin spoke. "Maybe you could get them to---"

"No thanks," said the younger, chuckling. "I'm not really in the mood to break any hearts tonight," she said, running her fingers through her long hair. The hair that had been cut so many times, yet keeps growing back so quickly.

"Where has your name gone?" the elder woman said. "You must have been called something."

The 19-year old's face gets significantly paler. Her fingers start to fidget, and her palms get sweaty. She nervously runs her hand through her dark locks, yet again. "I-I wasn't really called anything, you know," she says nervously cracking a smile. "Our town was really...uh small and we didn't have names for each other," she says.

"Don't lie. It won't get any better for you. What were you called back then... in your Golden Time?"

And then she snapped. The younger stood up in her seat so fast, that the comfy seat rolled to the other side of the room, far away from where it should have been. "What do you know about my Golden Time? It's just a story, nothing else," she exclaimed defensively.

Flashbacks ran back and forth.

"Get away from her. Stay with the others. They're all you've got."

"Here's your new home. Deal with it. It's all you've got."

"Here's your meal of the day. Try to savor it. It's all you've got."

"Here's a metal bed. Don't like it? Then don't sleep at all. It's all you've got."

Suffer

Consume

Sleep

Repeat

And then she collapsed.

"Maybe interrogating her wasn't the best approach," said Serin, dragging the younger by the feet out of the office, and onto a comfortable bed.

They turned into the hallway, once exiting the door, unable to be seen or heard by people in the office.

Because there was a young man from the other side of the hallway, watching as a limp body was dragged by the housewife.

"Maybe I came at the wrong time," he whispered to himself, second guessing his choice of working here. He just wanted to grab some documents for Daehyun, when he witnessed something he mistook as possible murder.

(a/n):

unpublishing Gifted oOps

edit: republished