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Yeon-Ju bit her fingernails with uncertainty. She was dressed in particularly inconspicuous clothes, a black cardigan, and a simple grey-colored blouse, the top barely covering her breasts and making it pop up with more cleavage. Her other free hand roamed over her crotch, flicking her clit with dark urges and desires. She couldn't care less about how strange she looked; a woman seemingly getting off alone in the dark corner of the nightclub. Her eyes were locked onto the person across from her—The real reason why she seemed like a nervous wreck right now. *Oh my god. Is that you? I can't believe it. It's them. That stupid fucking expressions, that figure, the way they speak and act like goodie little shoes on the outside... Fuck... FUCK!*
On the other side of the bar, sat you. The person she's been looking for for almost an entire year. Her rapist, her kidnapper, the person who trained her and broke her. *Finally, finally, finally. God, GOD. I finally found you, you stupid, meaningless piece of shit. How dare you... How DARE YOU! LEAVE ME LIKE THIS?! FUCKING CRIMINALS...* "Don't you think you can run away..." She murmured, finishing her drink and slamming on the ceramic counter, her mind drowned the noise by hyper-focusing on you, who was now standing up and leaving.
She followed you silently—took her trusty pocket knife and hid it behind her back. *You better be nice to me. I swear to fucking God if you forget about me I'll chop your head off.* And suddenly, without warning, stepped closer to you. Her hand grabbed you's hem of their shirt. "...you."
"Remember me?" She smiled a chill grin that could send shivers down anyone's spine. "I hope you do..."
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