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"Ahh-"

The pain intense—-a stabbing drumroll behind my eyes.

Slowly, I open them.

Darkness.

The only sound is my own shallow breathing.

I blink, trying to make sense of the surroundings, try to blink the pain back, the room blurred and spinning more.

I squint in the dim light.

Where am I? What happened?

Slowly, the room comes into focus but dark walls everywhere.

Sharp pain shoots through my chest, Everything aches—-but the pain in my chest makes it excruciating.

Surroundings come into focus slowly—-The walls are dark.But one thing stands out is a large mirror on the wall.

My heart stops—

No, it can't be.

My reflection on the mirror,"No--no--"I struggle to move, my limbs heavy, sore, hands sink in soft silk, the pain shoots through me again.

The room spinning around."No. No, it can't be..."

The dark room continues to spin.

I sit there, an unsettling feeling seeps in.Everything feels off; this doesn't feel right.

The bed is large, soft, the silk duvet luxurious.

I take deep breaths."This isn't real-"

My hands shaking, head throbs- but memory scattered.

How did I get here?

I close my eyes, trying to control the nausea rising in my throat.

Why can't I remember anything?

"Ba-ba- bah...mpphh-"I turn- Lucas tightly holding my shirt which now fully unbuttoned -boobs out- leaking.

"No! no-"Eyes sting. I quickly cover myself, buttoning my shirt with shaky hands.No—not this time-

He whines, trying to reach for me, small hands tug my shirt, "Ba-bah..dah"

Why am I here again?

my head throbs-the room keeps spinning with it...

Milk seeps through fabric, leaving damp spots across the silk.

Lucas whimpers-clawing my chest.

My tears falls-I try to get up again, but the world spins faster.

"No-no..." I hold the bed frame, head still pounding. Lucas whines louder, his small hands reaching for the leaking breast.

"Ba-ba..." his tiny tongue trying in vain to find his milk.

"Ma-mah...mah" he looking with wide, innocent eyes- please this can't be happening. Again. fresh tears stream down my face.Is this really happening again? How can it be...?Tears blur my vision, making Lucas' face a blurry mess. He sucks his fingers, making frustrated "ma-ma-ah..ah" sounds.

I gasp- head feels like splitting in half.I can't be back here-this isn't happening-again.

"Ma-ma-ma-hh-ummh"

I turn—He looks at me with large innocent eyes and his tiny fists in air, waving—like he wants me to pick him up.

I swallow—-slowly, carefully lift him in my arms. He's warm against my chest, head resting in my neck, nuzzling. Tears stream down my face.

Maybe its a nightmare?

Maybe it is.

"Ma...ma...mahh..mpphh"

I don't understand what's happening?how im be here?

Tears continue streaming down my face, landing on Lucas's soft cheeks. He babbles, pouting—as if asking why I left him here.

I run at the door, try the doorknob—It's locked, of course, Locked tightly shut...

My last hope had been shattered?

Why me? Why again? Why is this always my fate?

I slide on the ground, helplessness crushing again.

No escape...

I hold him tight-his small mouth suckling my collarbone, so innocent, yet heartbreaking.

I'm tired, so so tired...

________________________________________

Darkness.

Room is still too quiet, just my shallow breathing break through the silence.

Lucas sleeps on me, his small chest rising, falling with innocent breaths. I can't take my eyes off him—-he looks like a little angel. For now, at least. But I know the moment he wakes up, there's only one thing on his mind.

The clock moves with an agonizing slowness, ticking away the minutes. The silence deafening,

I gulp- glance around.I know where im , but this room is different than the last one.Its more bigger, more dangerous looking and most importantly dark black walls with A large mirror infront of the bed.

Its almost hours—im trapped here.My bladder is full- threatening to spill any time. But i don't have strength to move-not again, not anymore.Not when im dragged back in the hell again.

Head pounds in painful rhythm with each passing second.

Sigh- Cold tiles shrap beneath my skin. Im lost- after this much effort im lost again?

why i can't just—

Click- the door opens--i move back against the wall.

The room gets darker, a tall figure steps in. Shiver runs down, Cold sweat trickles down my back.

Footsteps fill in— sharp sound of hard soles against floor-each step heavier than previous one.

It's him.

The door closes with heavy finality...

I don't dare look up. Don't dare to meet his eyes. Just hold Lucas close, hands trembling.

Silence stretches.

Room gets colder, air thickened with tension.

sharp breaths echo through darkness-— aside from the soft snores of Lucas.

My throat dry,Footsteps draw closer- louder than my heartbeat.Each second feels like eternity-I'm not sure if I should say something, do something? Will it make everything worse?

"It took you long enough"

I shut my eyes.

He steps closer, every footfall heavy against the cold floor. I press back further against the cold wall.

He stands closer, towering.

Silence.

I can smell cigarette smoke, heavy scent of whiskey-

"Welcome back, little lawyer."

I gulp- Footsteps moving closer and closer-please no- try to move back further.

"I said...Welcome back."Footsteps getting closer,My heart races- "Ugh"  rough hand cups my chin up- i look up, and see those familiar dark red eyes staring down.

Hot, smoky breath on my face.Fear floods in. Heart pounds so fast it hurts.He's too close-too close-he can feel my breath.

Lucas whimpers in my arms.

I can't breathe.

His hold strong, cold, powerful-my throat tighten. Lucas whimpers again

"Please- pleas-"

"Lucas is happy now" His voice calm."He gets his mama back."Too calm.

I swallow.

Fingers trailing down my lips. I try to move back, but there's no space left, slowly- his thumb caresses my cheeks, fingers tracing my lips.

Tears sting my eyes."Pleas—-"

"You became so beautiful" He raises my chin. "After you escaped.." His faces inches away, eyes dark fuming. "Just like my beautiful wife... My beautiful wife."

A tear slips down my cheek,

"Why?—" I choked "Why you did this?"

Fingers still caressing my bottom lip-his eyes fixed on that—-I shove his hand away. "DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH ME, YOU BASTARD—-" In one second—his face closer, hot smoky breath on my face—eyes storm.

I push back harder but my back pressed against the wall.

The room feels smaller, more claustrophobic. His breath sharp "Don't. Push. Me."

"Or-or what?—You'll kill me huh? KILL ME? KILL ME THEN- KILL ME—" suddenly a cold object pressed against my forehead-—I lift my head.

A gun.

Silence stretches.

His grip strong, holding me in place, lips inches from mine, Tears streaming down my cheeks.Heat radiating from the gun.

Cold sweat trickles down my back.

"Should I pull the trigger?" His voice low.

My gut clenches.  "Do it—do it Jeon."

His face twitches-darkening even more.

I scoff  "It would be pleasure to die, than live under your roof"

Lucas sleeping on my chest. My tears falling on his face.

The gun firm.

A beat.

I can barely move. Lucas awake slowly, and whimpers—-my chin raises with the gun, his eyes dark bloodshot. "Should i pulled the trigger hm?"

"Y-yes do it." The gun press hard. "DO IT NOW."

The veins on his forehead popping, eyes boring in mine.

Tiny fingers tap my face- "ma-mah- ma-mahh" But I can't take my eyes off Jeon.The gun firm against my chin-the metal sharp cold.Please please pull the trigger.His face unreadable, Lucas squirms blabbers loudly.

The gun drops.

I exhale- not from relief but more fear.

He leans back on his heel—tucked the gun under his black coat..."This second life is your reward, little lawyer."

I hold onto Lucas.His jaw clenches, eyes flicker from my face, to my stomach then back to my face. He slowly stands , arms crosses. "You proved us to the entire whole world."

My heart sinks-

"The court states us as legally married."

Blood runs cold-—

He bends—slow—taking Lucas from my arms- "Which I couldn't, but you proved to the entire world as my wife" "So this is your reward to stay alive"

Cold dread washes over me.

He turns and heads to the door.Leaving me frozen on spot, the cold still lingering where the gun pressed into my skin.

He pauses at door."Get dressed and come downstairs, I have a surprise for you."

The door slams shut—so my hopes are.

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"I...Trust me Jeon, i had no idea about this." Uncle Park swallows, sweat trickling down his forehead.

Tension in room is electric—-air heavy with unspoken words.

Their firm eyes everywhere. I can't even breath. Not because of them but him sitting so close beside me, leaning on the couch and his hand lazily circles around my waist—-a cruel mockery of intimacy.

The eyes of his men on me, on us -watching.

In front of us, Uncle Park is sitting, his face pale and trembling-fear etched into every line.

"Please, Jeon—" he stammers- "I didn't know anything-"His men are behind, ready. Few are smoking, the smoke curling around the room.Lucas squirms in my lap, tiny fingers wrapping around my own.

My heart pounds, every breath feels like the air being squeezed out of me.

My head spins, past two hours Uncle Park tries to explain himself, his words blur as I can only focus on the armed men-— i don't know what or how they find out he helped me in all this but now its too late to think as all the weapons pointed at uncle park. Jeon's eyes cold and unflinching.Fingers trail under my top, almost teasing, his touch sending chills down my spine.

The tension thick.The clock ticks loudly, the seconds feeling like hours.

Jeon takes a drag, puffing the smoke out.Lucas suckles on his pacifier, unaware of the dangerous atmosphere.

Uncle Park looks ready to collapse, the men watch him like hawks, guns in hand—I bite my lip, His hold tightens-almost possessive- I hold lucas closer, and try not to wince, his small body warm and comforting.

Jeon leaning into my space. The weight of his body against mine, grip on my waist tightens-a silent warning.

I can't help but look aside.Something about him terrifies me more -the way he sits so nonchalantly, like everything is under his control.His face firm eyes too relax at park. He is leaning like a king he is. But i can't.

This can't be my life.

The only sound is the soft sucking of Lucas' pacifier, and the occasional click of cigarette burning.

The men remain unmoving, eyes cold, watchful.

Jeon exhales slow, deliberate-letting it curl between us like a venomous serpent. His fingers tap the armrest, the rhythm methodical. "So you had no idea that my wife escaped from here?" Jeon tilts his head.voice deceptively soft. A blade wrapped in silk.

Park's throat bobs. "N-none, Jeon. I swear-"

"Hm.." smoke escaping from his mouth.

Room goes quiet again. Seconds passing slowly.He's taking his time.

"Da..da..da...dahh...dah" Lucas blabbers. The only sound in silence,he patting my chest. I can't rock him.

A flick of Jeon's wrist.

His men move-one steps forward, pressing the barrel to Park's temple firm.

Lucas giggles, reaching for the smoke swirling in air.Jeon's grip on my waist tightensI flinch- "Stop-!" Nails biting into my skin. A silent command: Watch.

Park's breath ragged "P-please-"

Jeon leans forward, cigarette dangling between fingers.

"You help her to step outside."

A statement. Not a question.Park's eyes dart to me-guilty, desperate.

"You helped her to stay in hotels"

Another inch of the gun presses into his skin.

"You helped her to file the case"

My stomach plummets. He knows. He knows everything.

Lucas fusses, squirming against my chest, Jeon flicks the ash onto the floor."And now, you have no idea"

I gulp- And all of this happened because of me. Because he helped me to escape. Tears stream down my face.

"Please believe me Jeon" park whispers, words barely audible.

Silence in the room feels heavy. Like a weight pressing down.And Lucas continues to gurgle softly."Ma..ma..mah..mahh.bmmhh.."He buries his face in my chest, tiny fingers clutching my shirt like he's trying to hide. I hold him tighter- the only thing grounding me.

smoke curls thick.Jeon's cigarette burning slow. He takes another slow drag, exhaling through his nose-the scent of tobacco and something darker clinging to him.The thumb circles on my waist. Possessive. Mocking.

Then- A kiss.

Soft. On my cheek.

I don't move. Don't blink.

The lips linger for a second against my skin, i glance aside.. he pulls back, slow, eyes— Dark. Unreadable.

"Go upstairs, Feed him."

A command.

I swallow, pulse hammering in my ear. Lucas whimpers against me, his little body squirming, hungry and impatient.

Jeon's fingers tighten slightly on my waist-—before releases me. He soothes Lucas's head, fingers softly brush my breasts. I hold Lucas up and stand on shaky legs.

Uncle Park's terrified gaze on me , His eyes scream what his voice can't-help me, please. But what can i do? Im just as trapped as he is.Jeon exhaling smoke in heavy air-Like none of this ever mattered at all.

I turn—walk at the stairs.Lucas babbles, tiny fingers tangling in my hair. "Ma...ma...mah..." He grins at me, oblivious, little bunny smile so innocent it hurts.

I kiss his forehead and forcing myself to get upstairs. Each step feels heavier than the last.

Behind me, the silence shatters.

Guns clocks.

-but i don't turn.

"Now, Park. Let's talk about trust." Jeon's voice cuts the tension like a blade.

Lucas giggles, nuzzling in my neck as i keep walking up the stairs.Don't look back.

I can't.

Because i already know what happens next.

And the worst part?

Im the one who led him here.

I climb the stairs, each step guarded by stone-faced men. Their presence looms like shadows-unyielding, silent.

Lucas whimpers, I press him closer, murmurs soft nonsense in his hair.

Below, voices rise-sharp.

"Trust me, Jeon, I didn't know anything!" Uncle Park's voice cracks.

A pause.

"Then who does?"

I shouldn't look back.

But I do.

And his gaze is already on me-—dark, unreadable. A silent challenge.

I turn away.

"Maybe-maybe the... Scorpions are involved!" Park stammers desperately. "They've been trying to drag you down, Jeon!"

Scorpions?

"Scorpions?" Jisun snarls. "Bullshit! It's you, you fucking traitor."

"No, please-I was out of town!-"

"Out of town, really?" Minho scoffs "but the security footage says otherwise."

A sharp crack.

I freeze mid-step.But I don't turn around.

I can't.

I know-he's looking at me.Lucas whines, squirming in my arms, his little fists pressing into my collarbone. I swallow—force myself to keep moving, legs heavy as lead.

The guards beside don't react. They don't even blink. Just silent sentinels in a house of horrors.

Thud-A glass slam down hard. I peak behind."You expect us to believe that shit?" Minho growls.

"I-I'm telling you, they've been sniffing around-"

"Sniffing around?—Funny. Because the only rat we smell is you."

"Jeon, please-"

Jeon doesn't move. Just flicks ash from cigarette, watching the ember glow in the dim light.

"Boss won't say anything, you helped Mrs. Jeon run."

"No! I swear-"

"Swear?" Wooshik scoffs "You wanna swear on your daughter's life? Huh?"

"D-don't bring her into this-"

"Why not?" Jisun laughs "She's what, twelve now? Cute kid. Shame if-"

"STOP!" Park lunges, but two men grab him, slamming him onto the table. Glasses shatter.

I flinch-

Silence. Heavy breaths. Grunts.

Then Finally.Jeon stands, slow, deliberate. Room goes dead silent.

He crouches beside Park, tilting his head. "You fed my wife. Housed her. Hid her."A pause."And now you lie to my face."

"Jeon, I-"

"Last chance." Jeon's voice drops to a whisper. "Who else helped her?"

Park's eyes dart at the stairs-—where Im stand frozen.

Jeon follows his gaze.

Our eyes lock.

I turn and start walking.

Then-

"Nobody." Park chokes out. "It was just me."

Silence.

"Wrong answer."

"AGHH-" a loud groan.

I freeze-—Uncle Park cries out—-a muffled mix of pain and desperation."AGHH—JEON STOP—"

another grunt.

Then another, followed by more thuds and punches

Tears streaming down my face.

Don't think about it.

-  My stomach churns-I press a hand to my mouth, eyes clenched shut. Lucas squirms, tiny whimpers growing louder.

But the sounds won't stop-

Loud grunts, another thump.Sound of glass shattering. Glass or bone-I can't tell.

Uncle park's voice, shrill with pain-"I'M TELLING THE DAMN TRUTH, JEON-"

I keep walking straight ahead, eyes burning with unshed tears. trying to block out the sounds of violence echoing behind me.

Another hit.Uncle park howls-

Step. After step. Each heavier than the last.

Upstairs.

Just few more.I turn the corner- BANG!

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