“Eunhee? EUNHEE!!” Onew yelled as he looked around the house. He wasn’t sure where Eunhee was at after she opened the door as soon as he turned around, his father popped out of nowhere, crossing his arms and smiling. “Dad, what did you do?!” Onew asked as he looked at his dad mysteriously.

“It’s alright son, your sister will be taken care of.” He smiled as he walked away.

“WAIT!!!...Does that mean that she… is taken to HIS house?!” Onew yelled as he followed his dad.

{Eunhee’s POV}

I opened my eyes, tilting my head. Everything was fuzzy, I couldn’t see well. As much as I wanted to remember, all I can think of was when I opened the door. Some sort of guys came and….

“OH MY GOD!” I quickly yelled as I got up. I felt a pain rush through my head as I paused.

“Are you okay?!” A maid quickly ran in, holding my clothes folded on her arm.

“WHAT THE HELL?!” I yelled as I covered myself. “I was probably ” I thought as I quickly looked around. “Or..they were going to!” I thought as I looked around. The room was big, it was bigger than my room, and everything was so beautiful, but it was probably just a hotel room. “THIS HAS TO BE A MAFIA!” I thought as I quickly got up and ran towards to the door, causing the maid to be surprised. I paused. I looked down, I was wearing a nice knee-high dress and the lace was made of cotton. It was decorated beautifully, as if it could be some sort of marriage right now. My hair was really, mixed up though, I really looked different than I did before, as if this wasn’t myself. My hair was tied, and my bangs were placed up. I didn’t wear any makeup, and I didn’t have anything that made me myself.

The maid guided me, as I followed, knowing that for sure it has to be some sort of mafia as a man sat on the table, waiting as he looked at me. He took a glance at me, and nodded. “Sit down.” He said as he motioned me to sit down on the chair. I nodded as I did, giving him an ugly glare. “Who in the world can this guy do? Can this mafia man think that he can have any girls just to take them away like that?” I thought as the maid opened the food, opening up lobsters and steaks, more of a western food than Korean foods. “He must’ve poisoned them.” I whispered, not allowing them to hear it. I slammed the table and pointed at the man who to