The Day I Kissed An Older Man

As she watched the men leave, Melody curled up in the corner of the bed. She silently hugged her legs, not conversing with the thug with the buzzcut. She prayed that Lucas would save her, though she was unsure whether he would.

When they brought the person who hired them, she would have to transfer money to them. However, the limit on the card Lucas gave her had been used up. She was afraid that if Lucas did not arrive in time, they would...

Melody held back her tears; she knew it was not the right time to cry.

'But...still...'

Melody recalled the previous night at home when she and Lucas each occupied a desk, tending to their own matters. Even though they did not talk much and Lucas already held someone else dear to his heart, just sitting in the same room with him quietly made her happy enough.

Such a comforting warmth sharply contrasted with the cold, unfinished building she was in at that moment. She wanted to leave this place so badly. She wanted to go back home and have a good night's sleep. Having just strained her brain dealing with those thugs, she merely bought herself some time. She could not truly relax, so she leaned weakly against the wall. A damp and cold smell wafted from the mottled wall, causing Melody to involuntarily frown.

Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted the thug playing with a small knife, as if silently warning her not to think about escaping.

Meanwhile...

Wendy, instructing

[You've finished the job?]

a bit strange as it could not

in our car right now. It's best if you come to confirm her identity as we

Wendy hated Melody enough to destroy her, she should be eager to come

expected, Wendy asked

corner from your home. You should wear a cap so

put on a cap and went downstairs. Little did she know that as excited as she was to witness Melody's downfall, she found her mouth and nose being covered by a pair of large hands. 'What... What's