[Some of the abusive and violent scene portrayed in this chapter are not really encouraged.]
Before the incident happens,
Andi, who is drunk, enters the room holding the liquor bottle in his left hand. He removes his black cap and starts looking around the room. Things were the same as he had left them while going out. With faltering steps, opens the door lock of Jesse's room. Jesse, who is half asleep at the time, opens her eyes wildly at the sound of the door opening. terrified, she pretends to be asleep. Her condition has been like this for the last one month. Both her restful sleep and inner peace have disappeared and the main reason for all this is only one person.
Andi set the liquor bottle on the bedside table and collapsed onto the bed. He slowly began unbuttoning his shirt, his movements lethargic. As he finished, he reached out to place his hand on Jesse's waist, but she swiftly reacted.
Seizing the liquor bottle, Jesse struck Andi on the head, deflecting his advance.
Andi let out a blood-curdling scream and yell, his face instantly covered in a gush of blood. Jesse sprang from the bed, startled, but her escape was short-lived.
Just as she reached the door, Andi lunged forward, grasping her right leg and violently pulling her back into the room.
"I'm never going to let you escape from me again." shouts. With sheer brute force, he violently threw her onto the bed, exploiting his physical superiority. Even though his head was bleeding, but his anger was as much as his pride in his physical strength. Jesse let out a piercing scream, but the soundproof wall separating her from the adjacent room muffled her cry, just as Andi's grip held her captive. In an attempt to suppress that scream, Andi gives her a hard slap on the cheeks.
Warning her "It seems I need to teach you a lesson. I knew one day you will deceiving me, and now I must take action to make you understand."
Andi, seated atop Jesse, began surveying the room. His gaze halted at the bed's four corners, where thick ropes were secured, ominously intended for Jesse.It is not that the rope was never used, it was used that too many times.However, Andi didn't want to go down that path. He believed that sometimes, it's essential to grant freedom to the things we cherish and confine within a room. that's why sometimes he do free Jesse's ankle and wrist.
As Andi attempted to bind Jesse with the rope, the lights abruptly flickered out. Simultaneously, a loud crashing sound echoed through the room, followed by an oppressive darkness that enveloped the space.
30 Minutes later, Sumi received a frantic call from Jesse. With a sense of urgency, she set out immediately, driving determinedly towards Jesse's location. As Jesse's manager, Sumi was deeply concerned. Her heart racing, a look of worry etched on her face.
Sumi completed the arduous 5-hour journey in a remarkable 4 hours. As she approached, she spotted Jesse from a distance, sitting alone at a bus stop. Jesse had wrapped herself in a sheet, her fragile form a poignant sight as she waited by the roadside.
As Sumi drew nearer, she noticed Jesse's bare feet and disheveled hair. A visible mark on Jesse's face added to Sumi's growing concern. The dimly lit road cast long shadows, amplifying the sense of foreboding. Jesse sat silently at the bus stop, lost in thought, her expression etched with worry.
As soon as Sumi reached Jesse, she swiftly wrapped her own sweater around Jesse's shoulders, providing warmth and comfort. Despite the sweater being imperfect, with one button missing, Sumi's pompom sweater was just what Jesse needed to warm up. Sumi then removed her own shoes and gently placed them in front of Jesse, ensuring her boss's bare feet were protected.
"Please wear this." Sumi requested.
Jesse kept staring at the shoes instead of wearing it, there was no reaction on her face.
"Did I arrive too late?" Sumi asked, her voice laced with deep concern.
Jesse puts the shoes on and then replies. "No."
Sumi had a multitude of questions for her boss, but she chose to remain silent for the moment. Instead, she opened the rear door of the car, and Jesse slid silently into the backseat.
"Do you have any makeup?"Jesse asks after few minutes passed.
Sumi glanced at her boss through the rearview mirror. Jesse's gaze was fixed on the window, her expression lost in deep contemplation. But She gently touched the finger marks on her cheeks with her own hand, a subtle gesture that spoke volumes.
Anyway, like every day, the makeup items are left in Sumi's office car. Without thinking much, she immediately takes them out of the glove box and gives them to her.
As Jesse's manager, Sumi could have inquired about Jesse's well-being, but it seemed she had already inferred the answer when she found Jesse sitting alone on the deserted road.
After driving for some distance,
"There are reporters stationed outside your home, a situation that has become all too common now. To help to keep secret, I've left a set of clothes in the back of the car for you to use if needed. I'll park the car carefully on the side, and then I'll get out." Sumi said.
"But when did you do all this?"Jesse asked, her eyes fixed on the rearview mirror, but a hint of frustration seeped into her voice.
"I bought whatever I could while coming. If you don't want to, you can also not wear it." There was politeness and softness in Sumi's voice.
With a deep, frustrated sigh, she instructed, "Park the car on the side."
"Yes ma'am. " Sumi follows her boss's orders, parks the car on the side and gets out.
Jesse is aware of her circumstances. She cannot deny this fact. No matter how much she wants it.
Present,
Morning time ,
It is around 10 o'clock.
Mark says, placing a file on Dezze's office table.
"This is Ms.Jesse's statement file. I thought you might need it. But I did not understand one thing, we all know to what extent her ex-husband has worked, but why such a plain statement?There is no such statement anywhere which can in any way prove that her ex-husband has tortured her mentally and physically."
Dezze quickly opens the file and reads each statement carefully.
After finishing reading, she slammed the file down on the table.Even Mark, who was standing nearby, was startled by the sudden noise.
"I'll come back later to get the file," Mark said, and promptly left the room.
Dezze's anger was so palpable that Mark felt intimidated, as if he would be physically confronted by her if he didn't exit the room immediately.