Jimin always working solo. When she got the necessary information to share with her chief, she would do so. The first person who heard or knew every piece of information would always be her. She needs to confirm everything first, and after that, the agency can take action against anything she is working for.

This dark house is also included.

So far from now, the agency got to know nothing except the address of the house and who is living inside the house. They trusted Jimin to dig more into it like she always did.

Usually, after a few hours in her sneaky investigations, Jimin would at least get something from the trap she had planted.

But everything seems so wrong for this one.

For three days, the noise-capturing device could only hear three sounds, which was extremely weird for any normal human being on earth to live with.

First, metal clacking sound. Jimin couldn't specify what sound it was actually. Sometimes it sounds like kitchen utensils. Sometimes it sounds like metal chains. Sometimes it sounds like aluminum.

Second, the white noise sounds. These three days, the white noise sound from the television keeps coming. Jimin wonders what's wrong with the person living inside there. It is kind of creepy.

Three, shower sound with tiny laughs. Every time the shower was on, Jimim could hear a woman's voice, probably the young woman she saw that day, laughing. But the strange thing is, the laughter doesn't please her. The laughs didn't make Jimin, the one who heard it, smile. Instead, Jimin just frowns in confusion.

Is this some kind of effect when someone takes the drugs? Probably, hallucinations?

That's it. Only those three sounds.

No voice of human talking is present, and for Jimin, it is absolutely abnormal.

She couldn't help but wonder more about the house and its people.

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four:
the scream

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Minjeong was just sitting silently on the couch in the dark living room before she could hear the sound of keys rustling inside the keyhole. Panic, Minjeong immediately stood up and faced the front door, ready for whatever had come.

When the door swung open, she could see her captor with fuming anger. Minjeong cursed between her breaths. This is not good, she will get beaten hard today.

"Fucking asshole!", her captor shouted as he locked the door from the inside before he ran towards Minjeong for a slap on the face.

"Follow me!", he pulled Minjeong by the hair with enormous force, and Minjeong couldn't help but let out a low scream.

Wrong actions, Minjeong. Wrong action.

He punched Minjeong on her stomach three times with all his might, and with Minjeong's weak body, she spit out blood and groaned in extreme pain.

Her captor lifted her hair higher and pulled her towards the basement room with his strong features, and Minjeong didn't know why she felt like she gonna insist on him today, so she tried to let herself go from his forced grip.

"You fought back?", he rolled his eyes in disbelief when Minjeong tried to push his hand away from her hair. The young woman keeps on groaning, whining in pain for mercy.

But he is a sadist. All the pity never affects him.

Fuming, the man throws Minjeong to the wall, banging her head on the sturdy flat surface. The groan just got louder and louder when Minjeong fell down on the cold, dusty floor, with blood flowing down her head.

Minjeong's world became dizzy. Her eyes got blurry and her ears rang from the impact. Her soft groans kept coming, and now her face was covered with blood and tears.

He doesn't care about her at all. All he wants is to hit Minjeong all he pleases, even until she's on the brink of death.

He pulled Minjeong's weak body by grabbing her fistful hand to the young woman's leg as she dragged her to the basement room with an angry roar. Trails of blood from the living room to the basement are clearly evident.

After he is sure enough that the basement door is locked, he chained back Minjeong's feet to the walls, before starting his usual mission of driving his sadistic desire.

Pain.

He loves it.

Obsessed with it.

"Do you know what they said to me today, Minjeong?", her captor came down, sitting on her stomach as one of his hands choking Minjeong on the neck. The young woman keeps crying at how painful she feels.

"Minjeong!", he shouts before choking her tighter.

"They just called me a loser! What? Not dating anyone in my entire life is considered a loser?!", he shouts angrily, choking Minjeong as strong as he can. Weak, but her desire to keep living is still strong, Minjeong taps her captor's hand in desperation. She can't breathe.

"P-Please--"

"Bragging out about their sex life considered a winner?", his eyes shot blood. The way he gritted his teeth terrified Minjeong. No. This can't be. This is not happening.

"What did they say? I don't have a dick?", he starts to strip Minjeong's clothes forcefully. Realizing where things were headed, Minjeong just knew it. She needs to fight back at all costs.

If she died, she would die, rather than letting this man rape her out of anger.

"No!", Minjeong screech in vain as she tries to fight all her might, even with how painful her body has become right now. Her mind is fuzzy, and her eyes are blurry, but as long as she is alive, she will not let him do this.

He can beat Minjeong, but he won't rape her. No, Minjeong won't allow that to happen.

"SILENCE!", his grip on Minjeong's neck tightened so that Minjeong felt like she'd lose every energy she had soon from fighting over. The way he growled as his hand pulled Minjeong's shorts down to her knee made the young woman's heart beat in fear.

"No! Please no--"

He pushed his length inside Minjeong's folds in one thrust as the young woman's scream got even louder and louder. No, this isn't happening. Please tell Minjeong that this is not real!

His thrust became relentless, and the monster in his eyes kept growing. Each hard thrust hurts Minjeong, physically and mentally. His shouts and growls got more and more violent as he moved his hand away from Minjeong's neck, covering them on the young woman's mouth.

"I SAID SILENCE!", his thrust is rough and fast, no lust wrapped around him. All visible is jealousy, anger, and madness. "I CAN FUCK TOO! ASSHOLES!".

Crying,  bleeding, hurt, dying, helpless. Minjeong just wished that someone could hear her screech, her shouts, her screams, her disgust, her agony, her frustration, she pleads.

She yells for help.