there was a big scowl on her face as she tugs down the black high waist they made her wear. she was being pulled inside a building that looked almost decent outside but booming speakers greeted her as soon as she stepped inside. with gritted teeth, she yanked her arm away from the guards that kept pulling her. the place was crowded and filled with drunkards who were laughing so hard at the girls that danced on top of their tables.

she hated the sight.

"get me out of here," she shouts, hoping the man could hear her. but he only glanced at her and raised a brow, pointing to his ears. she knew he was just pretending. and she also knows that something worse than being locked in a room is going to happen. "i said get me the hell out of here!"

she stepped on one of the guards feet, only to be slapped right on her face. she looks up to be greeted by the man's daring eyes and maniacal smile she grew to hate.

"there's no escape. shut your mouth if you don't want to be the next one after your mother."

"you killed her!" she exclaims, pointing at him, "it wasn't me who killed her! it was you!"

he snorted and took something out of his pocket. wendy's eyes widened as soon as she realized who's the person in the picture is.

"ah, don't worry. she's safe with the corpse of your mother."

with gritted teeth, she tried to push him off but she was held back and once again pushed through the crowd of people. he was greeted with a bunch of people and by what she sees, she held no doubt as to this place might be his second hell hound.

her wrists was clammed with handcuffs and she was pushed into one of the black leathered couches. the man had dissapeared but even though, a five or ten guards was with her. she leaned back, prying her eyes around the place and thinking of an escape route. but everywhere she looks, it was almost as if someone's there to secure the place and she was sure the man had presumed she would escape.

"thousands? you're only giving me thousands? poor you, my friend. i don't give my toys to anyone just like that."

her eyes widened. she knows the voice, and she seemed to know about what and who they are talking about. she looks down at the cuffs and pursed her lips, thinking of an excuse she might give for them to let her go.

"i'll pay a million. now, give her to me."

she whips her head up upon hearing the voice. two guys stood side-by-side the asshole that is about to sell her who chuckled lightly. she opens her mouth to say something, but it turned out to be bone dry. her throat felt try and she could scarcely see clearly because of the tears that are starting to prick her eyes.

"a million," she squeezes her eyes shut, desperately hoping he wouldn't give in. "i'm an easy man and a great friend of your father. you know that, don't you?"

and upon hearing that, she felt like falling into the depths of despair. she thought about her sister who she knows is having it hard without her by her side right now. she thought about her being alone or who is she with? she cried it out quietly, harshly biting her lower lip.

"how about you tell me the reason behind those tears?" the voice sounded almost soothing but she knows its the same as of hiding behind a mask. "don't worry. i'll take good care of you but... don't make me regret paying a handful for you, hmm?"

he tilts her chin up and wipes her tears away. a devious smirk of all sudden etched across his delinquent features.

"son seungwan," his voice was raspy as he whispers her name, "beautiful. it fits you well."

wendy gritted her teeth, avoiding his gaze. he squints his eyes as he notices her action and gripped on her arm. she gasped in surprise and turned towards him.

"asshole," she utters, "let go of me."

he laughs and ran his fingers through his hair, eyes never leaving her. he nods his head a few times before looking around and once again tilting her chin up.

"ah, you might have googled the meaning behind the name mighty byun baekhyun?"