AOA 75

After stopping in front of Room 1021, I lowered my phone and rang the doorbell. I’d come to retrieve my wallet, and it felt too rude to be on the phone with someone else while doing that, so I made a point of it.

But the one who responded to the doorbell wasn’t Room 1021. The door right next to it suddenly burst open, and a large man appeared.

“You here for your wallet?”

“Uh, yeah. But I thought you said 1021?”

“I misspoke. Come this way for a sec. The wallet is…”

The man had a shifty, slippery look to him. I followed his gesture nearly to the doorway when, all of a sudden, he grabbed my wrist.

“What the hell?!”

I instinctively resisted, trying not to be dragged away. But the surprise move threw me off balance, and I stumbled into the room. At the same time, I dropped my phone.

“What are you–Ugh!”

A brutish hand slammed me against the wall, and a punch landed squarely on my head. The searing pain made my ears ring, I couldn’t even think straight.

In the midst of the dizziness, I heard the door close. Even in my hazy state, that snapped me to full alert. I didn’t know what this was, but something was clearly very wrong.

This was genuinely dangerous. There was no time to regret or hesitate. I couldn’t just sit here and take it.

“Let go of me!”

I tried to shake his hand off with all my strength, but another punch landed on my head. I tried to kick him, but it was a miss. Instead, he shoved me hard, and I fell to the floor.

“This bastard’s feisty.”

A second voice, different from the one who hit me, spoke from above. A powerful blow struck me in the stomach. I must’ve been kicked. A scream escaped me. I curled up, and someone roughly shoved a cloth into my mouth. Almost at the same time, my hands were tied behind my back. I felt plastic cable ties cinch around my wrists.

It only took seconds to be completely subdued. I heard someone say to turn the power off. The way they moved, like professionals, made me freeze.

This had been a trap all along.

And it was clearly orchestrated by someone. My mind raced, trying to figure out who had set it up. But fear quickly overtook me. What was going to happen to me now?

The only hope I had was that the call with Baek Mugyeong had still been connected when I got dragged inside. If it was him, he’d notice something was wrong and act fast.

Just thinking of him gave me a sliver of relief.

I tried to glance around to see who had done this, to at least get a look at their faces, but another kick slammed into me. My head jerked with a sickening thud, and pain spread through my skull.

“Hey, stop hitting him.”

“He was looking around. Bastards like this only listen when they’re beaten.”

“You went too far last time and nearly turned one into a vegetable. Ease up. We want some resistance for fun.”

There were two voices. I needed to see their faces, to know who they were. I forced myself to stay conscious, but then one of them yanked me up by the back of the neck with brutal force.

My legs were still free, even though my hands were tied. I kicked and struggled, but before I could do much, I was thrown onto the bed.

I landed headfirst, making it hard to get up. I twisted my torso and finally managed to see their faces.

Aside from the slippery-looking guy who opened the door, there was a second man with a beard. Both were strangers. They looked like they were in their early thirties at most.

The bearded one stood by the door, blocking the way out. The sleazy one climbed onto the bed, pinning my chest down.

“It’s nothing serious. Just looking to have a little fun.”

“…?”

A wave of pheromones poured from the man. He smelled like dirt and temple incense. But the scent was faint, like it had been heavily diluted.

“What the hell? Why isn’t he reacting?”

The sleazy one tilted his head, clearly confused. The bearded man asked,

“What’s wrong?”

“This bastard’s broken or something. No reaction.”

“Pfft. Maybe your stuff’s lost its kick?”

“Bullshit. No way.”

I finally understood what was happening. This wasn’t just a kidnapping. There was only one reason an alpha would release pheromones in front of an omega.

Both of them were about my size. But with my hands tied, I couldn’t hope to take them both down.

Baek Mugyeong would come and fix this. But I had to prepare for the worst. I couldn’t let him find me naked like this.

“Look at those eyes. He’s a tough one.”

The bearded one nodded toward me with his chin as he pulled out a handycam. The sleazy one clicked his tongue and slapped my cheek, hard.

“Fucking hell. This little shit is making things complicated.”

“Heh. Did you bring the drugs?”

“Of course I did.”

“Gonna use it now? How about we go wild this time, huh? Wild.”

I immediately understood what they were planning to film. And that they intended to drug me. My skin crawled, but I had no time to hesitate.

I whipped my head up and slammed it into the sleazy guy’s face with all my strength.

“Aaagh!”

He reeled back, screaming and jumping up.

“My nose! I think it’s broken!”

I slammed into his face again. There was a loud crack, though I didn’t have much power from my position. Still, I bought myself a few seconds. I was still wearing shoes, so I used them, stepping on the bed to rise and then kicking the guy square in the face. He flew backward with a louder thud.

“You little–!”

The bearded man, still holding the camera and chuckling, realized something was wrong and charged at me. I threw myself into a side kick and used my weight to knock him down.

We tumbled across the floor, tangled together. The hit was rough, but because I struck first, I recovered quicker.

I tried to get up and kick him again, but the sleazy guy grabbed my head from behind and wrapped his arm around my neck in a chokehold. His strength was terrifying.

“Fucker, you’ve lost your damn mind.”

I kicked back, trying to land a hit, but I couldn’t get the angle. My hands were tied behind me, I couldn’t twist enough to get free. Then the bearded one got up and slammed my head down.

They cursed me, threatened to half-kill me, to make sure I’d be eating porridge for life. The violence didn’t stop.

The bearded one grabbed me by the back of the neck again and threw me on the bed. This time, he pinned me face down. He was trying to keep me from headbutting him again.

My face was buried in the pillow. I could barely breathe. But I held on. Just a little longer, Baek Mugyeong would come.

“A broken omega who doesn’t even react to pheromones? You haven’t been used yet? But you’re married, right? Your husband must’ve fucked you.”

The sleazy one spat out his rage, pressing down on my back and yanking my hair. The pain made my eyes tear up involuntarily.

“Even if you’re a broken fuck, you’re still an omega, right? You know what? Once it goes in from behind, omegas lose their minds. They start moaning and pissing themselves. I’ll film it real nice and send it to your husband. Or maybe post it at your school. I’ll make sure you can’t show your face anywhere, you little shit!”

He shouted as his hand slipped below my waist. I struggled harder as he tried to undo my belt, but the pressure on the back of my neck only increased.

“You’re more fun when you squirm like this. Come on, fight more, you bastard!”

The sleazy one cackled. The helpless thrashing, the sensation of being pinned and overpowered, it was just like when I was killed by Jeong Guhyeon.

“This fucker is really pissing me off.”

The bearded man cursed and tied my legs with more plastic cable ties.

“Hey, you need to spread the legs, you know.”

“Shit. You want him escaping again? Just shove it in. You’re good at that.”

They acted like it was all over. But my mind was racing with worst-case scenarios. What if Baek Mugyeong didn’t come?

Ding-ding

The room’s doorbell rang.

I instantly knew, it was Baek Mugyeong.

Even though my mouth was gagged, I tried to make noise from my throat. But a rough hand clamped over my mouth. I twisted and struggled, but with my hands and feet bound and my back pinned down, I couldn’t move.

Even though the bell rang, there were no other sounds from outside. The two men went silent, then whispered.

“What the hell?”

“Maybe they rang the wrong room?”

“Go check. I’ll hold him.”

The bearded one shoved me down and pinned my head with his knee. The sleazy one carefully approached the door.

Beep.

A second later, the door opened with an electronic sound. I could feel the man pinning me freeze.

I couldn’t see what was happening, but I heard multiple people rush into the room.

The two men shouted, asking who they were and how they got in. Then came the sounds of a scuffle, heavy hits, and cries. The pressure on my head vanished.

I managed to lift my head and saw the two men being dragged out by men in black suits. And between them stood Baek Mugyeong.

“Jeong Minchae.”

He came to me and gently helped me up. The voice, the big hand, the build, it was him.

It was really Baek Mugyeong.