"where what is?" she forced through the gag, her voice raising in pitch and volume, stopping the man in his tracks.

"dear hwamin, don't play dense with me. we both know that you know very well where it is." confusion struck her again, and this time frustration did along with it as the man turned back around, his arms behind his back. "listen, dear. i am lee sooman, mafia leader and owner of the largest entertainment company in korea. try anything funny with me, and your head can and will be separated from your body in a matter of minutes."

fear and anger both ran through her system, her eyes rolling. "sir," she tried, but instead got a mouthful of rag.

"i'll be back in ten minutes; you better have something to tell me, because if not, you're dead."

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guys i'm revising this so fast omg i hope you guys like this version better than the last!!! ty for the support guys