NJ : Stay safe.

And there she was; torpefied and overwhelmed to respond to any stimuli then. Seol Ah blankly watched him taking his steps away from her.

However, the click of the closing door after, slammed her senses back as a certain rush of exasperation burned her insides.
Within the next few moments, she was over exceeded with ire but mostly fear of the uncertain.

She fierced to her room aiming straight to a wardrobe mess, before hurling down her entire room. Their ways to calm down weren't much apart. Namjoon would break everything that comes to his touch, she would go a little lighter and try not to break anything in the process.

Once she has seen her surroundings in a state, pretty much a reflection of her inner mess, she would magically calm down. In extreme cases, that would follow a sob too.

This time, she was more confused, in gist, about everything. The emotions weren't distinct, neither were they clear cuts to any particular direction.

Just why was she upset?—no answer echoed back.

Gradually while assembling the disasters she had transformed her entire room into, she would try to organize her tangled thoughts alongwith it.

If only she thought, it would work this time. The light crease in the space between her brows didn't dare to ease down. Roughness in her actions were still prominent and indicated a bad mood.

A few shirts still lying stray, yet to be stacked up back to their shelves, she went for a sling bag. Specifically to mention here, the one that she carried along the party night of SK entertainment.

Just another pretty bag she adored, what's special about it, her mind enquired at the spooky vibes it smoked to her. Slowly the unnatural heaviness of it seemed to focus her attention even more to it. And before she left it off to its usual place among the others of its kind, Seol Ah held it closer to examine the bag once.

Upon recalling to have nothing inside it- except for the mysterious chapsticks or chocolate wrappers that would pop out quite often- she was intrigued to look inside for something graver.

Then and there, she clutched out the most unexpected item her bag could be storing inside for who knew how long.

SEOL AH : A cellphone? (-looks for the model-) Whose is it, and why was I carrying it?

That mystic little thing had her minds so drenched and baffled away that her earlier disorientated emotions seemed to vamoosh into thin air.

Rewinds of a few days? Weeks? Months?—Nothing queued to any connections of a totally unidentifiable cellphone coming into her sling bag out of nowhere.

Like any rational person would do, she tried to press the few buttons on the body of the white phone.

As she might have already expected, it didn't glow up the screen. Looking up at the size of the charger it would require, she aimed towards the nightstand for the cable and plug.

Seol Ah hoped it worked. The charger pin she owned fitted perfectly into the model. Soon as the electricity traveled in, she felt the little vibration against her palm holding the gadget.

"Would you like to save your last audio record?" flashed the mysterious cellphone the moment it was on.

Giving it seconds of thought, she clicked on the 'save' part of the tile. But, before the gadget took her commands, it demanded for the pincode.

Her eyes dilated with her hands, having a slight tremble at the picture that the lockscreen presented to her.

SEOL AH : B-by any chance, is this Seo-Seong PD's?

She mumbled to herself looking at the screen that viewed her, Seong PD sitting and his daughter, Ha Neul, standing right beside.

Having no answers to the millennium questions that spammed her system, finding just any links of how it came to her.

More of an instinctive approach, she resorted to unlock it with a decision- to view the audio file the gadget earlier flashed.

Maybe all her answers lied in that audio or atleast a way to her settlement. Even just a confirmation to her numerous assumptions.
Just anything but something, she hoped as she began to enter a series of possiblities for the pincode.

"0 0 0 0"

"Wrong password. Try again."

Rational : Urghh, come on, he is not that stupid to have the world's most easily crackable code.

"K I M S"

"Wrong password. Try again."

"1 2 _ _"

And there she tried a few more until she was locked for 10 seconds, 30 seconds, to a minute.

She sighed giving it a rest while she tried to deduce something more probable. Upon a sudden click, she picked her phone to surf through the internet and get some important dates of Seong PD.

"0 9 1 7"

Thereby, it was open with Ha Neul's date of birth in the first shot. The screen automatically took Seol Ah to the list of records where it saved the audio.

Two such recordings were listed, one that she recently saved and the other from a year back.

Deciding to go with the recent one, Seol Ah nervously pressed on the upper bar.

• Recording starts •

*SLAP*

*SLAP*

*SLAP*

"....I guess Namjoon didn't teach you well about me."

Her soul flinching at each slap, every little hair in her body felt electrocuted by the voice — speaking in the audio.

Pages turned, glimpses regained light. She was taken back to that hour in SK entertainment, where she so ardently hoped she could stop certain things.

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Warning 18+ : Disturbing scenes and violence are sighted below. Please skip the rest, if you're uncomfortable. You have been warned!

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Under the shades of her seized memories, there lied one of the most frightening and obnoxious moments of her life.

Outside of the lift, Seong PD didn't care about the surveillance in the corridor and dragged her along to his office chamber. Her coat slipping off from her shoulders in those quick movements.

Under high influence of the medicine, all her muscles almost denied to take any of her commands. Even so, Seol Ah made grave efforts to free her hand while fighting herself at the same time.

She was harshly tossed, treated like a rag doll, on the couch that the cabin centered.
The thin strap of her sling bag slid down her arm and laid next to its body on the carpeted floor. With that motion, she was alerted to reach her phone.

Seol Ah was persistent about making every possible attempt to escape that situation then. But, little did she could recall that she had dumped her cell in the leather coat earlier in the bar and it currently was strayed by the elevator.

Meanwhile, Seong PD, busy getting himself a drink, didn't notice her actions or expect her to be that persevering.
However, his eyes rightly caught the sight of her hands inside her bag.

He fiercely accelerated towards her slamming the beer glass on the table. And yanked Seol Ah's hands away- making her fall on the couch flat and faced up.

Neither could she get a hold of her cell phone, nor was she able to fight back. She just lied soulless for a moment.

Seong PD, taking his sweet time, returned to the couch header seat as he took a few lazy sips from the freshly made combination of his drink.

Seol Ah was soon on moves again, trying to open her eyes and lift her body, but was highly unable to.

SEONG PD : You are quite strongly handling it, I must say. I guess, the low dose is helping you here.

With winces and heavy attempts she sat herself, her elbows not quite supporting her entirely.

SEONG PD : Shall I tell you something interesting? (-swirling the ice cubes in his glass-) It was actually Namjoon who sent you to me for this night.

SEOL AH : (-troubled speaking-) L-lie. You're lying!

SEONG PD : (-chuckles-) Right, I said the same thing to her too, his first manager. And her thoughts were the same as well, until...

Seol Ah repeated to herself that she must not get swayed into his talks and that her first priority was to escape the building as soon as possible. Thereby, she forced her body to slowly stand with however trembles and uncoordinated limbs she was tricked into having.

The director, with gritted anger, clutched the glass on his right hand and slapped her with the other, back to the couch. He grabbed her jaw pajnfully, as he spoke.

SEONG PD : I am not done talking, who said you can leave?

He pushed her back, ruthlessly. With all those tortures, she held all the tears which were bubbling up her guts every second. She believed tears would make her further vulnerable and weak, and that would be her defeat.

The leathery skin of the couch seemed to glue down her body, to top her tired muscles which were already unable to make any big movements.

Seong PD, playing an audio from a selected section of the entire file, placed a white bodied cellphone on the couch table close to her vicinity.

"I don't care what you do to her," spoke Namjoon from the recording, slightly alarming Seol Ah's senses towards it. "But, if you-"

Seong PD jumped in and stopped the seek right there as he leaned back again, gulping the remaining liquid in his glass at once.

SEONG PD : Right. This is the original recording. And I let you the exclusive access to it. Doesn't that make you feel a little more special?

His violence or verbal abuse wouldn't get her distracted as she still persistently tried to lift her-heavier than ever-self from the couch.

SEOL AH : hHe.. hE-would ne-never~ 

Seong PD now moved to the lengthier couch, where she was thrown at. He slowly cleared the stranded hair from her face.

SEONG PD : Chae Ri-ssi believed me though. Why are you so stubbornly siding him? (-smiles-) Such a loyal bitch he has tamed this time.

He slapped Seol Ah's cheek lightly, causing her to easily plop back down from the little elevation she attempted. Seol Ah knew by then, her strengths, and that alone were not sufficient to surpass the crisis at hand.

SEOL AH : p-Phlease, let go of meeh~

With his growing proximity, she concentrated all her willpower and pushed Seong PD, as far as she could, away from her. Very unexpected by him, he was—for a moment—disbalanced at her repel and held the table for support.

In the meantime, while he was busy controlling his fall on the ground. The rushed movement caused the cellphone he had placed on the table earlier, to fall right into her open sling bag and start recording. The few accidental clicks in the process, helped the scene further that the director didn't realize he made on the gadget.

He was raged up and fumed at Seol Ah as he balanced himself and showered a few heavy slaps on her.

SEONG PD : I guess, Namjoon didn't teach you well about me. But, I wouldn't leave any nooks.

Soon as he finished his statement, he practically dropped himself on her as he harshly pinned both of her wrists away.

Seol Ah faught back her hardest, yet was too weak to push him anymore. He was too strong, transforming into an inhumane sadist and a vicious beast.

From her face to her neck, collar bone, shoulders and all the upper skin that the one piece clothing exposed- his ferocious trails on it, had no stopping.

Tears spilled out of her eyes as she cried out oh so loud, yet the callous deaf beast— hovered above her—wouldn't budge an inch. Lust and rancor throned all over his conscience.

Her voice trembled in screams for help, with all the hardest contractions her stomach muscles could make. Yet, it failed to have a frequency that would even deal pass the walls of the cabin.

Even so, there was potentially not a single soul wandering outside- to even look at the direction of the room, let alone help her.

She had never hated something against her skin as superlative as that moment. Abhorrence and obscenity of it churned her guts in its greatest degrees of disgust.

Nevertheless, her persistence of fighting back brought her an open opportunity after the hour-like seconds. Seong PD moved back watching the marks he has left on her pale velvety textured skin with a proud smile at them.

SEONG PD : Usually, every other bitch gives in by now.

With a sarcastic fascination, he poured himself another glass of beer as he aired himself from the preliminary heated session- the prep- in his language.

SEONG PD : But look at you, little cat. A bad little cat.

He forwarded his fingers into her hair strands as he played with them for a brief moment, slowly fisting up a handful of locks.

She immediately whimpered out a small cry, getting pulled by her hair, the very next second.

SEONG PD : What made such a strong willed woman like you buy my words to help him?

Watching her still trying to get his grips off of her, he chucked. Letting it go, the PD sipped his drink amusingly.

SEONG PD : You already know you are too weak to escape now. What's the point in still trying? (-gently sides her hair-) Huh?

It was as if she had deafened herself from his words, that she made no verbal response. And tried to sum all her energy towards moving and staying awake.

SEONG PD : You interest me to play with you, sweetheart.

He quaffed the remaining drink in one shot. The liquid left a burning sensation in his throat as it streamed down with a little force.

SEONG PD : Fine. (-pours another glass-) Let's play a game of escapes. Within the next 30 minutes, you have to pass the border of this room. If you succeed, you are free. I won't stop you anymore.

He gulped a mouth full, cooking all his desires and lustful emotions to further effervescent.

SEONG PD : But, if you fail, I am keeping you for the whole night. (-smirks at her-) Don't worry, I will make sure you have a fun ride.

To Seol Ah, his last remark was never the other extreme. It was either escape or nothing at all.

His offer or whatever that could be taken as, it brought the power and strength of all that Seol Ah's inner was built with- immense will and bravery. It was all in the mind. How strong it was to escort her outside of the hellfire of earth, it all depended on its sole will.

Her body was still weak but she didn't give up on herself and attempted to sit up. Only to be pinned down by Seong PD once again.

SEONG PD : I never said, I wouldn't stop you from escaping.

SEOL AH : (-heavy breaths struggling to free herself under him-) Wh-wHy are you do-doing this?

She was opting to 2 : 1 ratio of smart and hard work. It was the only dice she could throw, to stall him into a talk and avert his strengths even just a little.

SEOL AH : Yyou must-t.. have a reason you are steeping such depths with a fame of glass. It-h.. it could completely shatt-er if yYou are exposed.

While she exhaled heavily, Seong PD was persistent not showing any mercy. His grips ever so tight on her.

SEOND PD : Just how smart of a brain are you. (-light chuckle-) So, who is going to expose me? You? (-kisses her marks-) Or Namjoon?

She let out faint yelps at the stings of the fresh bruises, but more from the grossness of his touch.

SEONG PD : Don't you worry, sweetheart. You are never going to be able to do that. (-grins-) And Namjoon? He is soon going down anyway. Who will buy words from a plagiarist?

He was once again teased with another amusing grin at the absolute win-win feeling he experienced. It tickled him more to have spewed out the most fitting figure of speech for that moment.

SEONG PD : "Words", such an amazing album it was. I was stupified by that young brain's functioning and ideas. Shame that it had to be dragged down along with him.

For one thing he believed he was speaking to a dumb, who might by chance hear him but wouldn't be able to disclose any of his comments to the world. His faith on the drug was extraordinary.

Nevertheless, successful in her rational attempt, busy in his laughs and enjoying his unachieved victory, Seong PD's grips were just enough weakened for Seol Ah to shake his balance off the couch.

Thereupon, her first energized packet of will dragged her away from the couch as her hands firmly held her sling bag along. However, she was prevented by Seong PD who grabbed one of her leg, making her fall on the ground as she tried to walk away.

Upon her kicks to get his hands off her, his grips minimized to stretching her stockings. She immediately made a tear on it, freeing herself again from his catch.

Having fallen in a bad position where he bumped his leg to the table corners, it took Seong PD quite a minute to gather himself up from the pain and run after her.

Seol Ah, by then, had only reached the door knob when the PD banged her entire body against it. Gaining his strengths back, he pinned her hence again, arms above her head, her ventral body pressed against the rough wooden door.

Outrageously, he shoved all her hair to a side and aimed to mark all over her clean nape. The PD trailed down to her back, gruesomely tearing the cloth stitches in the process.

His actions were way more excruciating and brutal than before, evident by the upset mood she has caused him. It was strange that her outer skin could still block her blood to ooze out, considering the sharp and bitter bites it suffered.

However, she made no sounds even at those burns and piercing sensations, those agonizing moments. Tears silently dropped from her closed eyes, assuring herself from within, 'everything passes, this will pass too'. "Everything will be alright very soon", she whirred silently in hope.

He, turning her around, this time slapped along her head with such big force that caused her to stumble a few steps before she landed on the ground, hard.

Nothing but rage filled conscious, thoughtlessly he grabbed anything—a cable wire of sort—that came in some length and ferociously started to whip it at her.

*WHIPS*

*WHIPS*

*WHIPS*

He continously streaked his hands in all directions aiming everything at her as the fire burned in full flame. But, soon his puffed up breath caused him to stop at last.

While he tiredly took a seat, Seol Ah, curled on her right, shrinked upto three quaters of her original form, still in trembles and twitches.

Her soul quivered coupled with her bruised body. Sharp lines of thin wires scaled her arms, legs and skin under the ripped clothes.

Minutes leaped in eternity, she was completely immobile and strayed on the floor.

The beastly PD, harmonizing his breaths in that time, raised up from the couch and walked back to her. Turning her to lay flat on the cold floor, he spoke in a rough coarse voice.

SEONG PD : Why did you hurt me, huh? It made me lose my mind and hurt you more, sweetheart.

She showed no response. The little restraints she was pulling off earlier were now completely gone.

SEONG PD : Did you finally sleep? (-smiles-) You should've done that way before, things could have been less painful.

A feeling of content gripped his heart, seeing her tranquil and surrender to him. He ogled down at her with nothing, but pure lust. His untamed tempts pushed him further down to close the distance between their faces.

What he mistook for a defeated Seol Ah was actually her, reserving the remnants of energy sachets—gathering maximum force for the time of action.

Barely a centimeter away, that his face was held above hers, Seol Ah's hardly functioning system called for the moment of attack finally.

Her palm, holding the sling bag, shot it straight to the most sensitive part of a male's body. Furthermore, it was the open weakness that could get any hugely muscular men to bend on his knees, without an exception.

Among the few most critical mental notes, she was making in those quiet motionless minutes, time management topped the list.

Thereby, the moment, Seong PD crawled away growling in extreme pain. The extra metal body of the cellphone in her purse, further added to the impact.

SEONG PD : YOU ROTTEN-

Her hold on the bag never loosened as she at last escaped the borders of his room as quickly as she could maneuver it.

Almost stumbling, she was again on the floor of the corridor- legs shaking from the earlier wire whips. Her leather coat, in the corridor, that had dropped earlier, seemed to call for her to proceed ahead and not lose herself at that point.

Attempting to reach it, she stretched her hands which caused her body to drag along in the forward direction, away from his office.

Reaching the coat was no less an achievement to her state then. It filled just the enough encouragement that Seol Ah needed. She took the support of the wall and climbed her body to stand, pressed against it.

The horrifying moments seemed to push her away from the cabin's vicinity as she took baby steps towards the elevator. Still in tremors, but never giving up.

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We are out of the flashback, people.
Everyone, great work bearing through the pukeworthy phase of the story.

And hats off to Seol Ah for her great perseverance and willpower that she never gave up.

We are all proud of her, aren't we? T~T