“How is she?” A young man voiced out.   “I guess she’s still knocking out by now, boss. She received a quite good number from Master Park last night.” A tall rugged guard told the boss.   “She asked for it.” He scoffed. “Ah I feel like being generous today, I spare a night to let her rest. Oh… Remind me to give her a shot tomorrow, just in case, will ya?”   “Will do, boss.”   The young man, dressed in black satin suit, hair combed backward neatly, walked out of the room. Park Jun Seo, 29 years old. The first son of Park Ju Shin. He was the one who managed the underground business his father had. Creating connections, from China to Southeast Asia, offering a fine quality of those self-destructive goods, then sealed it with a mutual deal. Done, transaction succeed. He maintained the business flow carefully, a very detailed person indeed. Nothing should work against his will, he praised at anything but failure. He was ambitious, doing everything to get what he wanted and secure what he had achieved. Including finished people’s life that got in his way.    Upon knowing that the business was under observation by the authority two years ago, he was infuriated. The family had spent a lot to get covered by the police. Later then when he found out that the one who led the operation was Commissioner Hwang Ji Seok, every cell of vengeance inside his body aroused. He swore to himself to kill the old man with no mercy. There was something about Hwang Ji Seok, that every time he heard the name, the bloody hell inside of him roared, asking for a release. Hwang Ji Seok was the man who made his father widowed by his wife. He was also the one who made him and his brother lost a mother figure at their early age. He was everything Park Jun Seo despised. A despicable man that he thought he should have polished off the world years ago.    Hearing the door slammed shut, Tiffany knitted her forehead, eyes still tightly closed. She felt aching all over her body. Soreness invaded her sense through the open wound the hit had caused her. Dried blood covered her lower face. She was still lying on the cold floor from last night encounter with the oldest Park. Slowly she opened her eyes, the room was dark. It was always dark unless when she’s getting beaten by the men. And so she hoped that the room would never get any lights on. She tried to sit, leaning her back against the wall. Her skin had lost its flawlessness and her vibe was no longer radiant. Paleness cruelly took it away.  She was drained. Drained from all the torment The Parks gave her.   Three months ago, she was kidnapped when she was on the way to the airport. It was planned by Park Jun Seo, he knew that the police had reopened the case. And the one who’s in charge was no other than Kim Taeyeon, which he learnt later that she was in a relationship with his biggest enemy’s only daughter, Tiffany Hwang. It aggravated him beyond madness to realize that everything related to Hwang, even after his death, had always been haunted him and the family. Their main goal was taking Tiffany as a hostage to screw Taeyeon up. They’re just waiting for the perfect time to do it. While waiting for that perfect time, why not use it to do something fruitful with this little Hwang? Taking a little revenge for what her deceased father had done to his family wouldn’t be savage, right? He thought.      The kidnapper brought Tiffany to Daegu, to the house of The Parks. Since then she became an object to vent their hatred toward her family. Vengeance. Every time Tiffany saw their eyes, there was so much despisal that pierced the cells of her body through every hit and kicks they performed. It was as if seeing her in pain was the most amusing part that they could not miss, a malicious smirk donned their face. Satisfaction. There wasn’t a day she could live in tranquility under The Parks. They tortured her endlessly. Three men, an elder and two young men, she noticed the perpetrator. On the very rare nights, when she’s quite lucky, there would be no punching act, maybe the cruel men busied, she thought as she muttered silent gratitude to the divinity. She would just receive an injection of white liquid into her body. The youngest of the three men always said “Let’s jacking-up, sweetie!” whilst holding a syringe, ready to penetrate her veins. There’s no pain resulted, she just felt like flying high like a cotton being blown away by the wind.   Each day she would hear them shout foul words to her, screaming how they hated her family, her father to be exact. Telling her that her father had taken their beloved woman away. Later she knew that before married to her father, her mother, Lee Hye Jin was used to be the wife of Park Ju Shin. The mother of Park Jun Seo and Park Eun Seo, the youngest son. Since that fateful day, the day when Lee Hye Jin left the house, Park Ju Shin has ingrained every ounce of hatred he had toward Hyejin and Ji Seok to their sons’ brain. That was why no wonder, how the vindictive blood runs smoothly through The Parks.   Gathering her strength, Tiffany stood up, walked wobbly toward the bed and plopped her battered body on it. She gingerly covered her body with the blanket, afraid that a mere blow of a wind would give her way. She shut her eyes, tears ran down her face through the closed eyelids. She felt cold. She was thinking about Taeyeon. Kim Taeyeon, her dearest Taeyeon. She remembered the nights she spent with the older girl. How Taeyeon held her to sleep. The way she consoled her every time she was feeling upset. The way she kissed her ever so gently. She missed her touch, her kiss and hug, her scent. Her citrus scent mixed with her sweat when they’re making love. Everything about Taeyeon has always been so addictive to Tiffany.   “Tae…I miss you. Take me home…” She pleaded to no one, choked on her tears. She felt desperate, feared that she’d be forever trapped inside this hell The Parks’ called house. She cried herself to sleep, just like any other day.   ….   “No!!!”    She sat up abruptly, panting furiously. Bead of sweats adorned her frightened face. She had just had