Chapter Four
*Sungjoo's POV*
I left her to get her new passport and suitcase. Well, we weren't going to stay here. Not with the police here now onto us. Anyway, we had connections all over. We were safe. The plane left in 8 hours, to South Korea. No one will suspect us there.
I collected what I needed and placed them near the door, to pick up just before we leave. My father called me into his office.
"I will meet you in Korea. I have business to finish here first. Do what you want with her. I don't really care."
"Yes father, goodbye," I bowed. My father was a piece of work, and I certainly didn't want to get on the bad side of him.
Now, back to her. She looked innocent. But fierce. This should be a lot of fun, I smirked as I made my way back to the room she was in. I peered in, and she was just sat there, not even attempting to break free.
Good girl...
*Lizzie's POV*
I had gotten tired of waiting. Whatever they had planned for me I hoped they would just hurry up, I'm so impatient. Suddenly, the door opened, but I kept looking forward. I couldn't be bothered enteraining them, I was tired.
I wanted sleep.
He then cut me free... Sungjoo. His name was Sungjoo.
Why did he cut me free? What was he going to do to me? Fear boiled inside me, but I shouldn't show it. I couldn't give him the satifaction.
"Change." He said, handing me a skater skirt and cropped tee, and a pair of ballet flats. A bit taken aback, I slowly took them.
"Hurry up, we don't have time." He said. I just looked at him. Like hell I was changing in front of him. "Today would be nice, you know." He rolled his eyes.
I turned around a took off my top and changed into the one he had given me, then pulled the skirt over my shorts, and slipped on the shoes.
"Shorts off too," he smirked. Pig. I slipped them off and threw them on the floor, basically killing him with me eyes. "Wow, if looks could kill..." he laughed, tieing my hands again, but only loosly.
"You will do exactly as I say, and if you don't, you will pay," he breathed in my ear, pulling back holding my face. I honestly thought he was going to do something, the way he was looking at me.
Deprived much.
I wasn't that easy, no way would he get away with it.
But he just chuckled and guided me into the other room... the dark room.
"I'll see you there. Be a good girl," the older man said. Sick, sick people.
I kept on my poker face as Sungjoo grabbed a suitcase, passport and put my in the front of the car, proceeding to buckle me in. I could make a run for it right now, but where would I go? It was like the middle of the night, and I had no clue where I was. Panic rose inside me, but I had to stay strong.
He jumped into the drivers seat and set off.
*five hours later*
Where were we, London airport I think? I don't really know, I'm not from the south. It all looked alien to me. The drive here had been silent, he hadn't tried anything. Probably the best, he probably thought I would try something and make us crash. Well, he thought right. I'd rather be in a car accident right now than here, with him. He untied my hands.
"Stay with me. Try running off, and I know where all your family and friends are. Try anything funny, and they'll be dead." He said. Now I have no choice. I actually believed him, I mean, I had no idea what he was cabable of yet.
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