9. I've sold myself

"Unfortunately I don't like gossip like that, it's not my style." Baekmyo closes his computer.

"Then, who spreads rumors like that in the office?"

Baekmyo shrugs. "I have no idea."

"Wow, I don't expect them to seriously support you," I mutter when my mind is on the Gossip Trio.

Baekmyo stands up, walks over to me who stand in front of his desk, then he pulls my chin with one beautiful hand. "I'm grateful for that. Now hurry downstairs and prepare dinner for me! I'm hungry," he whispers in a low voice.

His treatment like this makes my heart rustle. Nobody touch me like this before, so I am nervous.

-o0o-

One bottle. Two bottles. Until two bottles of soju I crash, I cross the line. My head is very dizzy and I am barely conscious. My body's tolerance for alcohol is actually only two or three, finishing two bottles put me literally on the brink of consciousness. I want to die.

"Miss! Miss! You better go home! You are already very drunk."

"Miss!"

I can hear someone talking to me. "Baekmyo! You!" I grab the clothes of the person in front of me. I am really really drunk. In my view, this person is Baekmyo.

"I'll kill you! You deserve to die!" I start wandering all over the place before I fall to the floor and it all go dark.

Even though I am drunk, I can feel someone throwing me into the car. It looks like a man. Even though my heart is rebellious, my body can only surrender in a helpless state. In my heart I scream, my mouth screams but only a groan comes out.

I don't want to be kidnapped! I don't want it!

When I get to a place somewhere, this man pulls me out of the car and guides me into a place. Like a house or whatever. I beat him even though I know my hit doesn't hurt him at all.

"Let me go... I've sold myself..." I keep moaning. "You, don't take me..."

Uweekkk!

I vomit my guts on the floor and the man next of me screams angrily and carries me inside.

"I've sold myself, Sir... but I want to sell myself again... one of my kidneys, my lungs, my eyeballs, my bones, my chin..." I said, clutching the neck of the man who is carrying me.

"But... not my heart, I want to fall in love..." I cry after said that. "Uh... am I selling my body? I did sell myself, but I only need to use my service, not my body. How about you buy me?" I am going crazy.

I don't know how this guy's expression, my two eyes can't be wide open and it's like they are covered in fog. Everywhere it looks blurry. Everything is blurry, my world is blurry!

This man lowers me in the bath and forces me to sit down. I refuse and try to stand up even though my body sways like jelly. He forces me to sit down again, I feel wet and cold from the tip of my head to my feet.

"Ugh! What are you doing?!" I scream angrily.

This man baths me with the clothes that are still complete on my body. The sound of water can be heard pouring in the bathtub that is empty. The water is so cold until makes me wake up a little and shiver with cold.

"So troublesome," he said.

I pinch, hit, kick, push this man with the rest of my strength. Trying to get away from him.

-o0o-

In the morning I wake up when the sun begin to rise. I wake up in my own room. My head hurts. I remember that I am at the bar and drinking there and then ...

"How am I here? Who brought me home?" I muttered. I check the clothes and I am shocked. These are not the clothes I wore last night.

But this is not the time to be surprised and reminisce about last night's events. Besides, I don't remember anything other than drinking at the bar. I'll think about it later.

I rush to the bathroom, get ready for work, if I don't work, how can I make money? My debt is very much and I have to pay it off quickly. That bastard Baekmyo, if you want to torture me, why doesn't you kill me?

"Madam, you don't have breakfast?" asked Auntie Yoo who sees me just drinking a glass of water without touching the food on the table.

"Auntie, I told you, just call me Yongju. Don't call me 'Madam'! I feel uncomfortable," I replied in a hasty tone.

"But..."

"Auntie, I feel awkward when you call me like that."

"Um, okay."

"Auntie Yoo, prepare me breakfast!" Baekmyo comes in neatly dressed.

"Yes, Sir."

Before Baekmyo sits on the chair, I hurry off. I do not greet him as usual, he looks at me with a confused look. I leave him without even bothering.

"Are you feeling better? If not, then you should just rest at home!" he said.

I stop my steps without turning to him. "Even though I am on the verge of my death, I will still work. Aren't you looking forward to your money?" I replied.

I glance at him sarcastically then walk then stop again. How does he know I was drunk? No way, someone like him can't possibly do me a favor. Never mind, I have to go to work.

-o0o-

I mop the hallway on the fifth floor. While scrubbing the floor daydreaming. Thinking how hard life is. Since my father died, my brother and I lost it all. Everything was stolen by the hand of that deceitful woman.

Since then, I never go to bars, eat in fancy restaurants, eat good food, shop, hang out with friends of the same age. Luxury leaves me, not me who leave luxury.

All my friends lost when I was poor, they were not real friends. It was okay, I didn't mind and I was used to living independently. I was grateful that my late mother never spoiled me with money.

Pluk!

Someone kicks the bucket filled with soapy water that I put in front of me to mop. All of the contents spill and spread on the floor.