I felt the car that I was forced to enter stop in front of a huge house and the desire to cry increased each passing second. During the trip, I was so close to the door of the car that I would fly out immediately if the door was opened, but I couldn’t help but try to get away from this man who emanates a mysterious aura and my lips were swollen from my constant bites in the attempt to not start crying.

They say I should be glad to receive a special treatment unlike them who have to bear the monster that all humans hide in the inside, but they didn’t know what that special treatment means and I bet they would change their minds if they knew what’s at stake to have the same treatment as me.

I rather preferred being in my little cell than living in the same house with this man who hasn’t taken his eyes off me for a second since we left that room and I didn’t raise my head at any moment. I haven’t done it just because I was afraid he would do something to me, but because looking at the floor became a habit with everything I’ve lived through to make sure I didn’t disrespect anyone with my affront. I have been in that hell since I was a child and I have learned that looking into the eyes of others is considered a lack of respect because I would be challenging that person.

"You can get out of the car." The man I still couldn’t analyze properly said and I descended quickly ignoring the pain in my body so he wouldn’t be irritated by my slowness.

I will need time to figure out what I should do to not annoy him. I have learned that gentle-looking men are most often the worst!

He walked towards the huge house that would be my new hell and I followed him, looking around since I was out of his field of view. At the front was a lamp glued to the wall and it lit up the flowers of various colours I had never seen before and that excited my curiosity because together they were an explosion of colours that I’ve never seen in my life.

It was the first time I saw so many colours together!

The closer we got to the house, the bigger it looked and I could tell that it had at least two floors. At every step, the fear increased and I wonder how I will be treated in this house by this man who is now my owner. I shuddered at the thought, as I now belonged to someone else, and it passed through my mind making me bite my lower lip again. I can’t say that I was free before but I felt good about the fact that I didn’t belong to anyone, that I was only being used.

I know I wouldn’t be treated like a princess or a daughter but there are several kinds of bad treatments and I'm sure I've tried it all!

"Honey." The door opened, revealing a beautiful woman who was a few inches shorter than me and I stopped staring as soon as our eyes met.

"Hi, DoYeon." I heard a crack of a kiss and frowned a little.

Is she one of them, too?

"Come in." The still-nameless man put his left arm around my shoulders to take me inside and my entire body shuddered before I got completely tense, but I let myself go because I still didn’t know how to behave myself near him. I saw from the corner of my right eye that he did the same to the other woman who grinned openly at him while mumbling something I couldn’t and didn’t want to hear so he would not think I was snooping around.

We entered a room that was three times the size of my old cell and I couldn’t help but look around knowing that I might suffer the consequences of this act later. It was decorated with various things that I didn’t know what it was and I knew I had to pay attention not to break anything because they looked very fragile.

The floor was made of black stone that matched the grey walls and contrasted with the white ceiling. On the ceiling was a huge hanging thing that was very bright and had transparent pebbles and I was fascinated as the pebbles spread the light throughout the room.

The grey walls were like my cell!

They told me that no one in the city would want to live in a cell because it would mean that you don’t have freedom which was an extremely important thing for them, but I had another opinion. I had never known what freedom was unlike the people who arrive here already as adults so I considered having a cell just for me a privilege because I didn’t have to share my space with anyone, unlike others who had to sleep with more of fifty people in a single cell that would be a little larger than mine. Besides, being in my cell would mean peace and security for a few hours until those evil men remembered my existence and decided to destroy some of my life that was already ruined.

The man sat me down in a large, long, chair that had room for more people and sat down with the woman named DoYeon in the chair in front of me.

"Where's JongIn?" The woman asked sweetly and I swear I couldn’t be more confused.

I have been in this situation where it wasn’t just the man who mistreated me, but his girlfriend as well, and I can assure that none of them was as kind as DoYeon neither with me nor with her companions.

Is she drugged? Is that why she’s being so nice and sweet?

"I'm here, Mom." I heard a male voice behind me and I shuddered to think I would be someone else's toy.

"You can sit next to HyeJin on the couch."

"What did you want to talk to me about and who is she?" I felt the chair DoYeon called couch sinking, suggesting that the other man sat next to me.

"This is important, Jongie, and I want you to listen very carefully," DoYeon said. "Your father's childhood friend died in a helicopter crash with his wife and HyeJin, their daughter, had survived by a miracle."

What is she talking about?

"That's why I and your dad talked seriously and decided we'd welcome HyeJin into our house." I lifted my head and looked into DoYeon's eyes who was smiling sweetly at me. "I know you don’t remember the accident, but we'll be here to help you to restart your life."

"Did she lose her memory?"

"Yes. She hit her head against the window and also her vocal chords were damaged so she prefers to talk in really necessary situations."

I forgot the fear and looked into the eyes of the man who could put an end to the life that I fought so hard to keep. It was then that I saw in his eyes what all men, who already had me in their hands, had in the look: the coldness and brightness that indicates that he is a calculating man.

His family doesn’t even know my origin and lives in a farce that I will have to participate in!

These people don’t know that they live under the same roof as a monster and I felt my stomach revolving as I realize they are living in a lie. No one deserves to live in a lie because the longer the lie is, the greater will be the deception and I don’t want these people, who are welcoming me thinking they are doing a good deed, to think that they have contributed to my suffering.

"Will she be my little sister?" I turned my head and what I thought was a man was only a boy who looked about the same age as me, maybe younger.

As he felt my gaze on him, he turned toward me and my eyes met his which had a glow of excitement. His eyes were so dark I couldn’t tell if they were brown or black but they were very pretty and the smile, which he had on his lips, showed the white and lined teeth. The colour of his hair reminded me of the sand on the beach, which I saw in a photo once, but the root of the hair strands was darker shades making me wonder if it was possible for the root to have one colour and the rest another. More than half of his hair strands were thrown to the right and they looked really soft. I was fascinated by his skin tone because it was a little brunette reminding me of a caramel. He appeared to be taller than me and his body was set to the point that I could see every muscle in his body.

He seems to be nice!

I've met every type of man and I'm a professional to discover their intentions behind the look so I discovered that the man who bought me is no saint who bought me to set me free but JongIn had a completely childish glow in the eyes. I'm sure he could beat me until I was unconscious if he wanted to, but I could only see a huge child in front of me who would only use force to help those in need. I felt my lips rise and I opened my eyes when I realized I was smiling.

I haven’t smiled in front of people for more than three years! What did he do to me?

Perplexed, I touched my lips and I could confirm that my lips were forming a small smile. I looked back at JongIn who continued to smile openly at me and I felt my smile grow larger.

"I see you're getting already along with each other well." My smile faded when I heard the voice of the man who pretends to be an angel to his family. His voice came out quietly from his mouth, but I managed to catch the hidden threat. "No, JongIn. She's a couple of months older than you, so she's your noona." What's a noona?

"It’s not fair. All my sisters are older than me," he did something with his lips that was extremely sweet so much that I caught his lips with his fingers and smiled again because he made a funny face.

"Don’t do that, HyeJin." He pulled away from me and I bowed my head in forgiveness.

He's going to beat me for touching him now!

I know I said he sounded nice, but anybody of the opposite is qualified as a threat to my brain. So I closed my eyes tightly waiting for the slap that never came and my body began to shake because the delay always means it will hurt more.

"Don't look like that, HyeJin." I felt a hand lift my chin and I opened my eyes. "I was only joking with you. You can catch my lips or squeeze my cheeks when you want to. I’m not going to be upset with you." He smiled as he spoke and I felt he was telling the truth.

"It's important that you get along. JaeHyun explained to me that there are several things in everyday life that she has forgotten and I want you to help her when I or your father aren’t around." DoYeon explained and JongIn nodded.

"Don’t worry. She may be older but I will treat her as if she were my dongsaeng." Since I couldn’t speak, I will never know what dongsaeng is.

"Now that we've talked about important things, I'm going to show you to your room, HyeJin."

It's that how they call the basement in this house?

"But mom! I want to know her better!" Jongin whined like a child.

“No buts. You will get to know her better tomorrow. She must be exhausted and needs to rest because next week will be hard for her." She explained and kissed his cheek.

What does she mean by that?

JaeHyun nodded almost imperceptibly giving me the permission to go with her as he’s noticed my intense gaze on him. I got up slowly and followed DoYeon out of the room.

Is it normal for me to feel a feeling of protection towards JongIn?

Since I was one of those who had experience with these men, I tried to explain to the children how they should behave because I didn’t want them to suffer the same as I did and I felt I should protect them as much as I could from those brutes like YiXing used to call the bad men.

I really didn’t want to leave him alone with that man even though he knew he would never do anything to his son.

I frowned as she started up the stairs and I followed her reluctantly because the cellars are usually underground.

"This will be your new room." She opened the first door on the left and slowly entered with my senses on alert if it were a trap. The last time I went into a room, I ended up in a hospital and I didn’t want it to happen again.

I don’t even know how they did nothing to me for exposing them!

The walls of the room were painted a very pale blue, almost white, and the wall was scattered with small stars. In the middle of the room was a huge bed with a thick black blanket and two cushions that seemed very comfortable. Next to the bed is a tiny closet with a lamp attached to a piece of wood on top. On the right was a wardrobe with no door that was empty and next to a normal wardrobe. To my left was a table with things I didn’t know what it was and there was still a door.

"The door is from the bathroom." She explained and I looked at her in confusion. "This bathroom only you can use."

Now that I wasn’t under the supervision of my owner, I dared to examine DoYeon who was a very beautiful woman. Her short brown hair was slightly darker than her brown eyes that looked at me tenderly and her body was slim and slender.

"I hope the clothes I bought for you are to your liking. The shelf is empty so you can decorate it as you want. I hope you feel good here and that we can have a good relationship." She caught me by surprise when she hugged me and I stood still despite not liking human contact. "I'll leave you alone so you can rest." She smiled one last time before leaving me alone in what looks like my new cell. I walked slowly to the bed and sat slowly in it for fear it would break. I'd never sat in anything so comfortable in my life if I can call the years I’ve spent in the Earth ‘life’!

I really didn’t know what wass going on and that made me extremely nervous because I didn’t know what I should do or behave myself. I needed to have things clear so I didn’t act the wrong way. It wasn’t the first time that married men choose me to be their temporary toy.

Usually, they'd leave me in a place during the day and come back at night, but they never took me to their house.

That angel face didn't  fool me and if he were like those men who bought humans to set them free later, he would have told me that a long time ago. I knew that like the others he was a monster, but I couldn’t unravel his game because by now I only knew that he was a calculating man for having lied to his family about the real reason I was here.

"We have to make some rules clear and you better follow them meticulously if you want me to grant you the freedom you desire so much." I stopped looking around and lowered my head as Jaehyun entered my room.

Who told you that freedom is my greatest desire?

"First, if you try to tell my son and my wife something about the real reason for your coming to this house, you will never see the light again. Second, you have to be obedient as you have always been because the punishments will be severe. Third, you're forbidden to fall in love because no one can touch you but me." I listened intently and nodded when he finished speaking. "I want you to look into my eyes while you're nodding, HyeJin." For a second I hated my name for being spoken by him and I had to suppress this feeling of hatred by doing what he told me. I raised my head and looked into his black eyes, as black as his soul, as I nodded. He smiled contentedly and left my room without saying more.

I relaxed my hands that were clenched into fists and sighed when I realized I was alone again. He knows nothing about me and will never know because I already feel a deep hatred towards him because he prefers to play than to reveal his true face.

As if I could talk!

It wasn’t for nothing that I was the most obedient of that place and the one that least suffered physically: a mute and obedient girl was all that they wanted because they didn’t have to deal with complaints from me.

I lay down on the spacious bed that from what I realized would be where I would sleep from now on and my extremely tense muscles began to slowly relax.

I would be obedient anyway!

When a person spends more than ten years in that den, it realizes that obedience is synonymous with security because there would be no punishment. Besides, I had become a really submissive girl who is afraid to annoy people with any gesture and I even find it astonishing that I hadn’t shed a single tear yet.

I settled my head on the cushion and closed my eyes when I felt relaxed and prepared enough to face what my subconscious would get ready this time.

I just hope this time it's not as traumatizing as the last time. I am a first-class whiner and that has caused me problems several times.

Crying was the only way I could release the sadness, the pain and the anger inside me for having to live it all at such a young age. Everything I have lived and seen has made me an extremely submissive, closed and silent girl.

I wonder what it is like to fall in love with someone? I never heard about that and Yixing has never named it before. Is it so bad to fall in love to the point of being punished?