Mi-Jin's eyes flicked towards Soo Young, and she gave the slightest nod. The message was clear: let them continue. Soo Young swallowed her revulsion, allowing the man's hand to roam further. His breath was hot on her neck, his mouth whispering vile promises that made her skin crawl. She felt a wave of nausea but forced her body to remain relaxed, a marionette to their twisted desires.
As the first guard's hand moved to unbuckle his belt, Mi-Jin's eyes flashed a warning signal at Soo Young. She knew what was expected of her, to allow this vile man to believe she was a willing participant in his depraved games. The bile rose in her throat, but she kept her expression neutral, a mask of submission. The guard's breath grew heavier, his eyes glazed with lust as his hand traveled lower.
Mi-Jin dropped to her knees with a dramatic flair, her eyes never leaving Soo Young's. She knew the importance of the mission, knew that she had to endure this moment to ensure their entry. The guard's zipper was rough against her skin as she pulled it down, exposing him. Soo Young's hand tightened around the knife in her pocket, but she remained still, watching, waiting for the right moment to act.
Mi-Jin took the guard's coarse member into her mouth, her eyes closed in an Oscar-worthy performance of pleasure. The guard grunted, his grip on her hair tightening as he began to thrust. Soo Young's stomach turned, but she focused on the man's partner, the one whose hand was still on her arm. She needed to keep him distracted, needed him to believe she was as powerless as they thought she was.
With a shiver that she hoped passed as anticipation, she leaned into his touch, letting her eyes flutter closed. The guard's grin widened, his hand sliding down to cup her breast, his thumb flicking the hardened nipple beneath the fabric of her dress. Soo Young bit her lip, the taste of copper filling her mouth as she fought the urge to scream.
But she remained silent, her breathing measured and controlled. In the chaos of the market, no one would hear her cries. This was the price she had to pay, the role she had to play to bring justice to those who had suffered like she had. She felt his other hand snake around her waist, pulling her closer, his intentions clear.
The second guard's rough hands explored her body with an eagerness that made her stomach churn. She felt his calloused thumb trace the line of her thigh, inching closer to the apex of her legs. Her mind screamed for release, for the horror to end, but she forced herself to stay still, to keep playing the part. The dress she wore was a prison, a weapon of seduction that she now wielded with a deadly precision.
Mi-Jin's eyes remained closed, her cheeks hollowing as she worked on the first guard's length. The man groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head, lost in his own depraved fantasy.
But Soo Young remained silent, her eyes never leaving the second guard's lecherous gaze. She allowed his hands to roam, his thumb brushing against the lace of her panties, his breath hot and sour on her skin. The horror of the situation was a living, pulsing entity within her, a monster that threatened to consume her from the inside out. Yet she knew she had to be the bait, the temptress that would lead them into the trap they had so meticulously set.
His finger slipped beneath the fabric, the intrusion a violation that sent a jolt of revulsion through her body. She bit her lip hard to stifle a gasp as he found her wetness, the involuntary response to her earlier arousal. It was a betrayal, a traitorous reaction to the fear and anger that now roiled within her. But she knew she had to use it, to play the part until the very end.
The guard's eyes gleamed with victory as he felt her slickness, his grin widening into a leer. "Looks like you're ready," he murmured, his voice a slur of lust. He pushed her back against the alley wall, his body pressing against her, trapping her in a prison of his making. She could feel the hardness of his erection against her thigh, a disgusting counterpoint to the horror of his touch.
Her heart hammered against her ribs, each beat a silent scream for escape. But she knew she couldn't pull away, not yet. The mission was too important, the lives of too many girls at stake. So she endured, her mind racing as she searched for a way out of the nightmare that was playing out in real time.
Mi-Jin, her mouth full, never lost her composure. Her eyes remained closed, a silent protest to the degradation she was enduring for the greater good. With a final, deliberate stroke, she felt the guard's body tense, his breath hitching in his throat. The second guard's grip on Soo Young tightened, his excitement palpable as he watched his comrade's pleasure.
Mi-Jin pulled away, her mouth a crimson smear, and looked up at the first guard with feigned adoration. "Please," she purred, her voice a seductive whisper, "Let us inside. I promise you won't regret it." The guard, lost in his moment of release, nodded, his chest heaving. He wiped his hand across his mouth, the action a stark contrast to the obscene gesture he had just made.
The second guard's hand stilled on Soo Young's thigh, his eyes snapping to his partner. The first guard's voice was a harsh snap of reality. "Yeah, come on," he grunted, his tone a mix of annoyance and lust. "We got business to attend to." The second guard's leer didn't fade entirely, but he reluctantly stepped back, allowing Soo Young to straighten herself. She felt a momentary rush of relief, the dress clinging to her damp skin a cold reminder of the act she had just performed.
Mi-Jin rose gracefully to her feet, wiping the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. The first guard's eyes remained on Soo Young, his gaze lingering on the swell of her breasts, the way the silk clung to her curves. He licked his lips, a predator eyeing his prey. "Follow me," he said, his voice a gruff command. He didn't bother to hide his excitement, his grip on his own weapon a clear sign of his intentions.
The second guard, however, was not so easily sated. His eyes narrowed, his hand lingering on Soo Young's thigh as if he hadn't heard the order. Soo Young's heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing with the potential consequences of his disobedience. But then, almost imperceptibly, the first guard's hand shot up, a silent command that resonated through the alley. The second guard's eyes widened, and he jerked his hand away as if burned.
They followed the first guard into the warehouse, the heavy door slamming shut behind them, cutting off the chaos of the market. The room was dimly lit, the air thick with the stench of fear and despair. The cries of the trapped girls echoed through the vast space, a symphony of suffering that made Soo Young's blood boil. The dress she wore felt like a second skin of shame, a stark reminder of the role she had to play.
Jung-Ho and Min-Ho had been watching from the shadows, their hearts racing as they saw Mi-Jin and Soo Young playing out the grim script of submission. The anger that boiled in their veins was almost palpable, their fists clenched tight around their weapons. They had to fight the urge to charge in, to save the two women from the vile advances of the guards. But they knew the mission was too important, the stakes too high. They had to trust in the plan, in the strength and cunning of their partners.
Eun-Ji, the tech expert, monitored the feeds from the cameras they had planted earlier. Her eyes were glued to the screens, her jaw clenched in rage. She had seen enough of the world's ugliness through her monitors, but this was different. These were the faces of the monsters they were hunting, and the thought of Soo Young, the girl she had come to know, being subjected to such degradation was almost too much to bear. Yet, she knew that every second they remained unnoticed brought them closer to saving the others.
Jung-Ho and Min-Ho were positioned nearby, their breaths shallow as they watched the guards lead Mi-Jin and Soo Young further into the warehouse. Jung-Ho's hand tightened around the grip of his gun, his knuckles white with the effort of holding back. Min-Ho's eyes darted around the room, searching for any signs of trouble. Despite their fury, both men knew that interrupting now would not only blow their cover but also endanger the mission and the lives of the captive girls.
Soo Young's heart felt like it was racing in her throat as they moved deeper into the bowels of the warehouse. The air grew colder, the screams grew louder, and she could feel the weight of the knife in her pocket like a lifeline. The guards led them to a room filled with cages, each one containing a trembling, wide-eyed girl. The sight was a sucker punch to the gut, a stark reminder of her own vulnerability.
Mi-Jin's eyes met hers, and in that moment, Soo Young knew that she had made the right decision to help. The fire in Mi-Jin's gaze was unmistakable, a promise that this horror show would end tonight. The guards leered at the caged girls, their eyes greedy and hungry. The second guard's hand found its way back to Soo Young's thigh, his grip painful. She bit back a scream, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip until she tasted blood.
They entered a chamber of hell, where the screams of the violated filled the air with a cacophony of despair. The room was a macabre display of human suffering, with naked women of young age bound and gagged in cages, their eyes wide with terror. Some were alone, their bodies bruised and trembling, while others were subjected to the brutal whims of multiple men at once. Twosomes, threesomes, and foursomes played out in a depraved symphony of rape, each act a twisted dance of power and degradation.
The sight was a dagger to Soo Young's soul, a vivid reminder of the horror she had barely escaped. Her eyes searched the cages, finding a young girl who looked like she could be her younger sister. The girl's eyes met hers, pleading, begging for salvation. Soo Young swallowed a scream, her hand clenching around the knife. The dress she wore was now a symbol of the battle she was fighting, not just for herself but for every girl in this godforsaken place.
The guards led them through the maze of misery, their steps heavy with lust and anticipation. Soo Young forced her legs to move, the heels of her shoes clicking against the concrete floor like a death march. She had to stay focused, to not let the pain of their touch or the screams of the trapped girls break her. Each step brought her closer to the heart of the operation, to the monsters orchestrating this symphony of despair.
As they approached a set of stairs, a commotion echoed through the warehouse. The guards tensed, their grip on Soo Young and Mi-Jin tightening. The second guard leaned in, his hot breath fanning across Soo Young's cheek as he whispered, "Looks like the party's starting early." The first guard grinned, his eyes alight with sadistic glee.
They were led to an upper level, the floorboards creaking underfoot. The sound of fists connecting with flesh grew louder, punctuated by muffled screams and the sickening sound of leather on skin. Soo Young's stomach churned, but she steeled herself, her eyes locked on the prize: the room where the ringleaders would be found.
The guards opened a heavy door, revealing a dimly lit office. Two men sat behind a desk, surrounded by screens displaying live feeds from the cages below. The sight of the two 'pleasure givers' with their prey in tow brought a sneer to their faces. The first guard spoke, his voice a leer, "Looks like we got ourselves some fresh meat for the VIPs." The second guard chuckled, his hand still firmly planted on Soo Young's thigh.
Mi-Jin's eyes flicked to the screens, and she caught a glimpse of a man who resembled the old man from the market. Her heart raced, and she hoped that their arrival would be the catalyst for the downfall of this vile operation. She knew Soo Young was just as eager to see the man who had caused them so much pain brought to justice.
The guards pushed them into the room, and Soo Young stumbled, the heels of her shoes catching on the uneven floor. She felt a surge of anger and used it to fuel her performance. The men behind the desk looked up, their expressions a mix of annoyance and anticipation.
The second guard stepped forward, his hand still on Soo Young's thigh, his grip tightening. "We found these two out by the market," he said, his voice thick with lust. "They're eager to join the fun." Soo Young forced a seductive smile, her eyes never leaving the men's faces.
The first man at the desk, the one who bore a chilling resemblance to the market's ringleader, took a long drag from his cigarette, the end glowing like a malevolent ember in the darkness. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes raking over Soo Young's body. "Very nice," he said, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips. "And who might you be, sweet thing?"
Soo Young took a deep breath, the knife in her pocket feeling heavier than ever. "I'm here to make your night unforgettable," she replied, her voice a sultry whisper that didn't quite conceal the rage simmering beneath the surface.
The man's smile grew, revealing a gold tooth that glinted in the dim light. "I can see that," he said, his eyes lingering on the crimson dress. "But why don't you tell us your name first?"
Mi-Jin stepped forward, her leather catsuit whispering against her skin. "We're here just for fun," she said, her voice dripping with a false sweetness that made Soo Young's skin crawl. "But if you play nice, maybe we can all have a good time."
The second man at the desk, a burly brute with a scar that ran from his eye to his jaw, leaned back in his chair, his eyes traveling up and down Mi-Jin's body. "I like the sound of that," he growled, his voice a deep rumble.