His cock was massive, the tip a swollen mushroom that was now pressing against her trembling pussy. She felt a fresh wave of fear wash over her, her body's involuntary response to the intrusion only adding to the horror. Soo Young's eyes were wide with terror, her mind racing for a way out of this nightmare. But there was none, and she could feel the cold, hard reality of his shaft as it began to push into her.
The old vendor's grip on her hips was like a vice, his body weight pinning her to the bed. She tried to clench her legs shut, but the ropes and his strength were too much. With a sickening wet sound, the head of his cock began to part her folds, the sensation foreign and terrifying. Soo Young's breath hitched in her throat, her eyes squeezed shut as she felt herself stretching around his thickness. It was a pain she had never known, a violation that went beyond anything she had ever imagined.
But just as the old vendor was about to impale her fully, the door to the room crashed open. A blast of cold air hit her, and she heard the sound of heavy footsteps and raised voices. The room was suddenly flooded with light, and she saw the glint of metal in the hands of two figures. Her eyes widened in hope and fear as she realized they had been found.
The intruders were a man and a woman, both dressed in black with their faces obscured by masks. They had pistols in their hands, and the man's was pointed straight at the old vendor's chest. "Back away from her, now," he barked, his voice a sharp command that sliced through the room's tension like a knife.
The vendor froze, his eyes wide with shock. For a moment, Soo Young felt a flicker of hope, her body trembling with the effort of holding off the inevitable. Woo-Jin took a step back, his grip on her shoulders loosening. The woman, her eyes narrowed, swept the flashlight across the room, the beam illuminating the scene of horror. The vendor's erection bobbed with each step he took away from her, a grim reminder of what had almost happened.
The man in black approached Jung-Ho with cautious steps, his gun never wavering from the vendor's chest. He knelt beside the unconscious man, feeling for a pulse, and Soo Young watched, her breath caught in her throat. The tension was palpable, the air thick with the scent of fear and arousal. The woman kept her weapon trained on the two attackers, her gaze unwavering, a silent promise of retribution.
"He's alive," the man called over his shoulder, his voice a gruff bark that echoed in the small room. The woman's eyes never left the old vendor and Woo-Jin as she moved closer to Soo Young, her eyes a storm of anger and determination. She reached out with a gentle hand, her touch surprisingly tender as she pulled a blanket from the bed and wrapped it around Soo Young's shaking form. The fabric was a warm embrace, a stark contrast to the cold, unforgiving metal of the handcuffs.
"Back up," she ordered, her voice firm, the gun in her hand unwavering. The old vendor and Woo-Jin exchanged a look, a silent communication that spoke of fear and uncertainty. They shuffled backward, their eyes darting from the barrel of the gun to Soo Young's trembling form. The woman stepped closer, her eyes scanning Soo Young's bruised and bitten flesh, a silent promise of vengeance in every inch of her posture.
The man in black hoisted Jung-Ho's limp body over his shoulder with surprising ease. He moved swiftly to the door, the sound of his footsteps echoing through the warehouse like the beat of a war drum. Soo Young watched, her mind racing, as the woman kept her pistol trained on the attackers. With every step she took towards Soo Young, the men retreated further into the shadows, their expressions a twisted mix of anger and defeat.
Once the man reached her side, the woman nodded curtly, and he lowered Jung-Ho gently to the floor. She holstered her gun and moved to Soo Young's side, her eyes filled with a fiery determination that seemed to cut through the fog of fear. She began to work on the handcuffs, her deft fingers moving with a precision that spoke of experience. The cold metal finally clicked open, and Soo Young felt a rush of relief as the restraints fell away, her wrists red and sore.
The woman helped her sit, her movements efficient yet surprisingly gentle. "Can you stand?" she asked, her voice a low murmur. Soo Young nodded, her legs wobbly, and together they stumbled towards the door, the two figures retreating before them like shadows before a flame. The cold, damp air of the warehouse hit her like a slap, sending goosebumps rippling across her bare skin. The woman didn't miss a beat, her arm sliding around Soo Young's waist to steady her.
The man outside was already waiting by the open back of the van, Jung-Ho's unconscious form lying in the cargo area. He looked up as they approached, his eyes flicking over her bruised and bitten flesh before meeting hers. There was no pity there, only a cold, hard determination. He reached out and took Jung-Ho's ankles, pulling him into the van with a grunt. The woman followed, her hand on Soo Young's back urging her forward.
The van's interior was stark, the seats cold and unyielding. She could feel the tremors of the engine beneath her as they climbed inside. The woman guided her to a bench and sat her down, her movements efficient and firm. She handed Soo Young a bottle of water and a small first-aid kit. "You're safe now," she said, her voice softer than it had been moments before. "We're going to get you both out of here."
The van lurched into motion, the tires squealing as they sped away from the warehouse. Soo Young took a shaky gulp of water, the cold liquid sliding down her throat like a lifeline. She could feel the adrenaline beginning to ebb, leaving a bitter taste of fear and humiliation in its wake. She looked down at her shaking hands, the water droplets trembling on her fingertips like tiny crystals of despair.
The woman in black sat opposite her, watching with a silent intensity. She hadn't spoken since they'd left the warehouse, and Soo Young felt a strange mix of gratitude and wariness towards her. The man up front was focused on the road, the only sound the low murmur of the radio and the occasional crackle of static.
Soo Young's mind raced as she tried to piece together what was happening. Who were these people? What did they want with Jung-Ho and her? And where were they taking them? The van's windows were tinted, obscuring the view outside. The only light came from the dim glow of the dome light, casting the interior into an eerie twilight.
The woman in black broke the silence, her eyes never leaving Soo Young's face. "My name is Mi-Jin," she said, her voice still firm but with a hint of compassion. "We need to get you somewhere safe." Her gaze dropped to Soo Young's trembling hands, and she reached out, taking one in her own firm grasp. The warmth was surprising, a stark contrast to the cold metal of the handcuffs.
Soo Young nodded, her throat too tight for words. Her eyes darted to Jung-Ho's still form, a silent question in her gaze. Mi-Jin followed her look, her expression softening. "He'll be okay," she assured her. "He's just been drugged like you. He'll come around soon."
The van sped through the darkened streets, the neon lights outside flickering like a strobe through the tinted windows. The man up front, who had yet to introduce himself, gripped the steering wheel tightly, his eyes never leaving the road. Soo Young took a deep, shaky breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She looked down at the first-aid kit in her lap, her trembling hands hovering over the contents. The sight of the gauze and antiseptic brought a fresh wave of pain, a stark reminder of her ordeal.
"We're on your side," Mi-Jin said, her voice a gentle whisper in the tense silence. "We've been watching Jung-Ho for a while now. We know about his... arrangement with you." Soo Young's eyes snapped up to meet hers, a mix of surprise and fear in their depths. "We're here to help," she continued, her grip on Soo Young's hand tightening reassuringly. "We've been looking for a way to take down the vendor and his ring of monsters."
The man in the driver's seat finally spoke, his eyes meeting hers in the rearview mirror. "Call me Min-Ho," he said, his voice gruff but not unkind. "Mi-Jin, Jung-ho and I are private investigators. We've been tracking the vendor and his human trafficking ring for months." Soo Young felt a flicker of hope, but it was quickly doused by the memory of Jung-Ho's earlier words. He had said nothing about this. Had he been using her all along?
Mi-Jin seemed to read the doubt in her eyes. "Jung-Ho was working undercover," she explained. "He infiltrated the ring to bring them down from the inside. He had no intention of letting you get hurt tonight." The revelation hit her like a punch to the gut. Jung-Ho had been playing a dangerous game, one that she had been an unwitting pawn in.
Min-Ho's eyes met hers in the mirror again, his expression grim. "We've seen too many girls like you," he said, his voice low and filled with anger. "This ends tonight. We're going to make sure of that." Soo Young nodded, her voice a hoarse whisper. "Thank you," she managed, the words feeling inadequate.
Mi-Jin leaned closer, her eyes searching Soo Young's face. "You can trust us," she said, her voice firm. "We're going to get you both somewhere safe, and then we're going to take down the vendor and everyone involved in this." There was a fierce determination in her eyes that made Soo Young believe her, a spark that seemed to burn away some of the fear that had taken root in her soul.
Min-Ho's gaze remained fixed on the road ahead, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. "We've been watching this place for weeks," he said, his voice tight with anger. "We knew Jung-Ho was getting close. We had to act tonight before it was too late." Soo Young nodded, her mind racing with questions, but she kept them to herself. For now, all that mattered was getting as far away from the warehouse as possible.
Mi-Jin opened the first-aid kit and began to gently clean Soo Young's wounds, her movements precise and gentle. "We've been building a case," she said, her voice softer now, "gathering intel, waiting for the right moment to move in. Jung-Ho was our way in. He's been living a double life, trying to save people like you from becoming another statistic in this sick game."
Soo Young's eyes remained on Jung-Ho's still form, her mind racing. "What happens now?" she managed to ask, her voice barely above a whisper. Mi-Jin met her gaze, her expression serious. "Now, we get you both somewhere safe. You'll be protected, and we'll get you the help you need. And then, we bring them down. Every single one of them."
The van's tires screeched as it took a sharp turn, throwing Soo Young against the side. She winced at the pain that shot through her, her body a canvas of bruises and bitemarks. Mi-Jin's grip on her hand tightened, a silent reassurance that she wasn't alone. The woman's touch was surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to the cold steel of the handcuffs that had held her captive moments before.
They pulled up to a house, hidden behind a thick veil of shrubbery. It was an unassuming place, the kind that blended into the shadows of the night, a silent sentinel amidst the chaos of the city. The garage door yawned open, spilling a warm, welcoming light into the chilly evening. It was a beacon in the storm, and Soo Young found herself leaning towards it, desperate for refuge.
Min-Ho and Mi-Jin helped her out of the van, supporting her wobbly legs. The cold concrete of the garage floor sent a shock up her spine, jolting her back to reality. Jung-Ho was carried in and laid gently on a makeshift medical bed. The room was organized, sterile, and smelled faintly of antiseptic. It was clear that this was not their first rescue.
Mi-Jin led her to a small shower stall. "You can clean up here and wear something more comfortable," she said, handing Soo Young a bag of clothes. The water was hot, the steam wrapping around her like a comforting embrace. She scrubbed away the dirt and the stench of fear, trying to erase the memory of the warehouse from her skin. The warmth of the water soothed her, but it couldn't wash away the horror of what had happened.
After what felt like hours, Soo Young stepped out of the shower, feeling slightly more human in the clean clothes. They were too big for her, swimming on her smaller frame, but the soft fabric was a balm against her bruised body. She found Jung-Ho awake, his eyes bloodshot but alert, sitting on the edge of the medical bed. He looked at her with a mix of guilt and relief, his gaze lingering on her face.
"I'm sorry," he said, his voice hoarse. "I never meant for this to happen to you." His hand reached out, but she took a step back, the sting of his earlier words still fresh. "I know it's a lot to ask, but you have to believe me. I was trying to save you."
Soo Young's eyes searched his, looking for any hint of deceit, but all she saw was the truth. The pain and regret etched into his features were undeniable. Her heart ached for the trust that had been shattered between them, but she knew she had to hold onto the hope that he had been telling the truth. "What happens now?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
Jung-Ho took a deep, shaky breath. "Now, we get you the help you need," he said, his gaze never leaving hers. "And I finish what I started. I take down the vendor and his ring." His jaw clenched, the anger in his eyes burning brighter than the fluorescent lights above. "You'll be safe here, with Mi-Jin and Min-Ho. They'll protect you."
Soo Young nodded, the weight of his words settling heavily in her stomach. She sat down on the edge of the bed, her legs still wobbly beneath her. "I don't know what to say," she murmured, her voice barely audible. Jung-Ho's hand reached for hers again, but she didn't pull away this time. His touch was warm and reassuring, a stark contrast to the coldness of the handcuffs that had held her captive.